Meanwhile at the clinic, as conversations of Zanele's wedding were still at the tip of several nurses and doctors - even after several of planning to attend. The clinic was relatively understaffed and even the matron had called in sick during the morning. Only a handful of patients were there and Aunt Emma was one of the 5 nurses which had actually bothered to come work.
Emma drew a drip breath and exhaled - a habit she also used to breathe mist over her shoes whilst shining them - usually about an hour after polishing them; just so they could grip onto that extra shine that made a nurse's shoes and uniform stand out from several others. Emma walked directly to the manager's office just after putting on a doctor's coat, a fresh pair of spectacles and a focused facial expression which left her looking like a surgeon with about 20 years of experience. Yet to her surprise, upon opening the door unannounced she saw him busy with a newly admitted patient - the wrong kind of busy. The lecherous kind of expression all over his face.
"Doctor Emma, thought you were absent today," his face had fallen into a pit of shame, his voice mingled with a shocked tone, as he and his charms' victim looked to the opening door.
"Go wait for me in the coffee room right now, you and I need to have a serious talk," she then shut the door realizing that her drugged cup of coffee - with sleeping pills - would no longer be necessary, before she dashed on to the presidential room of the clinic - where her patient victim would be kindly waiting for her to inflict death upon him. Only problem was the two big bodyguards outside of the hospital.
"Here for the regular check ups," She smiled and held high her chin
"But Dr. Pillay does those, she was here this morning." One of the bodyguards denied her access.
"I'm the surgeon, need to assess the wounds, I don't have time for this." Despite a racing heart and thoughts which soared to the possibilities of being caught, she looked up into their gloomy eyes.
"2 minutes only," His deep voice finally whispered, and left her soul quavering to the chance of getting her long awaited revenge, before they granted her entrance. Entrance into the heaven in which she would bring hell upon the man who kidnapped her much loved, beautifully slender niece.
"Appreciated," she said, adjusting her face mask, just before she stepped in and quickly put on her weave and gloves before locking the door and dawdling towards Gummy Bear whilst engaging with a dark voice inside her head... One which had last crawled within her thoughts when she had to commit a execute a similar motive, many years back.
"No Emma you can't kill someone, you are a nurse remember, do you want to end up in jail?" Nice and cunning sounded the voice, as Emma slowly walked up to Gummy Bear's presidential suit and felt the evil presence of demons which surrounded his bed giving her skin some very cold chills.
"Criminal Record or not, I have to do this for my nephew and niece - this crook has terrorized their family for too long,"
"But what about us, what will be come of me with my wife gone?" She couldn't help picture Malum' Innocent saying those words whilst walking up to her.
Finally taking hold of the helm of the thin blankie on the sleeping Gummy Bear, before taking a pillow and uttering 3 little words; "Your time's c'me." Emma felt her fears quell as she moved the pillow directly to his head.
"Lady wait, if Dee Monique put you up to this, I'll pay you double. "Gummy Bear's struggled to breathe in utterance of those words. The wounds and stitches on his hairy chest were big too, yet he still had the nerve to laugh.
"No Gummy Bear, I'm doing my family a favor and the world justice," she looked at him with disgust and queasiness. "you're the reason my niece Aneni-Anesu is missing Gummy Bear," her words were entangled with a hopeful twist that such a name would ring a bell.
Gummy Bear almost laughed, but coughed instead. "You must have gotten the wrong guy, don't know any of that."
"Maybe the Name Nomsa, whose husband you trapped in debt and whose daughter you recently kidnapped," her eyes envisioned him in a coffin as she proceeded further with the pillow, from chest all the way up to his chin.
"I see...," his eyes jumped to her and grabbed her gaze down the memory lane in the spectacle of his pupils, "but FYI Nomsa was with me before he met him. She dumped me and snitched on me for slapping her after I had forced her to take DNA test, seeing that she was two months pregnant." He actually closed his eyes whilst fishing for the details to that certain memory. "Aneni-Anesu is my daughter! Do the DNA test if you must, then you can finally kill me in peace, and gladly bury the truth from her."
