She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 35

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She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 35

“Please help me,” Lucia cried, “they
abandoned me here.” She was looking
helpless.

The boy stood some miles from her, “What
happened?” His voice was frightened.
“Kidnappers,” she sobbed and sniffed, “they left me here. They handcuffed me and tied my legs. It’s like God made them change their minds after kidnapping me. Please I’m in pains, I’m dying, help me.”

The boy watched the beautiful lady for a while
and was forced to believe her. He dropped his
gun and decided to help her. He walked up to
Lucia, bent over her and began to untie the
cloth on her legs, “You got lucky they left you
alive.” He untied the jacket and dropped it on
the ground.

Lucia held his shoulders for support as she
stood slowly. She stretched forth her arms,
“May God Almighty bless you abundantly.”
The boy smiled and started cutting the cuffs
with the dagger, “This is very strong.” He
observed as he used all his strength and
weight on the cuffs.

“They nearly killed me, they’re heartless.”
Lucia returned and fought to endure the
spasm of pain she felt on her hand when the
boy mistakenly cut into her wrist.
“I’m sorry.” He said.

Lucia groaned, “It’s okay.” She forced a smile.

When the boy eventually slit the cuffs, Lucia’s wrists were injured but she didn’t bother about the bruises. She was thankful the
handcuffs had been taken care of, “May God
bless you.” She tried to sound grateful but her voice showed another expression altogether.

She smiled, “What’s your name?”
The boy returned the smile, “Mark.”
“You’re indeed my savior. I pray God gives me an opportunity to reciprocate this kind
gesture.”

The boy smiled, “Thank God you’re alive,” and he hurried away.

Lucia smirked, picked her jacket from the
ground and wore it over her shirt. She
wandered for nearly an hour before she got to
the street. She looked across the street and
saw a boutique, then; she hurried into it and
walked to the sales associate seated at a desk
in one corner. She spoke to her for some
minutes, pulled out some notes from her
pocket and gave her. The sales associate took
the money with smiles and led her into a
room. When Lucia finally came out from the
boutique after an hour, she was entirely
transformed and wore a new appearance.

She had changed from the unkempt clothes she wore when she entered the boutique to a black miniskirt, blue long sleeves shirt and her
former coloured hair was now blonde.

She carried a brown shoulder bag and her black pair of shoes was splendid. She looked
younger and marvelous in her disguise. She
was always smart and that was exactly what
most people didn’t seem to realize. She
looked at her wrist watch with smiles; it was
3:30PM. She considered a hotel she would
hide in for the meantime and chose Optimus
Hotel. It was located in the suburb of the state
and she believed that it was the last place the
police would probably be looking for her.

She flagged down a taxi and the driver pulled over,

“Optimus Hotel.” She told him, opened the
passenger’s door and hopped in. She closed
the door and the driver sent the car in motion.

After some minutes drive, the driver slackened brakes, turned to Renowned Avenue and increased his speed. Sitting in the vehicle and staring absentmindedly at her reflection over the rear-view mirror, Lucia was deep in thought, imagining whatever fate had in store for her.

After some moment, she remembered
her late boyfriend, Hillary Gunters, but quickly
got the memory off her mind. Her thoughts
went to Theodore Philips and then, to Sergio
Bruno. Have they found out she had failed in
the assignment? She knew Sergio would be
mad if he discovered she was still alive while
she hadn’t succeeded in killing Agent Dennis.
What moves was Sergio making with Philips at
the moment? Were they coming after her? Had
the police gone to arrest them or were they
still wasting time, thinking she had lied to
them? She started thinking of the implications
if Sergio and Philips got arrested. Would they
expose her? She considered the thought and
smiled. Neither Philips nor Sergio knew much
about her. They didn’t even know her
surname. The two things they knew about her
were her first name and then her relationship
with Hillary Gunters. Those were only her
shadow and they wouldn’t go far with them.
She smiled again and was suddenly brought
back to the reality when she looked ahead and
noticed a huge man carrying a young lady
from a black Jeep to the boot of a black
Toyota Camry. It was Rowland Reagan
carrying the unconscious Stella to the boot of
his black Toyota Camry. Lucia watched as the
huge man opened the boot of the Camry and
heaved the lady into it and then sped off.

Something told Lucia that her luck rested with
the huge man and she smiled and decided she
was going after him. She turned to the driver
and saw him dialing his phone. She knew he
was trying to call the cops, “Don’t try that.”
She said and pulled out a gun. The driver
became terrified and his body began to shake.

Lucia blinked, “Pull over.” She ordered,
pointing the gun at him. The driver obeyed
immediately as his nerves began to tighten.

Lucia got out, buried a bullet in his head and
pushed the corpse out of the car. She quickly
got behind the wheel and sent the car
speeding, praying she caught up with the huge
man. After some minutes, she spotted the
black Camry at the peak of Renowned Avenue
as it turned right and started moving into the
busy main road of Zion Avenue. The traffic of
Zion Avenue was always continuous and heavy
and Lucia was glad for the route the man had
chosen. She smiled and mumbled, “I finally
got lucky.” She could now clearly see the
Camry as it crept behind the long line of cars
stuck in the traffic jam. She knew it was risky
driving the taxi, so she quickly pulled over,
abandoned the car and hastened to the main
road of Zion Avenue. She flapped down
another taxi.

“Where to?” The driver asked as he leaned
back and pulled the rear door open.