CHAPTER ONE

 

           RAIN OF THE WICKED

I, Benissé “Beni” Messenger, at twenty-two years old, had never wished to be adopted into the noble family that now bore my name. I often thought back to my childhood, a whirlwind of uncertainty and longing. My raven-colored curls were cut short, framing a face that held a mixture of determination and vulnerability. The deep chestnut of my eyes reflected a wealth of untold stories, and my cocoa skin glistened with the remnants of the battle I was currently facing. 

I wore a luxurious khaki hooded shadow fur coat, emblazoned with “Shadow Coat” in bold letters on a star-shaped badge. The coat hung loosely on my shoulders, a stark contrast to the fitted noir pants and boots that completed my ensemble. In the shadowy corners of my mind, I could hear the whispers of the life I had left behind, echoing like ghosts in the dimly lit warehouse where I found myself. 

The atmosphere around me was thick with tension. I discovered myself tied to a chair, bound tightly by electric wires that dug into my skin, each pulse a reminder of my precarious situation. Beneath me lay a watery puddle that mirrored my state of mind—unstable and murky. Blood, my own, matted my clothes and dripped from various wounds, a vivid crimson against the dull surroundings. I felt weak, each breath a labor, but beneath that weakness lay a flicker of resolve. 

As I scanned the warehouse, a sense of unease washed over me. The walls were dark and damp, dripping with moisture that seemed to seep into my bones. Shadows danced around me, teasing my imagination with thoughts of unseen threats lurking just out of sight. I was acutely aware of the cold air clinging to my skin, a chilling contrast to the warmth of my blood. 

"Where am I?" I thought, the question echoing in my mind like a haunting refrain. 

This wasn’t the world I knew. It felt foreign and sinister, an oppressive weight pressing down on me. I sensed the tension in the air, thick like smoke, filled with the scent of rust and despair. 

Despite the creeping dread that crawled up my spine, fear didn’t grip me. Instead, I was left to wonder about the forces that had drawn me into this nightmare. Who had brought me here? What were they planning? The questions swirled like autumn leaves caught in a gust of wind, each one more troubling than the last. 

I shifted slightly, testing the strength of my bindings. The wires tightened painfully, biting into my wrists and ankles. Pain shot through me, but I welcomed it as a reminder that I was still alive. 

"I won’t let them take me," I whispered hoarsely, the sound almost lost in the stillness around me. 

My eyes darted around, desperately seeking an escape route. I noted the jagged edges of a broken crate nearby, the splinters glinting like teeth in the dim light. There had to be a way out. A flicker of movement caught my eye, and I turned my head sharply, straining against the ropes that bound me. 

The silence of the warehouse was deafening, broken only by the faint sound of water dripping somewhere in the shadows. Each drop was a reminder of the urgency of my situation. “I have to stay focused,” I told myself, fighting against the wave of fatigue that threatened to pull me under. 

As I sat there, the pain throbbing through my body, memories began to surface—fragments of laughter, the warmth of family, the feeling of belonging. But these thoughts were quickly overshadowed by the reality of my present. 

“You’ll never break me,” I vowed inwardly, my resolve hardened like steel. 

I closed my eyes for a moment, drawing in a shaky breath. I pictured the faces of those I loved, the ones who had believed in me. The hope they had instilled in me ignited a fire within. 

“I will find a way out,” I thought fiercely. 

With newfound determination, I began to work against my restraints, my heart pounding in rhythm with the drumming of rain against the warehouse roof. In that moment, the pain and fear faded into the background, leaving only the burning need for survival. I would not succumb to despair. I was Benissé Messenger, and I would fight to reclaim my destiny. 

“Mr. Messenger, the Shadow Coats’ highly skillful huntsman detective,” Rain said, his voice echoing in the dimly lit room. 

The shadows around us seemed to thicken, swirling like a dark fog. As he spoke, he pulled a photo from his pocket, holding it aloft like a trophy. 

“I have men posted outside there in Curriculum Rim, England.” 

My gaze snapped to the photo, and my heart raced. It was a picture of Bethsheba and her daughter, Sheba. Bethsheba’s smile was radiant, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, while Sheba, clad in shorts, was caught mid-laugh, a joyful glint in her eyes. The sight of them struck a chord deep within me. They had been my sanctuary, the ones who brought me comfort in turbulent times. 

“Tell me again?” I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper. 

“Hah, joke,” Rain chuckled darkly, a cruel twist to his lips. 

He stepped closer, his presence looming like a storm cloud overhead. I felt the weight of the world pressing against me, a sense of dread swelling in my chest. Rain’s eyes were cold, devoid of empathy, and that emptiness unsettled me further. 

