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Tha Black Hellboy

5 years ago
"Hi, my name is Fred Skoet, I am looking for Celine Michael..." My eyes kept scanning the big and over populated office as I introduced myself to the reception lady.
She looked at me as if she felt disgusted by my sight, it didn't bother me much because in no time, she will wish she had my number because I am going to be a star.
"Table number 8 east wing, Next please" her tone was hoarse and it was similar to witches in the princesses' cartoons. I walked straight to the east wing which was not hard to find as the sun was just rising.
"Um hey, I cannot see where the table numbers are" I asked the lady who was in fact deeply buried in her work to even care about my enquiry. She kept typing on her computer lighting speed fast.
"Ahkheem, excuse me" I said it again, this time making my voice a bit louder, I had to be over heard above the sounds of the crying buttons of the keyboard.
"Oh, Hi, can I help you?", she said as she turned to me, she was not a single bit puzzled by my presence, "she is expecting someone, I hope she's the one" I thought.
"I am lost, and I need to see Celine Michael, I have been told by the receptionist she's at table 8, east wing" I said as I tried to hide my embarrassment. She was beautiful, her blonde hair made her appear as a movie star, except for the mole on her cheek, she was so appealing to the eyes.
"Celine Michael?, there" she pointed at the table next to her's. Her finger nails were beutify made. I couldn't help but stare.
"There?" I asked again just for confirmation, she was already typing and she didn't reply a word.
"Thank you" I said and took a few steps forward to the table the blond directed me to.
There was no one on the table, but on top of it there was a board written "Celine Michael". I took a deep breathe, satisfied that I made it at least.
"I wonder where she is" I thought to myself. I kept scanning the office, and it was a very busy place. I suddenly remembered that I had to practice what I would tell Celine.
"Aghh, I am a natural I don't have to rehearse anything" I thought as I made a smugly smirk.
"Mr. Skoet?" I heard a strong authoritative voice behind my back, it was female voice but yet very compelling. It was attractive and alluring at the same time.
And there she was, Celine Michael. Her brown eyes were custom made for her, they complemented her attractive lips and nose. She was of average height; a foot shorter than I was and her black hair were attractively made into a pony tail. She was dressed in a red office shirt and a black dress. Her sandals were the only thing she wore that didn't not belong to her dress code.
"Ye.. yes M'am" I answered her hesitantly, her voice made me stumble on my words.
" Have a seat,  I am Celine Michael" She pointed at the chair seemed prepared for me. I took the seat, I slowly tried to make myself confortable.
"Coffee?" she asked as she handed me one of the mugs she was holding.
"Yes, thank you" I received the warm cup from her hand, I took the first sip.
"This is hot" I thought as I kept the mug on the table carefully as I did not want to spill it on her papers.
She took also took a sip and kept the mug on the table, closer to mine. She then turned to me, her eyes bore into mine as if she was searching for lost details. She took a deep breathe.
" I am a very straight forward lady Mr. Skoet, So I am going to ask you to be very brief and focused as well, Is that okay?" she asked me as she reached for the paper pad and pen on her table.
"Is that okay?" she asked again, this time focusing her attention directly to me, her brown eye gaze was just as strong as her voice.
"Yes M'am" I managed to say before I cleared my throat.
"Okay, go for it", she said as she pressed the button of her pen, ready to write.
I stared down at my shoes, my laces were almost untied but that was not what I saw. I took a deep breathe, and finally I had the words to say.
"Five years from now, you will shoot me" I said it as I stared at her eyes. My gaze was as powerful as hers.
"I think I may have to repeat myself here Sir, for one last time, I am a very....." she said it, making it even more clearer, one thing she was not aware of is that I was too, and in the matter of fact, I was serious.
"Straight forward lady" I finished her sentence for her. It was predictable that a stranger would think I am joking about what I was about to say. I took extended my hand to lift the cup off of the table and directed it to my closed lips for a sip.