"Has the desperation to hold onto life really morphed you into this big liar?" her impertinence broke from her facial expression, making her lose her breath for a second as she actually remembered and realized the the lack of resemblance between Aneni-Anesu and her alleged father - picturing them in the stems of her mind.
"No, but my love for my long lost daughter has," he leapt his torso forward and grabbed her by the neck but his weaker arm wasn't as strong as he had hoped - he was still weak and injured, but somehow had gotten the strength to sideline his breathing difficulties.
Coughing, she hit away his arm in response before falling onto the bed to ensure the pillow within her hands would land on his face before she could proceed to apply pressure. But the thoughts of his words were still too heavy to process, even as the rabble of bodyguards and other nurses began banging against the door. Clearly her two minutes had run out and her act had finally been spotted. Nevertheless she kept the life-sucking pressure coming.
"My Goodness!" She heard, as the door to that presidential room, with several flowers and stylized walls and tiles, was finally barged open. As the warmest winds of that sunny day snuck in from the nearby window and left the curtain a bit dancing, if not shaken from the terror which was occurring. Like Gummy Bear deserved any of Emma's malicious acts
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Arriving into the venue his thoughts were jumbled out and his driving was clearly not the best. He then parked his car near the backstage entrance of the venue, where Zanele had told him to enter from. He had to go through the backstage to change into his wedding suit and freshen up a bit, aside from the fact that he was already running out of time to say the least.
Closing the door he walked a few steps away when temptations of a short jog bumped into his mind, just before a very familiar voice penetrated his eardrums, alongside a touch at the back of his wrist.
"Wait Anathii, just wait!"
Hearing a voice overcome by a saddened tone, he looked back and saw Neliswa once again. Her light complexion glowing in the direction of her hazel eyes, much to leave him doubting the sincerity of her next words.
"Caith is coming for me too, we had a fight both last night and this morning...," Neliswa's constant lip-licking hid the true contents of her bitter-sweet tone. "She blames me for telling you the truth, just as she blames you for betraying her."
"I can't do these now Neliswa, I've got a wedding to execute and you know that." He rubbed the back of her hand shortly before looking away, holding his wedding suit's hanger tightly with the other hand. Leaving the 5foot6 chich looking up to him as he turned around and walked away.
"Is Zanele that important, more important than Caith who's stuck with you through thick and thin?" A flash of concern clearly rang in her voice as she grabbed and pulled his arm - ruining his classic man step. "Is a simple promotion worth sidelining your true feelings for, you forget that I've known you from high school."
"Don't you get tired of doing this? Our high school days are long gone." He turned to her and placed his hand at the back of her neck, smiled at her and continued walking towards the grey, backstage entrance, of that cool grey stone buiding venue, as the surrounding trees stretched their shadows onto its walls, ones through which he could hear the rabble of guests inside. Until his eyes caught sight of a groomsman coming out, leaving the door open before jogging past him just before he muttered Neliswa's name. Anathii didn't bother looking back although he wanted to.
Meanwhile inside the venue, inside the wedding hall, large snippets of chit-chatter filled the atmosphere as soft sounds of afro-pop filled the air. Wedding guests amassing the hall as their texture-rich, juxtaposing, color-patterned, outfits formed a sea of color. Stylised floral and tropical designs were seemingly taking hostage of the fashion trends in that hour. For was it not the wedding of the tyrannical fashion monopolist's daughter's wedding. Amanda Mandalay would have been proud had she been present.
Malum's Innocent was sitted on the third last row at the back, waiting for Nomsa to come, but to no avail. Thoughts that she could have change her mind regarding the whole Zanele Mandalay wedding situation left him in search of comfort. Even the music couldn't put him at ease, and when he tried to call her she wasn't picking up. Emma too wasn't picking up. Malum Innocent thought about it thoroughly yet quietly, even as sight of attractive middle aged women hung right before him he still failed to find a suitable smile to paste above his chin.
Malum Innocent watched as the groomsmen and bridesmaids walked along the red-carpeted isle whose thickness stretched throughout the 100 rows, and columns, which ran from the entrance to the altar. Before each paired bridesmaid and groomsman stood opposite each other, after every 10 rows, before the guests turned their eyes from them towards the standing groom, the handsome Anathii.
