Haunting Revenge

Chapter One

1500HRS…..family dressed in black, and it’s cold out here…the cops outside…. it’s hard to flip a pack.
It was on a Tuesday when people gathered for Mr. Blackwell's funeral at a small town outside the city of
Benter. The rain was not that heavy, but the thunder roared strongly as if it was calling Mr. Blackwell to
rise from the dead. Beside the coffin stands a solid woman, Blackwell's wife Kate, who has been
muttering to herself for the last few minutes; she seems to have been bargaining with the Lord of death.
After Kate moves away from the coffin, the two of Blackwell's children take the slack and put some
flowers around the coffin as a sign of love to their beloved father. Jesse, the youngest child, remains on
his place staring at his mother as he feels the tears dropping over his cheek freeze by the coldness of his
lonely heart. "Son, I know how you feel right now, you two have been inseparable until now that death
has taken him away" Kate says. "Yeah...sure....but I can handle myself mum," Jesse adds," you can take
care of yourself now...don't worry about me" A moment of silence passes by before Kate hugs on her
son tightly and allows him to go join his brother and sister.
As Kate is looking at her children, a man approaches her from the back and taps her shoulder but Kate
doesn't notice it---she is still down in deep thoughts; the man taps her again but harder this time and
Kate turned abruptly, as if she was electrically shocked; the two stared at each other for a moment. In a
low tone Kate starts "Sorry, I was trying convoying him on his journey....I mean-" before she finishes
"Blackwell, I understand" the man adds "Am William, a detective from the police station in the west side
of Bester city." Kate tries pushing a smile on her face and say "Am delighted meeting you, Mr. William."
With a soft tone William explains how he admired Kate's husband's efforts and decided with all due
respect to go and offer his condolences. William was very tall with dark hair and skin, and small eyes
more like the Chinese ones, if you would judge him to the scale of first impression, he looks like a
terrorist who's anxiously waiting for the attack. The conversation between the two was ended after the
priest called them
KATE…..2007
It is 6a.m, Jesse is up already and prepared for school; before he leaves, he runs down the stairs to his
parent’s room and opens the door carefully not to make any noise that could wake his dad up---I am in
the kitchen preparing him something for the day. “Dad...” Jesse calls, but no response. He spends the
next few seconds thinking of what to do. Something pops up in his mind, he thought of pinching on his
nose to bring him close to his last breath and see how he bursts out awake. As he was going out to reach
him, Cassy, his elder sister, gets in pushing the door so hard that Jesse remains staring at her as he feels
the wind blast from the door hit him. She grabs Jesse’s hand and pulls him, “Come on…you got to go
now, the school bus is here” she says as they run outside of the house. I come out running towards them
making sure that Jesse takes his lunch box with him before he leaves. Jesse hates eating, he is not a fan
of food at all, you hardly find him at the table during supper or anytime when food is served. If he is not
pushed nothing gets in his belly.
After the school bus has left, I go back in, straight to my bedroom and find my husband sitting like a
vulture waiting for a dead body. I have been with him for ten years now, so I have learnt a lot of him. My
husband is a sheriff at this beautiful city of Benter—all lawbreakers know him. Everything he is involved
in it happens am his advisor; so anytime he has something on his table, am always involved. At this
moment, he must be thinking of something I know. I inch towards him and ask, “Will they find out any
salient clue to these homicides?”…… “There is no hope in this investigation Kate, no one is scrutinizing
the case at first hand.” Blackwell utters, “I have been thinking of starting dealing with this case myself,
what do you say?” He looks at me, hoping for a go-ahead. “You will be signing your own death warrant”
I say as I stretch myself on the bed to reach him. He pulls me closer and murmured, “But before I hasten
my demise, let’s have our time.” He adds “We will discuss this later,” and kisses me. “Shivering sea
witch,” he says, brushing his lips with mine. Gently he explores my face with his fingers as a blind man
might, as if he had never seen it before and might never again. “Yea, thou art fair,” he breathes. “I fear
I'm caught in some siren's spell, for your starry eyes are not of this world, sweet witch, and I shall ever
see them, dazzled, dreaming.” I draw his head down and his hard body reclaims mine with a fierce
yearning that arouses my own longing to a dizzy pitch, then slowly fulfills it with piercing, welling
intensity until my cry was swept away with the wind. We got no far before his phone rung and he was
called for an emergency. Blackwell leaves me on the bed as I still lick my lips remembering the taste of
his lips.