"It even tastier when it is cold" I thought as I returned the cup to the original position on the table. I like being systematic, "where things are from are where they should be back at" my mother's words ricocheted in my head every time I took something off our house and it became a habit. Of course I learnt it the hard way, my mom hit me a lot, I still got scars from her belt. It turned out she was insane.
Her gaze was still strong, but her facial expression was between being amazed and angry, I could not tell between the two. It was our first meeting so I cut myself some slack there.
"I should say something more" I thought as I searched her face and my head for more words.
"Then care to explain more, Mr. Um Skoet" her voice stuttered, It was obvious now she was getting agitated by my presence, especially my awkward silence.
" The name of that movie will be Transformed" I managed to say, my eyes were focused on her fingers which she played up and down as her thumb and index rubbed against each other slowly. It was what she did to keep herself focused. 
"In Transformed, I will be a man who lost his sight and mobility from a deadly plague that only affected my family lineage.  Woman, called Emily a genetic engineer and doctor who tries to rescue her company from bankruptcy and increased competition, devotes her energy and  time to study and cure me, hopping the cure may be used to treat all other sorts of blindness and immobility." Finishing my last word, I directed my eyes to her face; her head was buried deep into the pad as she scribbled a few of my words, neatly. She paused and looked at me after she felt my gaze. She was away from being impressed.
"Keep talking the talk Fred Skoet" I told myself as I took a deep breath.
"After five years, Emily finally came to a break through that rendered me extraordinary sight as well as other senses and of course extremely fast mobility. My dark soul manifested after my healing, I wanted to rule the world, and to do that, I had to destroy the cure she made so that I would be the only super human" my lips widened to a smirk, I was making a point and I was proud of it.
"Knowing she had created a monster, Emily burnt the laboratory down with me in, but that did not kill me, only fueling my devilish anger, her last resort was to shoot me, and that failed too but that was the end of her life because after torturing her, I ripped her arms and legs away from her body, her death was tragic, that is the end of the film, well of course I got to run the world too" I said, I noticed she stopped writing and concentrated her eyes to me.
"Well" I said after taking two sips and putting the mag back on the table.
"What do you think of it?" I asked, I was scared she would not be impressed by the story, her facial expression was maintained in the same state as before.
"Miss. Celine Michael, I am humbly asking you to be Dr. Emily Delap" I crossed my fingers hopping she would agree to the proposal. Celine Michael was among the best reporters in the industry of entertainment. She had seen the rise of many famous people of the new generation. She was influential, attractive and best of all, she was good for business. Her fame run back and forth the globe.
She took a deep breath, her expression turned to serious, it scared me. Not having her is really bad for my movie. She noticed my fingers crossed and my lips moving as if I was praying. Then she suddenly smiled, her face was brightened up, and this made her even more beautiful. I smiled back, amused by the sudden change of air.
"I got you there didn't I?" She said as she kept the pen and pad on her table.
"My expression is stone huh?" She said as she smiled at me. And before I could tell her how serious she had me on the edge. She extended her hand to me, her right hand.
"I am in, I love this idea, and I think It is time to move out this office" She said as she shook my hand.
"Absolutely, absolutely" I said as I nodded my head. Trying to hide the fact that I was shocked that she compromised. I was not so sure I could pull it through, especially after seeing her reaction after I had peached my idea.
"Now listen, I will go talk to the producer,  Jonathan, and then I will get back at you" I said as I rose from my seat, our talk was over as far as I was concerned, I was too excited to stick around, I needed to tell Jona.
"Alright, take your time, just don't take mine" she said, finishing her sentence with a beautiful smile. It made her white and beautifully arranged teeth show. Her chin made a dimple as she smiled, I couldn't help but notice all her features.
" I will be damned" I said as I snapped out of my day dreaming. Her body and my successful peaching made my brain high for a moment.
She hugged me shortly and waved me good bye, and her scent struck my senses like a lightning bolt from the goddess of love.
"Watch it Sir" a man told me after I bumped into him. I apologized and slowly walked through the corridor to the exit. I managed the urge to walk to the receptionist and tell her what a success I have been thanks for her rudeness.