As he approached, he unsheathed a sharp knife, the blade glinting menacingly under the flickering fluorescent light. My breath caught in my throat, a visceral reaction to the impending pain. Rain’s expression morphed into something malicious. He raised the knife, his movements precise and deliberate, before plunging it into my leg with savage force. 

I screamed, the sound echoing off the walls like a wounded animal. The pain coursed through me, a fiery brand that ignited every nerve. I felt the sharp edge bite into flesh, the warmth of my blood pooling around the knife. 

"You won't break me!" I gasped, struggling against the chair that bound me. 

Every muscle in my body screamed in protest as I fought against the searing agony. 

The intensity of the moment enveloped me, pushing me to the brink of consciousness. My mind raced with thoughts of escape and of the people I cared about. I couldn’t let them down. 

“I won’t let this end here,” I thought fiercely, forcing myself to focus despite the haze of pain. 

“Do you see how serious this is?” Rain taunted, leaning closer, relishing the torment he inflicted. “You thought you could play the hero, but you’re just a pawn in a much bigger game.” 

His voice dripped with mockery, and my stomach twisted with anger. 

I fought through the haze of pain, focusing on the photo that still lay on the ground, the image of Bethsheba and Sheba now marred by the darkness surrounding me. “Sheba believed in me,” I thought, recalling her soft laughter and the way she made me feel less alone. The memory surged through me like a lifeline, sparking a defiance that pushed back against the overwhelming despair. 

“Do you think they care about you? You’re nothing to them,” Rain continued, his words like daggers aimed at my heart. “Once they realize who you are, they’ll turn away.” 

I shook my head, refusing to accept the notion. 

“They see me for who I am,” I replied, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not what you want them to believe.” Despite the throbbing pain in my leg, I managed to hold Rain's gaze, unyielding. 

Rain’s expression faltered, just for a moment, before he lunged forward again, his knife poised to strike once more. 

“Let’s see how much resolve you have,” he snarled, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. 

I inhaled sharply as Rain twisted the knife deeper, pain exploding in waves. 

“I will fight,” I vowed silently, even as the world around me blurred. 

I thought of Bethsheba's comforting presence, the warmth of friendship I cherished. 

“I will fight for them. I won’t give up.” 

Each breath felt like a battle, but within me grew a flicker of hope. The love I felt for Bethsheba and Sheba ignited a fire in my spirit. 

“I am not just a pawn,” I declared, my voice rising above the pain. “I am Benissé Messenger, and I will not be defeated!” 

Rain stepped back, momentarily taken aback by my fierce resolve. 

“We’ll see about that,” he sneered, his amusement fading into a dark cloud of rage. 

As he tightened his grip on the knife, I knew the true test of my strength was just beginning. 

“I am not joking, Beni!” Rain roared, his voice reverberating in the damp air of the warehouse. 

The intensity in his tone cut through the haze of pain clouding my mind. I was dizzy, my head spinning from the blood loss and the sharp agony coursing through my body. Yet, despite the fearsome look in his eyes, I felt an unexpected calm wash over me. I stared back at him, unwavering, refusing to show the dread building in my chest. 

He was a tempest of fury, but I had faced worse storms. 

“Tell me once again?” I added, my voice steady despite the heaviness that gripped my limbs. 

The question hung in the air, taunting him, challenging him. 

“For you to get this close, you must have friends, informants, and collaborators inside my organizations. I want their names.” Rain chuckled darkly, a sound that sent chills down my spine. 

His laughter held no joy, only malice. I could see the glint in his eyes, a mixture of amusement and menace. 

I was bound to the chair, but my mind raced with thoughts. The ropes biting into my wrists and ankles felt like chains, but I refused to let them bind my spirit. I focused on him, trying to gauge his next move. 

With a swift motion, he handed me a piece of paper and a dark ink pen, the contrast of the white paper against the black ink stark in the gloom. 

“Here,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain. “Let’s see if you can provide me with something useful.” 

I took the pen and paper, my fingers trembling slightly as I held them. The pen felt foreign in my hand, heavy with expectation. I could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on me, like a thick fog shrouding my thoughts. I glanced down at the blank page, an empty canvas for the demands he had thrust upon me. 

The flickering overhead light cast eerie shadows across the room, dancing menacingly along the walls. I could see the corners of the warehouse filled with darkness, secrets lurking just beyond the reach of light. The air was stale and damp, smelling of rust and mold, a testament to the neglect of the place. I was surrounded by memories of abandonment, a fitting backdrop for the desperation of my situation. 

“Come on, Beni. I don’t have all night,” Rain urged, his impatience palpable. 