Whose smile and watch shone brightly in the venue's lights before the guests stood to applause his successful sneaky entrance. The bride himself bowing his head with humility as his suit's designs took the watchful irises on a rollercoaster made of patterns and monochromatic hues of turquoise and orange. As some frontline renowned designer guests freed a tear drop of pride and admiration in a quiet congratulation.
Anathii's suit deviated from the colourful pathways of the bridesmaids' jumpsuits, and groomsmen's pants, which held a string of flame-dressed flowers and palm trees, although the groomsmen had plain white shirts on to drive all the attention to their pants and blazers. One small detail was the dotted points which gave it a rough texture, alongside a faint intrusion of little smudged patches which the dots caused.
In that pandemic of serenity-driven by lovely blurs of envy; some eye ransacking through his suit for possible designs to steal, the music finally stopped as the piano's melodic sounds took centre stage most joyously, undisturbed by the sudden wave of camera flashes which rushed in from the back - blinding Anathii's eyes from Zanele's dress as she slowly began surfing through that lightning-bright wave of camera flashes and quarterback cheers. All whil walking towards the alter, whilst surrounding eyes jumped and pricked her skin as she walked like an angel and left the groom squinting his eyes whilst struggling to make out her image and silhouette in a burgundy tight dress and surprisingly a pair of new slippers. Was she trying to showcase her cute, pink toes or what? - he asked himself.
"How will I kiss her now?" She was 5ft6 and he was 6ft2 hence without heels' involved her lips were slight a cloudfall away. Nevertheless he knew that he had hit the jackpot when her silhouette and heart striking smile left him in a bubble of joyous sentiments which he knew would always echo in the parralel isles of his cerebral threshold, if not the most infatuous walls of the love wells within his heart...
Until he saw her stepfather, Darwin Mandalay, walking behind her in a rosegold suit as his fingers gently curled upon the helms of her dress' train in a posh manner. As the emerald rose prints embroidered in around her waist finally greeted his gaze, inducing him to imagine an indulgence into an intimate twist of faith.
"This ought to be a very blessed wedding hey?" A voice leapt onto his shoulders before jumping into his head. It was the priest behind him, but that voice left him with an internal bang in the midst of his chest, a bang which inflicted sudden, unwanted flashbacks from his politely short-lived date with Genna in the midmorning of that day. As though his conscious love for her had come back to haunt him in search of the confession which he had held before her.
"Pull yourself together, she's almost at the end of the isle," the priest said once again but Anathii was still in touch with his senses, aware enough to pick up the scent of alcohol which was hidden in his, the priest's, whispers.
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Whereas, at another top building, Vulisanii and his 3 guys got out of the chopper and walked towards Kimm Jayde Maxworth's chopper which had just recently landed as she stood facing the world beneath her, 2 of her butterflies by her side as they stood with sub-machine guns, their purple coats and shiny boots matching her silky black ones, her braided buns unmatched by the ponytails of her two butterflies who seemed to be smiling at everything she was saying.
"How about a little glimpse of gratitude for saving your arses back there, Vulisnanii?" she said without looking over her shoulder to him, her eyes' focus clearly unchanged by his presence. "Your friend Darren is probably in handcuffs as we speak, I bet he hates you now." Her Dutch laugh ensued.
"Bet so too, just as I bet that you're dying to take out a gun and shoot us off this roof." Vulisanii said to her whilst keeping an eye on her butterflies.
"No Vulisanii, I'm not that bad of a person and you would have known that by now...," she finally looked to him to state her case, "if you had just given your uncle and I a fair chance without whispering poison about me into his ears." Dee Monique placed her elbow in the palm of her hand and pressed her 3 fingers against her forehead.
"You never fail to make me tickle with laughter Dee Monique," They linked gaze and intercepted each other's thoughts. "Maybe such a gash of humor is why you managed to slip into my uncle's bed."