Walking out of the office building, the air felt fresher than ever. "We are going big baby!" I yelled at an old man who passed next to me.
"He can't beat me up, he's old" I thought to myself as the old man turned to look at me. I walked slowly to the bus stop, rubbing my hands together. I was so satisfied with myself. The bus took ten minutes to arrive; I got into it and settled for a seat at the back, next to a masculine guy of African descent. His huge arms were covered with tattoos and scars.  I ignored his gaze as I got myself comfortable next to him.
"President Oscar Jones has just arrived in Africa to meet with the African leaders and discuss a potential solution to saving the planet from climate change. The planet SOS protocol was enacted in the early 2000 as a way to save the...................." The lady on the bus radio said as I closed my eyes slowly to doss off. I knew that voice, I just heard it.
"Celine" I muttered to myself as I smiled. In my day dream, she was with me again, discussing our date.
"Next stop, Queen's park" a voice in from the bus's speaker woke me up.  I slept through three bus stops.
"That's my queue" I said out loud as I rose from my seat and walked towards the front of the bus. I swiped my bus card on the device next to the door as the bus stopped. The twin doors of the old blue bird bus opened automatically but making sounds to friction.
"Aghh!, Uncle Sam, get these bearings greased, will ya?!" I said to the driver as I got off. Uncle Sam is my cousin's fat husband. He works at blue bird, the famous bus company in America, so all bus drivers were Uncle Sam to me. I got off the bus; I did not notice the man behind me, until he placed his gun on my back. I knew it was   gun because in one of the movies I acted as a part of a Chines gang, I was kidnapped exactly the way I was being kidnapped now.
"Oh my God, a gun" I thought as I stood still.
"Walk slowly to that alley, and do not make a scene" His African accent hit my ears.
"Hey listen, I do not have anything on me, not even a dime" I said as I slowly walked towards the alley. The sun was still overhead, but that alley was miraculously empty.
He kept quite as I walked; but he kept pushing the gun harder against me. Reaching to the alley he pushed me forward, I tripped on my own foot and fell on the ground, missing by inches to hit my head against the ground. I stood up slowly to face him, his tattoos and scars rang a bell. The man from the bus was pointing a colt.45 at me. I am sure he was aiming at my head.
"Tell me all you know about Celine Michael" he spoke again, his voice echoed the empty alley, his black appearance brought hell during the day, and damn I was scared to death.
"My dark Brother, I swear to God I don't know anything you do not know" I said as I tried not to show my shaking hands. Apart from just featuring in a few movies and being shot, I have never really had a live round waiting to be pumped into my head.
"I just met her today, we talked about business, that is all I did Sir, today was the one and only meeting with the lady" I added, I tried to straighten my voice, I almost peed my pants. The man's expression brought hell into me, and by all means the beautiful Celine will understand if I even make up things about her just to save myself. I randomly created stories, in my head that I thought would fit the scene and all that came into my mind was all the information I read online about her. She was single, she was successful, and she was the daughter of the late Michael Skill, an entrepreneur and a pervert. He was married twice and divorced twice. It never made sense why she was single, I guess these days apples fall far from the trees.
"Hey, what is going on there?" A voice came from behind him. As much as it gave me relief, it startled me, as it echoed in the empty alley. Before I opened my mouth, the black man hit me on my neck and before I even realized what happened, I was paralyzed and unable to talk. He then quickly hid his gun in my coat pocket.
"Nothing much officier de police, je viens d'aider Monsieur Chef" the black man responded in French, before he started to walk closer to the police with me on his shoulder. The police officer tried to reach for his gun which was holstered on his hip, the black man reach him before he could withdraw his gun, he then took a pack of rolled dollar bills from his trouser pocket and stuffed them on the officers' left hand. The officer withdrew his hand from the gun and hid the bundle into his pockets.
"I mean I am just helping out my drunk boss" the black man whispered to the police officer. He then walked past the money numbed officer to the side of the road where a black Buick SUV was parked. He kept me on the back seat, unable to move, he hit me once more on my neck and the last thing I saw was his huge ugly grin as he closed the door.