I looked back at him, and at that moment, I saw a flicker of uncertainty behind his bravado. It was a crack in his facade, a glimpse of the man beneath the fury. I seized it. 

“You think I’m just going to give up my friends? Just like that?” I challenged, my voice rising slightly. 

I felt a rush of adrenaline, a surge of courage igniting within me. I couldn’t let him have the upper hand. Not now. Not ever. 

Rain’s laughter echoed again, but this time it felt hollow. 

“You’re underestimating how far I’m willing to go to get what I want.” 

The words were laced with menace, each syllable heavy with threat. 

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. My heart raced, the sound thundering in my ears. I needed to think clearly, to find a way out of this mess. The paper in front of me was a lifeline, a chance to gather my thoughts and make a plan. 

As I focused on the paper, I could feel Rain’s gaze boring into me, scrutinizing every move. The ink pen felt like a weapon in my hand. I was crafting my escape, one careful word at a time. 

“You think this is going to intimidate me?” I asked, my voice firmer now. “You think I’ll betray those I care about just because you ask nicely?” 

I could see the tension in Rain’s jaw tighten, his frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. 

“Very well,” he replied, his tone shifting. “If you won’t give me names, then I’ll find a way to make you.” 

His threat hung in the air like a storm cloud, heavy and oppressive. 

I swallowed hard, the taste of fear bitter on my tongue. The warehouse felt smaller, the shadows closing in around me. I needed a distraction, something to shift the momentum in my favor. 

With a swift movement, I scribbled a few words on the paper, not the names he sought but a plan of my own. 

“You’re going to regret this,” I muttered under my breath, hoping he wouldn’t catch the glimmer of defiance in my eyes. 

Rain stepped closer, leaning over me to get a better look. 

“What are you writing?” he demanded, his voice low and threatening. 

“Just a little something to keep me entertained,” I replied, a smirk creeping onto my face. 

The tension in the air crackled, and for a moment, I could see the uncertainty flicker in Rain’s eyes. I was still here, still fighting, and I wasn’t going down without a fight. 

I started writing their names with a smile after they set the paper down on the stool before me. 

“Everyone?” I asked, my voice laced with feigned innocence. 

Each name flowed from my mind, even as pain radiated from my legs, reminding me of my predicament. The ache was fierce, but adrenaline surged through my veins, dulling the sting for now. 

I paused, looking up at Rain, whose expression morphed from annoyance to confusion. At that moment, I seized the opportunity. With a surge of determination, I pushed myself to stand, the chair tipping backward as I broke free from the restraints. My heart raced as I lunged forward, the pen gripped tightly in my hand. In one swift motion, I plunged it into Rain’s throat, my face inches from his as I watched the realization dawn in his eyes. 

He squealed in pain, a sound of shock mingled with desperation. I could feel the rush of victory coursing through me, but I wasn’t done yet. With his face contorted in agony, he instinctively reached for his weapon. I had to act fast. I grabbed his hand, forcing it down to prevent him from shooting. We struggled, and with a powerful twist, I knocked him to the ground. 

As he lay flat, gasping for breath, I turned my attention to the incoming men. The warehouse door burst open, and they flooded in like a wave, ready to avenge their leader. With my heart pounding, I opened fire with Rain’s weapon against them, the shots ringing out like thunder in the enclosed space. 

“Fool! Do you think you can kill me with man-made weapons?” one of Rain’s men taunted, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. 

I tightened my grip on the revolver, a silver glint catching my eye as I aimed it at him. The weapon fell right in my hands, heavy with promise. 

“Sure, I can see that you can die, but let’s see if I can terminate you with my revolver,” I shot back, a smirk breaking through the tension. 

The man’s bravado wavered, just for a moment, and that was all I needed. 

With a deep breath, I pulled the trigger. The bullet flew straight, a silver streak cutting through the air. He wailed in pain, the sound echoing through the warehouse as he collapsed to the floor. I watched as the life drained from his eyes, his body crumpling into itself, turning to ashes before my gaze. 

The chaos around me heightened, shouts and gunfire mingling into a cacophony of desperation. Rain’s men were scrambling, confusion setting in as they realized their leader was incapacitated. They had come for revenge, but I was no longer the prey. I was the hunter. 

With each shot fired, my confidence grew. I maneuvered through the fray, taking cover behind a rusted barrel, the cool metal grounding me in chaos. My senses were heightened, every sound amplified as I listened for the scuffle of feet and the sharp intake of breath from my adversaries. 

“Is that all you’ve got?” I called out, taunting them as I reloaded. 

The revolver felt like an extension of my will, its weight reassuring in my grasp. 

