บททั้งหมดของ 1st Death: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

4th of July 2016  5:00 AM  Willow started his day with a very fast-paced Fantasie Impromptu to signify a day of hard work. For when Chopin got chopping with those black and white keys, Willow was already car-bound towards the last location Albert has been spotted. He swayed his head and attempted to sing the record using only the babbling and blathering of his lips and tongue knocking boots towards the palate. Whenever the six-minute wonder would conclude itself

ALANA WAS STOOD behind the corner, grief-stricken as his friends—the people he’s been through a lot with—berated each other to the point of no return. Some of them have died in savage ways while their brain, Caine, got captured not long ago. His brother Albert tried to covertly rescue him, but all that did was dishearten everyone else when he left them all with no command.  “Do you, or do you not stand by with the plan?” Leopold roared at the congregation in front of him as they walked away from the rest.   “It’s over Leo. Let us just leave in peace.” They left with their t

“DO YOU LIKE Phineas and Ferb?” Albert asked Willow as they walked towards a large alley to not risk them both from being seen talking. For as felines and canines tend to shake paws in gregariousness, mice rarely confer with its geeky hunter who wanted to give information about the boss who apparently shared the same goal as the mice—Albert, in case that wasn’t obvious.“I do. Why do you ask?” Willow was lagging behind, but Albert paused a bit to make sure they’re walking a same pace with each other.He quoted Willow who apparently quoted one of the best shows ever made, “My watermelon?”Willow giggled in remembering it. The shades he wore covered his fresh-cried eyes but Albert can see his expression.“Yeah.”They found an area near the other side of the alley with tables and chairs. They sat there with a little bit more people around. They needed to be inconspicuous, but still be b

ALBERT TOOK TOO long to process what was set front him. He thought of a peculiar case of his friend Benjamin Button-ing himself with the short time they haven’t seen each other first before a more logical answer. “Sweetie, who’s that?” a woman—in her early 40’s, at least—carrying another child came into the rectangular door frame.  “A lady, and another kid?” The lady brushed off Albert’s narration of the people he saw and asked him, “Hello, what d

THE BARON WATCHED the news reviewing the death of one Abiram Alana; and he was not pleased in any instance. Yes, he didn’t care about the deceased, personally…he doesn’t really care about most people; but the one suffering most, other than the rotting bodies of the two, was his reputation revered at the aggrandized podium. When the rulers of the underground find out about these seemingly casual murders of people under his umbrella, they’d lose trust in his men; his words; him. And because of the fact that moral-compassed people were making their presences known to the masters of evil, their shortage of men could not have come at a worse time. So, as he channeled his inner master of puppet semblance, he ordered some of his inner butlers to find his fix for this: Albert. “I want him alive and unscathed, clear?” he commanded. His purpose for wanting the already-running man was to seek and destroy whoever kicked his fake teeth like nothing else mattered. Pierre w