"What your uncle and I had was very special, until he began obsessing over that girlfriend of yours," her eyes looked back to the second chopper, before she changed her tone, chuckled a bit, and pointed him towards the wedding venue of Zanele Mandalay's wedding day temptingly before walking towards him, taking his hand and accompanying him to the building's entrance. "These are indeed the real JWB Headquarters, not those coordinates you received." Her hand rubbed some foolishness off his shoulders.
Her whisprer triggered his fake laugh as they opened the roof entrance of the building and headed for the elevator which took them down to the 3rd floor, where they stepped out and continued walking towards a large office whose door was already open as a goofing-around Mastermind was busy talking to several of the butterflies, Rosebank and Dee Monique's female bodyguards, which were at the table.
"Look who we have here ladies," Mastermind placed his gun on the table, spun it around and stood to smile at Vulisanii and his 3 brothers, all who were still in green overalls - the same color scheme mastermind himself had assisted in assembling.
"Calm down Mastermind," Vulisanii's guy failed to squash the anger in his words as he finally stepped into the room, whose door was directly opposite to a framed picture of Mr Rosebank, alongside several pictures of both Dee Monique and that same man displaced across that round table. "We'll sort out our issues some other time."
"She certainly did, guess she had the guts," said two of the butterflies as they complied those pictures and a half written article which left Vulisanii in the realization that Kimm Jayde Maxworth was up to no good again. She was missing from the table after all.
"It was about time she betrayed, and luckily for us Vulisanii and his friends over here will find her and retrieve a small heart-shaped hard drive containing secret files of both Mr Rosebank and I - as quoted by her very words," A hint of a smile shone within her eyes as she looked into the threatened corners of Vulisanii's eyes. "That's if you don't want to lose your girlfriend, aside from joining Darren.
"And as for the heist, I will personally lead the team," asserted Mastermind as he looked at Vulisanii and his personal musketeers. "whilst you four focus on finding Kimm."
Vulisanii sat down and watched as Dee Monique looked at those wall-framed, photographs with angry eyes, even pictures of her kissing Mr Rosebank. In his mind, Kimm's betrayal was exactly what she deserved for shooting a man who had been nothing but kind to her - and by the look of things Kimm JM had been smart enough to give her a taste of her own poison before vice versa could occur.
Yet Mastermind was still sound and smiling at the table, as though he hadn't yet smelt the coffee which Dee Monique was feeding him, but then again, Mastermind was happy long as there were woman around. Perhaps those butterflies kept him hopeful and steady, as well as blinded from the inevitable death which the beautiful witch in the silky black coat would impose upon him.
More and more seconds elapsed as Dee Monique fully laid out the plan, whilst drinking concealed contents from a red metallic flask, but the more he watched her lips the more he realized the lack of desire which had liquidated her tone as soon as she'd begun talking about the heist.
It was as if there was something more to the stealing of the cars and jewellery-robbing of the guests, apart from even catching Kimm JM. Plus Rosebank himself remained nowhere to be found, meaning that he was possibly at the wedding alongside two butterflies or so - just as he always moved around.
Plus the way she kept checking the beeps on her phone convinced Vulisanii that she was probably waiting for a signal or something - something just didn't add up. Unless this was the day she had planned to finally put this undercover gig behind and come out as a the glorious Detective she once were. Such a case would explain Kimm's sudden dissappearance which seemed too suspicious. Like how could Kimm singlehandedly escape from Dee Monique and all these armed butterflies of hers?
Be that may, possibly, Vulisanii couldn't afford to trust another word that came out of her mouth, but his eyes were suddenly too fatigued to keep watching her. He had wasted the previous night playing FIFA and Call Of Duty, using pills to stay competitive and awake; and now the effectiveness of those rainbow pills had begun running out. His gaze kind of inoculated, almost enough to leave blurry images and a hazy state of confusion being captured by his naked eye, including the tracker-holding objects, which one butterfly had just brought in.
Until he saw Dee Monique spitting out her energy drink or whatever she'd been drinking as she looked out of the window and saw her personalized helicopter flying away without, any authorized butterfly. "Oh snap! Where is Aneni-Anesu? How could you let her escape...., my beloved pilot too." She banged the bottom of her fist against the window, "She's probably headed either to the cops, if not the wedding, you all know what to do. I want her back here."
