The weak shall become strong, the strong becomes a barrier that even to themselves they know strength brought them where they are. Love might become hatred and hatred turns to an ally, the more the earth rotates the more our true nature reveals itself.
A group of people were gathered in an unknown site with a man standing in front of them, it was as if they were complaining about something, their voices elongated the whole place.
The man in front called out for silence as everyone kept calm.
" We are here to talk about what Charles told me, that under few days we'll crowd in London not as tourist but it's leaders. Everything will be ours to control and the annoying part is our dear master planner has gone missing....."
A lady ran in panting hard cutting his speech causing the people around wondering the purpose of her intrusion.
" We've just heard word, Charles locksmith is kidnapped, what do we do next?" the lady said shakily.
" What are the kidnappers identity?" The man in front asked.
" We don't know, all we know is his abductors dwells in London " she replied him.
" Fellas you heard her, our rightful place calls for us, we are going to get him back, even if we'll have to burn London to the ground ".
* The morning was a bit calm for Winston as he stood beside his bed talking to himself, planning as his day would go when a gentle knock was heard on the door *
" Who is it?" he asked. But there was no response In return.
He walked slowly in anticipation towards the door he stood by the door for a while. Before opening the door he made sure his gun was fully loaded and ready, he opened the door but saw no one.
" Strange " he muttered to himself.
Before he could close the door he noticed a paper packaged as those sent to someone kept at his doorstep, he picked it up looking around before going back inside.
" Who the hell is sending me a letter? I left my old house because of this discomfort and it followed me to the new one, guess am born to be stressed " He quarrelled himself.
Opening the paper he saw a handwriting he recognized fully well as he read.
* DEAR WINSTON, I KNOW IT'S BEEN LONG SINCE I WROTE TO YOU OR BOTHERED CALLING, HOPE YOU AREN'T ANGRY WITH ME IF YOU ARE AM TRULY SORRY. WELL THE MAIN PURPOSE OF ME SENDING THIS LETTER AT A TIME LIKE THIS IS TO INFORM YOU THAT I'M COMING BACK TO LONDON ISN'T IT GOING TO BE WONDERFUL.
LOOKING AT THE WAY EVERYTHING IS GOING ON IN LONDON I THINK SOMEONE NEEDS TO BE THERE COMFORTING YOU, EVEN UF IT'S A LONG TIME I'VE NEVER FOR ONCE FORGOT WHAT WE BOTH SHARED.
SAYING ALL THIS WON'T BE ENOUGH I'LL SEE YOU SOON.
YOUR FAVORITE SANDRA.
He looked closely at the letter and out of disgust he muttered " Holy shit " Without noticing that someone had already entered his room.
He turned around to see Sandra Fenwick standing sexily looking beautiful as ever,. she wore a black dress if expensive value that showcased the upper part of her body.
She smiled at him which he couldn't reciprocate he was staring at her in a way that displays his entire feelings.
" What are you doing here?" Winston asked her.
Her mood suddenly changed as she walked around the room admiring his odd fashion sense and asked.
" Are you not happy to see me?"
Her British accent was something Winston admired from her years ago.
" Not really.....I..I..just wasn't expecting you at a time like this " he said stammering.
She stopped, turned facing him and in that moment started undressing herself.
" What.. what are you doing?" Winston asked anxiously.
" Doing what I miss doing with you for a long time, I am back Winston, no matter what the situation might be it's time to calm it down " she said as removed the last clothing in her body.
Winston stood watching as she walked closely towards him until they were just inches away from each other.
Winston was feeling her soft and calm presence mixed with her fragrance filled the room, he was dumbfounded as she asked.
" Why are you still dressed?".
With that word they were both engrossed in kisses all over themselves, they started fondling each other until the heat was soon unbearable to both of them before they could know it both of them was taking by the moment.
Charles opened his eyes to see himself hanged upsidedown, he was weak to the extent he couldn't scream or turn himself around.
He kept hearing voices engaged in a conversation behind him, the topic the voices were exaggerating on was all about him.
The words he was able to pick out were.
" You think he's still awake?"
" Definitely, it's not time for me to finish with him so he has no permission to die "
Charles was in panic that he soon noticed a cut on his hand, he was bleeding a lot of blood.
" Holy shit " he muttered.
" Oh he is awake " He heard a voice said behind him.
He felt a hand holding his leg before he could say anything he was turned around as he saw Two men and his dear brother Collins standing right in front of him.
" Hello brother, just like I said we have to talk badly, don't you think?" Collins said.
Charles was in pains surely they saw it written in his face.
" Cut him down " Collins ordered as some men walked over to him and brought him down.
He was panting in pains.
" What are you going to do with me, kill me?" Charles asked.
" Not really sir, I just want to know what is your deal " Collins said.
" I already told you to be with my family " Charles said.
" A beautiful lie ain't it? you know I took all you have said since your return, and I found out you keep making your gist based on partnership with the illusionist and shit so I had to put the pieces together, you have contact with the illusionist I found out, to which I know something for sure, the locksmith never answer to anybody outside the family, so am I right that you are the leader of the illusionist, come on tell me "
Collins said to Charles who said nothing but having a smile spread that soon turned into a laugh.
" What's so funny?" Collins asked.
" You don't have a single clue what you have done my little brother, hell has been let loosed " Charles said as he continued to laugh.
" What the hell do you mean?" One of the men asked.
" How long have I been here?" Charles asked.
" I think two days " Collins replied.
Charles raised up his hands and showed them a piece of tech the size of a watch.
" What the hell is that?"
" In five, four, three, two, and one " Charles did his countdown before Collins could say anything to that the walls burst open causing everyone to take cover.
Walking out the clearing were armed men who as soon as they got in they opened fire.
3 MONTHS AGO.
" Charles tell me what the plan is, it's been years since you said your plan is in shape can you please tell me what it really is " A man asked.
" like I once said, I'll be the nuisance to do the way I feel making them think and know that I have something to do with the illusionist that's your cue " Charles said turning around looking at the man closely and said.
" Don't fail me when it's time "
" Am born ready " the man replied smiling.
PRESENT DAY.
* Phone rings *
" Who the hell is it?" Winston asked himself as he stood up without seeing Sandra around, the phone continues to ring.
He walked to the phone picked it up and the first thing he heard was.
" Winston Winston, Charles is the illusionist, help me, I need your help " Collins said as the call ended.
" The chameleon indeed has revealed himself, what exactly do you want charlie " Winston Said to himself as he took his clothes, got dressed and left his room.