Another man charged at me, weapon raised, his face twisted in rage. I aimed and fired again, watching him falter as the bullet found its mark. He stumbled backward, disbelief painted across his features, before crumpling to the ground like the others. 

I was on fire now, fueled by the thrill of survival. Each name I had written earlier felt like a promise, a reminder of those I would protect at any cost. They would not fall into the hands of men like Rain, and I would not let fear dictate my fate. 

“Beni! Stop this madness!” Rain’s voice cut through the chaos, weak yet commanding. 

He was struggling to get to his feet, the blood soaking his shirt as he glared at me. 

“Madness? This is survival, Rain,” I shot back, steadying my aim at him. “And it’s your turn to face the consequences of your actions.” 

I could feel the pulse of the world around me, every heartbeat echoing in sync with my own. I was alive. I was fierce. And I was not going to let this moment slip away. The warehouse, once a cage, had transformed into a battleground where I reclaimed my strength, my will, and my destiny. 

With the others transformed into razor-sharp beasts, I felt an unexpected thrill rush through me. They had been mere men just moments ago, and now they were something else entirely—creatures driven by primal hunger, their eyes wild and frenzied. I could hardly believe the metamorphosis I was witnessing. 

I stood my ground, my heart pounding as I prepared for the onslaught. One by one, I took them down without hesitation. They charged at me, teeth bared, their growls reverberating through the warehouse. But I was ready. Each shot rang out, a deafening echo that mingled with their cries of agony. 

As they fell, I felt no remorse. The sound of their shrieks was music to my ears, a testament to my power in this twisted moment. The air thickened with the scent of smoke and blood, and their forms disintegrated into ashes, leaving nothing but silence in their wake. 

“You seem foolish. Howdy down there!” I called to Rain, who lay on the floor, struggling to maintain his composure. “How are you kicking? Awesome, excellent, or marvelous?” I laughed, a dark satisfaction bubbling within me. 

“Look at you,” I continued, leaning closer. “With a pen in your throat. It’s quite the view, don’t you think?” His eyes widened, a mixture of fear and fury etched across his face. 

“Tell you the truth, Rain,” I said, lowering my voice to a menacing whisper, “never threaten my family ever again.” 

The words dripped with venom, each syllable punctuating the promise of my retribution. 

 

CHAPTER TWO

"death"

 

            DEATH - PART II

All squealed in agony as they turned to ashes and only Rain was the only been remained on the floor. Others who remained turning into beings with razor-sharp, I was kind of surprise of what do you call them to be now because a moment ago they were normal humans, but now they are ravenous beasts. I killed them all one by one without holding back. All squealed in agony as theytuturnedhes. “You seem foolish. Howdy, down there. How are you kicking? Awesome, excellent, or marvelous?” I laughed. “Well with a pen in your throat. It's such an awesome view don't you think? The rain never threatens my family ever again,” I laughed. The rain was stuttering and muttering something I didn't understand what words he was saying. “How dare you threaten my best friend's peaceful family!” I growled. “Never try that again am I understood?“ Afterward terminated without mercy, as he cried in agony, and turn to ashes as a zapping light flickering in his mouth and eyes.

   I left his ashes behind till I realized Sheba and her daughter is in great danger. “Oh no, Sheba - Patience!” I shouted.  I grab the cell phone out of my pocket quickly and call Patience. “Mvuela, it's about time you-?” She posed. “Say what? “-waah!” Patience screamed. Usher on phosphorus would carry her through the dark closet, has Sheba was flung flying and pinned on the unknown force. Continually Sheba was a faithful believer of Yahweh but before she would be a Christian. She was lost in sin like a wandering soul, in drugs, and alcohol at the point she discovered to in the streets and pregnant. Unless on a cold night I heard a knocked on my door wannanausted woman coming in. I gladly welcomed her, gives her food, food, and shelter. At first when I talk to her about Christ but refused. Unless one day I was read my Bible while sitting on my sofa when she asked what I reading. I told her God's words where she became interesting. I began to preach to her about the goodness and excellency of God. Sheba’s life was beginning to transform through the goodness of God.

    Till that Sunday night when I took her to church, she accepted Christ as her personal Lord and Savior. The same day she was baptized by the name of the Father, the Son, and Spirit. “Mvuela, maniac man just to my mama. He only kills my parent!” Patience wailed. Tpatenting hangs in theturnssnd turn off that phone quickly. I am on my way.” I said. 

 

CHAPTER THREE

 

"death - part ii"

   

   "FEAR"

CHAPTER FOUR

"fear"

   

 

       "RESTORED"

CHAPTER FIVE

"restored"

 

          "CHAOS"

CHAPTER SIX

"chaos"

 

              "LORD OF THE FLIES"

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