"I'll get her back, I promise, with or without Vulisanii's involvement." Mastermind's words were dubiously caught in between Aneni-Anesu and Kimm JM, whose picture he was glancing at with ravenous eyes, as though his brainiac odessy was driving him down a lane of memories he had shared with Kimm Jayde-Maxworth, including those of watching movies together whilst feeding each other pudding-soaked strawberries and grape-filled ice cream. Seems as though Mastermind's charms had worked on Kimm JM, or were it vice versa? Like why were she suddenly all over his mind, from daydreams to mystique thoughts resulting from missing her.
Vulisanii could tell that Mastermind was clearly still thinking of Kimm Jayde Maxworth. Mastermind himself could still feel the touches of her fingertips, mostly ear-bites, and the short pangs of scratches as they unskinned their lightning-fast little fling - as one's fingers strolled to the sensual part situated between the other's legs, leaving both their feet wriggling whilst rubbing each other's toes within the blankets. His hand around her shoulder whilst grabbing her breast, and transferring the exciting sensation from his palm straight to his blossoming sword.
"Let's go realize that heist, I'm ready for a rampage," Vulisanii finally said, with an axe up his sleeve as he stood up with his guys, much to all the butterflies' displeasure. Until he got a text from one of his uncle's bodyguard informing him of an attempted murder of his uncle, by a certain nurse, leaving him with a slight change of priorites; a certain dilemma: making him choose as whether to save Aneni-Anesu first or to firstly tend to his uncle - whom he definitely needed to get to, before the Grim Reaper could.
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Elsewhere, in a police van...
"Emma, why would you do this, I told you that I would handle this... You should have called me as soon as you'd found out of his exact location." Detective Divvy Jaars said over the phone to Emma whilst transporting Darren to a certain prison where he would await trial. "Cause, that would have been better, since in the eyes of the law there's nothing good about what you did, even if it's for revenge."
"Oi! lower your voice detective she can hear you, there's no need to shout," Darren yelled as the van continued on, whilst memories of betrayal and fallen comrades kept his mind occupied, as handcuffs and feet-bounding chains kept his wrists and ankles bound too.
"Keep your mouth criminal, save that energy for survival rather" Divvy Jaars laughed loudly - "no one is coming to rescue you, I promise you that." He retrieved his gaze from the van's rearview mirror and laughed before continuing with his ongoing call with Aunt Emma.
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Meanwhile, Zanele Mandalay finally reached the end of the isle and stopped for a second to enjoy the shower of roses and perennials, tears of joy, and a flood of joyous onomatopoeia's from both the guests and her subordinates. Mentally glad she had ordered guests to bring flowers in the wedding invitation, for aside from inheriting AMANDA MANDALAY"S she'd also inherited her mother's love of flowers.
Just before a kiss finally drew her out of thought as her stepfather Darwin Mandalay, of whom she were still suspicious, left the warmth of his lips pasted on her cheek, before smilingly hugging and walking towards the seats of honor whilst shielding his eyes from the camera's. Before Anathii grabbed the opportunity to step off the altar in a quick shuffle and save his bae from the insoluble journalists' insolvent flashes. Though the damage had already been done - much to Zanele's amusement - since shots of Anathi and her had already been stolen and the Gumede's would soon be stung with spite upon seeing them. Hence she looked to her P.A to get the bodyguards to escort the journalists out and stop their parade of ceaseless flashes.
Anathii seemed to have a big smile glued under his nose much to Zanele's admiral approval as he stood before her, looking into her eyes as his ears blurred out the sounds of rabbling guests, as her scent's yummy aroma drove delusional thoughts to his mind and an illusion of peace straight to his heart, clearing it from all the stress which had been inhabiting his heart and taken hold of it's beat's rhythm.
