She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 34

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She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 34

The driver applied brakes before the gate of
Optimus Hotel and gave a sharp toot of the
horn. A uniformed guard hurried and opened
the gate. The driver engaged the gear and
edged the car forward. He turned right and
drove to the garage. He parked and Lucia got
out. She leaned on the window, “Stick around,

I won’t stay long.” She opened her handbag, dipped into it and pulled out a bundle of cash.

She counted four notes and gave him,
“Here,” The driver collected the money from her and smiled. She had paid more than
agreed and the driver was happy and told
himself he would wait until whatever time she
was done. Lucia returned the bundle into her
bag and started towards the main door. As
she approached the door, she looked around
the exterior of the building. It wasn’t her taste but she decided to manage until she found another alternative. A guard opened the door and she got in. She approached a receptionist seated behind a desk and was checked into a room.


Her room was in the tenth floor. In the
next minute, she was already in the elevator
and in another three minutes, she was in front
of her room. She took out the key from her
bag and unlocked the door. She entered the
room and liked it. The room was huge with
high-beamed ceiling. It was expensively
furnished and decorated with attractive
wallpapers. She moved to the bureau, leaned
on it and kept wandering her eyes excitedly
about the room. She wondered why the
outside was a mess while the inside was
exceptionally cute. After a while, she strode to
the bed and sat. She opened her bag and took
out a pack of cigarette with a blue lighter,
then, she zipped up the bag. She tapped out a
stick, held it between her lips and lit it. She
dragged twice on it, released smoke and
removed four dailies from her bag.


She started smiling as she stared at the major headlines on each of them in turn: The late president’s daughter murdered in broad daylight.

Tragedies befall the late president’s wife.
Stella Bruno joins her dad. Genna torn apart.
After some minutes, she folded up the papers,
shifted them under the pillow and pulled on
her cigarette. She had not felt such excited in
her life. Very soon, she would be absolved of
all her crime and she would live freely like
every other innocent Gennanian citizen. She
smirked as she thought of the secret she now
controlled; a secret that would buy her
freedom, a secret that even the smartest of the security forces would never come to know
unless she was brought in the loop, and she
felt absolutely terrific. She suddenly fixed her
mind with smiles on how she ran into such
sensitive secret.

After Lucia had escaped from the police
vehicle, she had run into the bush with the
handcuffs still on her wrists. As she wandered
in the bush, she intermittently pressed her
palms on her waist to make sure the gun she
had taken from the cop was still intact. Her
thoughts went to how she had professionally
killed the three cops who were transporting
her to the police headquarters and she found
her lips smiling callously. She thought of the
pair of handcuffs and prayed she found
someone who would take it off her wrists.
Where was she even going? She asked herself.
She thought for some minutes and realized
she had no destination. She considered
heading to the airport but quickly ruled that
out as not being an option. Though she had
enough cash on her, she knew that all the
airports would already be filled up with angry
cops looking out for her. She made up her
mind that she would rather die in the bush
than walk into any goddamn trap. She was
still wandering, lost in her thoughts, when she
caught sight of a young boy hunting in the
distance. He was holding a sharp dagger and
was aiming at something Lucia couldn’t tell
with the rifle that hung over his shoulder. He
was tall, handsome, about fifteen years of age
and was Unclad except for his brown, dirty
shorts. Lucia thought of using the gun but felt
the boy was harmless. She changed her mind
and thought quickly for what to do. An idea
immediately struck her and she quickly
struggled out of her jacket and managed to tie
her ankles together with the jacket. She threw
herself to the ground and started waving her
arms around frantically, “Please help me, help me please!” She shouted repeatedly. After about seven shouts, the boy heard the shout and ran towards her direction. He saw the young lady lying in the bush in handcuffs and he held his gun in place.