|Shall We Dance?
Author: Fay Fibonacci PM
The woman you loved...the woman that was your fiancé, she betrayed you...threw you in prison. You swore vengeance, and you came back to make her pay for what she did. She thinks you're dead...You think shes a complete traitor...both wrong...and then she just might make you love her all over again...Rated: Fiction T - English - Mystery/Tragedy - Chapters: 4 - Words: 3,391 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 10-07-12 - Published: 10-04-12 - id: 3063143
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"Oh shit," Josh ran his hand through his unkempt hair. His mind turned into a blur of options; Run? Climb up the fence? Duck in between them? Bash them all up?
They were nearing him now, and it seemed he was forced to go with the last option; Bash them up.
The first guy reached him, but swinging his arm behind him, Josh's fist easily found the guys jaw. He slumped against the fence, still conscious but dazed. The second and third reached him. He tried to land a hit on the second guards head, but the third one grabbed him from the side. He kicked him in his shin, and the man let go briefly. Seeing his chance, Josh aimed his punch at the second guard's cheek, and he staggered backwards in pain. Josh took his chance and clumsily he tried to run in between them. There was only one problem, he had forgotten about the fourth and fifth guards, and Josh felt pain spread through the left side of his brain, like lightning. He tripped backwards, his vision blurred, with faint black spots, and he was caught.
They each had him held by an arm, and were almost dragging him towards the gate, his shoes scraping on the floor. He wondered whether he should try kicking one, and somehow fight again, but he tossed out the idea. Frankly he wasn't bothered, besides what's the most they could do to him?
One of the guards spoke into the monitor, on the wall. "Typical," Josh muttered darkly. They shot him an odd look, and when the gate slid open (again, typical, was his remark) they half shoved and half pulled him along the concrete driveway.
"Oi," he snapped, as one of them yanked him by the shoulder, "It's not like you see me trying to run away or something, so cut out all this nonsense!"
He was glaring at them, when Josh sensed that something had changed. Had the driveway just gone lighter? Those garden lights were definitely not turned on before. He turned his attention to the door, which was now fully open, and that stupid man he'd seen before walked out, the jacket of his grey suit, flapping out behind him, in the soft breeze.
"What's going on?" He asked roughly as he approached them. He came to a stop, a few metres away from them, and Josh was able to see him clearly now. He was older than he had previously thought, at least in the forties. His neatly shaven beard had specks of white, as did his brown shaggy hair. He had soft creases near his eyes and mouth,but something in the way his lips curled when he talked, spoke of insincerity and cruelty.
The same guard who had spoken in the monitor answered him, "We found this man, lurking around. In fact, master Ivory, he was spying on you."
"I was not spying, I was observing!" Josh said, his tone tinged once more in sarcasm. "Don't you fools know the difference?" He rolled his eyes, and tried to jerk his right arm out of the guards iron grip, but it was no use; also he wasn't trying hard, he wanted to cause some entertainment. Honestly, calling him master! Who on earth did he think he was? Josh looked down at the floor, and laughed quietly, before looking straight at the man before him "By the way, is your name really Ivory? That's kind of strange…especially if it's you first name."
The man scoffed, his left eyebrow travelling further up his forehead, "Ivory's my last name you foolish boy. Blake is my first." He said it with pride in his voice.
"Ah!" Josh's lips curled into half a smile, "so it's Mr. Blake Ivory." Josh smirked, "It's nice to meet you." Blake failed to see the glint in Josh's eyes, or the malice in his voice. Josh shook his head softly, If only you know who the real fool is Ivory…if only you knew. So he had finally succeeded in finding out his name. He had asked, searched, but everyone gave him a different alias. He recalled vaguely that the name Ivory had been mentioned before, but now he could be certain that it was real. It would make his plan all the more easier...
The sound of high heels meeting concrete reached his ears, and he looked past Blake, and to the doorway. Kayla was coming down the steps, slowly and carefully. Josh heard the guards let out a breath, when they saw her. Clearly he wasn't the only one who was captivated by her beauty. Clearly, he added dryly, or this ivory git would never have married her.
She came to a stop a little behind Blake, and her eyes fell on Josh, who stared defiantly back. He saw an expression of shock draw on her face, and confusion cross her eyes. Confusion and...horror?
It can't be she thought, it can't, they…they told me he died.