Including the wondering of whether he had carefully hid his face from the flashes. Most of his crowd of thoughts had calmed as his school of excitement went haywire, infatuation proving strong enough to outweigh any trace of guilt within his mind. Enough to relegate the memories of Caith to a lower emotional dungeon, as unfaithful as that might have seen, before he took her hand and began unravelling his true feelings. A few seconds after the priest's introduction of course.
"From the very moment I saw you Zanele, I saw an angel with fins, a mermaid with wings, swimming in a river of clouds..." Anathii carefully said his vows, recited from a poem he had once written for Caithie with the help of Yonella, and left her in a burst of blushes which seemingly buried her insolently bossy side which stood as her facial signature whenever she were at the AMANDA MANDALAY"S premises.
Blushes which also left her blind to the fact that the priest had disrespected her enough to wear a garment from Toni Moliba - judging by the fashion brand's signature style of rough texture, and tiny little fonts screaming "Toni Moliba" amidst a series of tiny triangular shapes. Critical facts regarding the false tangibility of the marriage being dashed to the back of her head as her turn soon came about...
"As soon as you walked in, innocence intelligibly playing about your smile, I knew you were the one," her eyes revealed the moonlit landscapes and an inevitable future of both of them chasing after their kids in the in the grey pastures of the night, as a mix of divine feelings pressed aganst the seams of her heart, "though I never thought that you'd creatively carve your way to the apex of my heart's hierarchy."
Darwin Mandalay too carefully watched his stepdaughter as she poured out those words. Unsure as to whether they were coming from her heart, the tunnels of her lungs, or just simply crawling from beneath her tongue - ceaselessly watering the heart of her bride with with lovely showers of hearty compliments... He himself couldn't stop imagining Dumisanii Gumede being up there with her, but couldn't quite figure out how Mandla Mandalay himself would take it upon finding out that his daughter went ahead with marrying Anathii over Dumisanii instead.
Until the priest's whispers to the bridesmaids left Zanele irritated, especially when the guests' whispers began invading the piano melodies which had inhabited the now floral-floored atmosphere.
"And now?" both the bride and the groom said simultaneously to the ignorantly sluggish priest, irritated and very much ready to exchange their vows. "Can't belive this..."
Though her words were disrupted by the MC: "Excuse me for my late arrival but before the vows are spilt I'd just like to say my beloved piece." Zanele Mandalay's P.A took the mic as her olive green dress with little baby silhouettes amongst smiley moon shapes, slit sleeves and transparent hips' sections which revealed the tattoo of a demigod if not Lucifer sitting on her hips' ridges - leaving the priest wondering if the men's eyes were attentive to her eyes or her waist. The same line who had come with there girlfriends and wives whilst wearing sophisticated custom designer suits which actually hid the lustful adrenaline which ran in the veins shallowly hidden in their skin.
"...Forever hoping for them to break up, yet here I am, standing as the assistant, of the wedding planner's assist." Her speech kept the guests entertained, even as both Anathii and the priest realized that they had to do something to find the culprit which had been trusted to keep the wedding rings.
"...With the rings just can't be found, we looked everywhere I promise," one grooms man said whilst raking his hand in his long hair. Leaving Anathii concluding that his selfishness, selfconcieted arse hadn't looked hard enough, not wanting to risk his looks.
"You better go back and find her," Zanele tried to smile but her whisper was still harsh enough to almost leave the priest' eyes hanging. "Our names are etched on those silver rings, it shouldn't be hard to find them."
Anathi's mind jabbered crazy words at his intuition before he followed the suspicious dude who had a jagged look about him. His aura hanging in the balance of anxiety and carelessness as he followed him backstage. Even the dude's step's discernment was off key, hesitantly dawdling into the small passage of backstage where that dude led him into the third room on the right...
Where he was soon ambushed and grabbed by another figure who pulled him away from the door just before Anathii's intuition saved him as he leapt backwards and knocked the figure against the wall, slightly loosening his figure on Anathii, who then dug his elbow into the figure's rib just before the self-concieted groomsman came forward, ready to punch Anathii, with a certain look in his eyes that held a nebulous grudge - similar to the one he'd seen on Dumisanii's face whenever he'd gone to visit Genna.