C: Letter In The Alphabet

L.A.M.N: the characters

The room was covered in faeces yet not a single fly nor a single scent of the loathsome smell one usually expects from a small bachelor apartment covered in faeces. It was somewhat clean.
"Oh sir", she said as she gently laid her arms around him. Let's get you cleaned. She helped him make his way to the bathroom where she washed him, dried him then clothed him with another hoodie, clean pants and some sneakers. "There you go. You look so handsome. Now, let's go". She held his hand and walked him down the old- run down looking- flat and they made their way to the Black Bulletproof SUV that awaited them at the gate. "I don't like this, Anne" he said, in a corse broken voice. "I look like a walking grape". "I'm sorry sir, but the last time I saw you, you promised me that I'd choose what colour clothes you'd wear for once". "Damn you Anne. You know I was drunk, I'm not myself when I'm drunk" he said forcing the purple hoodie onto his head. "Hmmm... yet, as you say. When you're sober you don't like who you are. A fine contradictory, handsome man you are sir. And even more handsome today". He looked down, something he tends to do when he's speechless or blushes. "So...are you gonna tell me why your room was covered in poo...again? You promised to stop taking those pills". The large black vehicle slowed down then came to a timely cessation. They had arrived at the airport.
"Where are we going now Anne?". Anne gently put her hand on his, loving gazing at him with her dark purple eyes and every time she does that, it renders him speechless. She is so beautiful. Smooth, fair skin with light pink lips and long, luxurious black hair- always tied into a ponytail. She'd been miss World three years in a row before becoming Malcolm's personal assistant then later on became his son's fiancé and ironically his personal assistance- by profession.
"There's a meeting happening down in South Africa and your father is expecting you there, sir"
"Do you have to keep on calling me that. We're...we're getting married soon", he mumbles whilst looking down, too shy to look at her. There's a long pause in the car and then giggling, "aaw sir, don't tell me you're excited. Save that energy for the honeymoon". His face reddened, almost as if he was about to explode "I wasn't excited. I...I... screw you Anne! Chauffeur, open the door. Geez, you're always doing this to me. You know how I feel about getting teased"
She holds his face then gazes deep into his eyes again with a warm smile on her face. He melts. Her beauty always gets the best of him.

Back home on Zaiti Island- a privately owned Island. Their privately owned island- Malcolm was sitting on one of the rocks on the island cost. From their he could see the perpetually calm and crystal clear ocean he'd always envisioned sailing in his youthful days. As he sat there naked and free, contemplating to whether or not he should turn the beautiful, lavish Island into a private military base. He fought a smile trying it's best to appear on his face as he thought of what Naomie-his wife- would do if she came back to their island only to find it covered in tanks, heavily armed men and army trucks. That'd be the end of him. A cold unexpected breeze disrupted his train of thought as he sat there alone. He slowly stood up,now shivering, and made his way to one of his helicopters and piloted his way back to the mansion- which was located at the middle of the island. There he was awaited by his most trusted butlers- Zedd- holding his night gown. "For the love of God, it's 5pm Zedd. What do I need that old thing for" he said, as he walked past him. Making his way inside through the transparent footpath set in between the clear fountain generated pools. The entrance never ceased to appall. As you walked on the footpath the fountains would rise from within the pool, cloaking the glass path, leaving the impression of walking on water. The only thing that prevents one from missing a step and dipping into the pool are thousands of little red glowing stones along each side of the path. It was Naomie's idea- as she enjoys all things biblical and religious- and that's exactly what it was; biblical in every proportion. Of course Malcolm wanted to have the pool besieged by baby great whites for a more appalling effect but she merely gave him one of her classic soft repressed  stifling laughs and that was the end of that.

"But sir, you demanded that one of the tailors make it 3 days ago. He spent day and night on it" he said following him as he made his way into his house.
"Did I? I'm sorry Zedd,I must have been drunk when I barked that order. Dammit, you know how I am when I'm drunk- not to be listened to and or trusted... and where are all the maids and other butlers?"
"They are working sir, it's not easy keeping it all spick-and-span. This is one of your larger estate's sir.", he said, gently folding the night gown on his arm. "Hmmm, all of them...anyhow, that's good. Don't need any of them seeing me in this vulnerable state" he said with a childish glance and warm smile on his oddly chiselled yet chubby face.

Thank you God for everything you have done in my life. I am most grateful Lord. I know I am not deserving of any of it and even standing in your presence today is a profanity but I have come seeking your aid Lord. Help me father, strengthen me..strengthen my family in these tough times to come and grant us the wisdom, knowledge and understanding necessary to come out of this strong. In your might name I pray, amen.

From a distance you could hear her two body guards murmur a solemn amen and then, there was a long deep silence inside the large temple- completely made of quartz and marble. After nearly half an hour of pure silence she then stood up and slowly made her way out of the deserted halidom. Quite a odd place to build such a holy relic. A place of worship built on top of the third largest and most erratic mountain in Tibet, with absolutely no way to make it up on top without an excruciating long hike. Attempting to hike that mountain has now deemed suicidal. Fortunately being the wealthiest women on Earth comes with a few vantages. As she walked out of the temple and into the harsh fifteen degrees minus environment, one of her body guards offered her a coat but she gently swung her hand pushing the jacket away, "Hell is hot Rozzane, leave me be in this heavenly climate. This snow and wind is God's presence" she said, making her way to the helicopter her husband had had custome made- to her liking- for her thirty fifth birthday: two years ago. "Yes ma'am...".
They made their way into the large helicopter and began their journey back to the island. "I hope he hasn't wrecked the place, gosh...I married a 12 year old..." before she could finish that thought, she remembered what he told her in a library when they were still high school kids learning in South Africa,"Nomie-I am yours and always will be..."
"Gosh, he was so cute", she thought to herself as she giggled. "It's scary how far we have come"

Hachoo!
"Please sir, put on some clothes. Nomie would not be pleased hearing you got sick two days before the anniversary"
"No,no-I'm not sick. Somebody was just talking about me. Hmmm, I wonder if it's something cool. Oh well... on second thought, get me my pyjamas." he said, violently shivering.
"Sorry sir, you don't own pyjamas, you told your dresser that pyjamas are a sign of weakness and that if you ever see or even hear of them from him, you'll fire him" Zedd softly said as he made his way to him with the night gown still carefully folded around his arm. "What! I said no such thing. I love pyjamas. They epitomise the concept of a sleeping man, a beast deep in slumber, a general reminiscing in the dark comforts of his blissful nightmares. Ay, indeed. There's nothing greater than pyjamas Zedd. Especially on a night like this. Don't you agree?" he said wrapping his large muscle bound arm around Zedds scrawny neck.