DARK PROTECTING FROM THE DARK
In a dim room, a handsome man sat on the stool. His face was lightly visible as the light from the laptop fell on his face. He had an evil smirk plastered on his face as he swiftly typed on the keyboard. 'You are sure to be famous. Someone is again trying to get your information… Don't worry I am the dark and I am protecting you from the dark, Jessica, be brave and face your enemies well.'
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The doctors examined Jia once more. Her face was pale as she screamed painfully filling the room with her shrill voices. Slowly these voices faded and the machine showed no sign of life. She was dead.
Her face was covered with a white sheet and the body was sent out of the emergency ward. As the gate to the room opened a sea of reporters came in rushing.
"What is the situation with Ms. Han?"
"How is she now?"
"Did your hospital fail to save her?"
The doctor backed off before announcing the death of Jia. The reason was said to be that she died due to the infection after the bite. But in reality, she was fed poison…
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A person standing in one of the corners of the ward stared at this scene. His arms were folded in front of his chest and his half face was covered with a mask, only revealing his dark brown eyes.
His eyes reflected satisfaction and joy when he saw the body being wheeled out. He was the one to feed her the poison and it was not a normal poison. It was the white snake poison. This would not bring a simple death. The poison would slowly and painfully eat away the organs of the host and the person would die a pathetic death.
His eyes carried no sympathy. 'This is the death you deserve for harming the person you should not have. I gave you a chance by letting you off before being completely eaten by the boss's pet. After all, it would never leave its prey. But my boss was afraid to let the lion get dirty after eating you. After all, you are… oh sorry… you were so dirty… Now you are dead. Boss will be happy. I should click pictures.'
The man took out his phone and was ready to click a few photos when his phone rang. It was his boss. He picked up without delay for a minute.
"How's the work?" a lazy voice came from the other end. Feeling the chill the man replied, "good boss! She is dead. And she was not able to do much to Jessica."
"Not much?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" The person on the other end had gone extremely chilling and dangerous.
The man stuttered, "Boss….. s-sorry! i-I will take care from the next time….."
A cold laugh was heard before the man, on the other end, said, "There will be no next time. You will not come back to the UK. Go to the base and get yourself trained." The line was cut.
The man looked shocked as he stared at his phone. 'Boss is surely angry and this time too because of that Jessica. Who is this person? No one in the army knows about her. Leave her we don't even know our boss- THE SECOND MASTER. He rarely comes to the meeting as well. Leave him Mr. Zero is the most suspicious. I have never heard his voice even. Only the FOURTH MASTER can contact him. I wonder how is he… Oho… Leave them they are the almighty and I am not even in the position to think of them. If anyone knew about this I would be skinned alive. Especially that Zero, last time he fired a bomb on the man who bad-mouthed him in front of others…. Let me go to the base. She is already dead. I have no other work here.'
Soon the man disappeared from the back gate. The security came and pushed the reporters out so they do not cause any ruckus.
The hospital informed Jessica about Jia's death and requested her to take the body away. Soon after the call ended a car came to take away the body followed by Jessica and Steve. They left and gave a humble funeral to Jia before driving back home.
Jessica and Steve sat in the car which was speeding to Jessica's apartment. They had just come back from the funeral. No one of them spoke. There was pin-drop silence in the car as both of them were lost in their thoughts.
"Wanna go to Smith mansion?" Steve was afraid that it would be depressing to stay alone after witnessing the death in such a small time period. He had already told his parents and now wanted to convince Jessica to go home with him.
Jessica looked at Steve her eyes unclear due to tears. she was suffocating and wanted to feel freedom and this was only possible if someone cared for her. She would only be free if the person in front of her could free her by giving her a hug. As if he read her mind she was soon in his warm embrace. Her heart instantly filled up with warmth and satisfaction. It was as if all the riches were bought to her feet.
Steve could not tolerate the helplessness and emptiness in her eyes. He could not control the hands that moved towards her and wrapped them around her engulfing her in his warmth and care. He wanted to see her smile and live well.
They did not even notice the driver who was already crying due to the affection displayed. After a short while, the car came to a stop and the back door was opened from the outside.
"Ohhh… My cutie, do you know I missed you ?" The sweet voice of mother Smith filled more happiness in the heart of Jessica who was still protectively wrapped in his arms. Steve's head lied on the head of Jessica which was on his chest as their hands were snacked around each other's waist. This melted the hard cored mother and she exclaimed teasingly, " Awwwww… Steve, am I going to get a wedding feast soon? Or is it something more…" hearing the teasing Steve and Jessica instantly separated as they stepped out of the car and was soon engulfed in motherly warmth of Mother Smith.
After receiving a warm welcome and lunch the family sat in the garden as usual. It was spring and the sun was warm and cozy. Grandpa Smith and Father Smith played chess while Steve sat on the side observing and passing some funny comments to both bringing a smile on their faces. Steve and Jessica had agreed to stay at the Smith Mansion for a while. Steve was dressed in a simple black shirt and black trousers. He looked like black beauty.
"Teatime…" Mother Smith walked out with a tray of tea in her hand, following behind was Jessica who was dressed in a simple black shirt which had a drawing of hello kitty and a pair of pink trousers as she bought out a tray of simple home-cooked snacks for all. She looked youthful and young. Settling both trays on the table in the garden they turned around to call the men to the table. Taking their places on the table, everyone changed food and chatted.
"What about your wedding dress, Jazz. Is it complete?" Grandpa asked who had developed a good bonding with Jessica in these few days. He had also adopted the nickname 'Jazz'.
"Not yet grandpa. Will show you when it is done." She smiled at him.
"What about my dress? Will you prepare it too?" The person sitting next to her asked. She looked at him and said, "I will love to… Just give me your measurements."
Steve smiled mischievously and came close to her ear and whispered, "Anytime you can have them. I just have one condition, you should take my measurements personally, Mrs. Smith." Hearing him Jessica turned crimson red as she lowered her head. Steve could see the tip of her ears turning red and he could only thing that came to his mind was, 'sooooo cute.' He pinched her cheek before he sipped his tea ignoring the meaningful and surprising gazes passed to him by his family. He just stared at HIS girl with a loving gaze.