The Causatum of Revenge: Thatcher Series

[0.5] 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹'𝘀 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝗿

[0.5]

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗱 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩

In the dead of night, he sped through the deserted streets on his motorcycle, a sense of urgency driving him forward. Masked to conceal his identity, Accel shifted gears as he weaved through the shadows. His mission: to deliver crucial files to the elusive Thatchers Corporation.

The cool night air carried a foreboding silence, broken only by the roar of his engine. Suddenly, an earth-shattering explosion ripped through the darkness ahead, forcing Accel to halt abruptly. Instinct kicked in, and he leaped off his motorcycle just in time, the impact sending a searing pain through his knees. Ignoring the pain, he scrambled for cover as another explosion rocked the night.

As panic threatened to engulf him, Accel's fingers fumbled for his phone, desperate to summon aid. Minutes later, a familiar figure emerged - Steven, his trusted co-lawyer and Elara's steadfast bodyguard. Yet, something in Steven's demeanor hinted at an unseen danger lurking nearby.

A shadowy figure emerged, a sinister presence bearing the ominous LWA insignia - a symbol of their sworn enemy. With Steven's quick thinking, they evaded the imminent threat, seeking refuge in the cover of the night.

"I saw someone." Steven's voice trembled with urgency, relaying the gravity of the situation. A single adversary stood between them and safety, a formidable foe cloaked in darkness and malice.

"What do you mean?" Accel whispered.

"Tol, tandaan mo. Kahit ano mangyari, wag na wag mong tatanggalin ang maskara mo." confused about what Steven said, Accel just nod in response.

With a decisive press of his watch, Steven called for backup, a silent plea for reinforcements in the face of impending danger. Alone but undeterred, Accel steeled himself for the inevitable confrontation, his heart racing with the thrill of the chase.

The air crackled with tension as bombs rained down around them, each explosion a thunderous reminder of the danger that shadowed their every move. With only their hand guns as meager defense against the onslaught, Accel and Steven stood and faced the unknown foe from LWA.

As the menacing figure wielding destruction closed in, Accel and Steven knew that their gunfire was futile against the looming threat of bombs.

"Taragis! Vince, Lothaire I need backup."

Accel is now sending a backup signal to his friends. With a sense of urgency born of impending tragedy, Accel raced against time, the weight of Steven's sacrifice heavy upon his heart. Steven shielded him. The deafening roar of another bomb pierced the air, its deadly trajectory aimed squarely at Accel and Steven.

Steven pushed Accel aside, an act of selflessness. The impact of the explosion reverberated through the alley, a haunting echo of sacrifice and loss. Accel stood frozen in disbelief, his gaze locked on the fading silhouette of the man who held the power of life and death in his hands.

The dust settled and the echoes of destruction faded into silence, the unknown man haunted by the weight of his actions, chose to halt his pursuit and vanish into the shadows.

Through the smoke and shadows, Accel vowed to honor Steven's memory, to carry forward the torch of resilience and defiance that had burned brightly in the face of darkness. And as he turned towards an uncertain horizon, the echo of Steven's sacrifice whispered on the wind, a poignant reminder of the enduring power of sacrifice in the shadows of adversity.

𝗟𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩

I was a solitary figure, cloaked in mystery and intrigue, known to few and understood by even fewer. My icy exterior belied the raging storm that brewed beneath the surface, a storm that only the bravest dared to confront.

I led a reclusive life, distancing myself from the the outside world. I sought solace in the solitude of my own company, finding peace in the silence that enveloped me like a protective shield. 

The eerie calm of the LWA's camp enveloped me like a shroud as I strode confidently towards Zayden's office, my existence defined by the silence of my footsteps and the weight of my unspoken truths.

With a figure of authority and respect, he acknowledged my presence with a nod, our unspoken understanding humming between us like an unsheathed blade.

"Mission complete." my words were clipped.

Capo's eyes, shrewd and calculating, softened imperceptibly at the sight of me.

"Good. You may be the embodiment of aggression, but your strength is unmatched." his words lingered in the air, forming an invisible bond between me and the Caporegime of LWA.

"Always." my response was a mere whisper.

"Hindi ka ba magpapakita kay Astley?"

Astley, a name etched in the deepest recesses of my soul, shifted the atmosphere in the room.

Zayden's keen gaze bore into me, piercing through my defenses to touch the raw nerve that lay dormant within me.

"Maybe next time." my voice held a tremor, a flicker of longing that betrayed my steely resolve. The mere mention of her name evoked a whirlwind of emotions that threatened to engulf me in a tidal wave of regret and desire.

I was about to leave, but Capo's words echoed in the emptiness of the room, lingering like a unspoken promise.

"Come again this Saturday. Report on duty." I just nod and salute him in response.

My footsteps echoed in the wilderness of my solitude as I retreated into the shadows of my past, haunted by the specter of a love forsaken. The weight of my choices bore down on me, a burden I carried with stoic resignation, knowing that my path was inexorably intertwined with the woman I had left behind for more than 12 years.

It was not fear that held me back, but the overwhelming tide of emotions that threatened to consume me whole. Astley, the woman I loved with a fierceness that surpassed all boundaries, remained a beacon in the darkness of my existence, a guiding light that beckoned me home.

And in the quiet solitude of my island home, far from the tumult of war and duty, awaits the arrival of a new dawn, where forgiveness and redemption awaited me in the arms of the one I had sworn to protect.