Mr. Alford Kojo Ashish walked up and about in his office. His office, designed by the best, state-of-art interior designers was painted in a shining silver with his magnificent long table which was made fully out of glass and plastic. A picture of him in his home country; Ghana, stood greatly on the wall in his office with the word;
ALFRED KOJO ASHISH: OWNER AND HEADMASTER OF THE RUSSIAN JUVENILE FOR TWISTED KIDS below the frame. He avoided the glare of his bodyguard as he walked about the room. Grateful Gulver was an ex-soldier and had devoted his life to Alford as Alford had taken care of his family and his farm. He did everything Alford said;
"Clean the floor". Sure.
"Assemble my files in alphabetical order". No problem.
"Lick my shoe". Ok boss.
Grateful was indeed a grateful human being.
Now he stood at the corner of the office, observing quietly in the ready for even a mouse's squeak.
Alford had been brought his morning coffee by his student body personal assistant; Truth Neverlie. The coffee was now on his table, untouched and losing steam by the second.
Alford was too busy worrying about the three boys who were now in his juvenile-intended school. The three boys who had his surname. The three boys Nathan Ashish and Ella Ashish brought.
Could they be...….
The door was opened with a force that blew air onto Alford's face. His personal assistant stood panting hysterically at the door. Grateful coiled his shotgun and recoiled it slowly, back in position.
"What's wrong Miss Neverlie" he said in his usual cold voice.
"Brick.... he's alive...…he's gone…I…...I don't."
Truth collapsed on the floor and Alford stared blankly at her, calling Grateful to take her to her dorm.
"Blasted teens" he muttered.
He went back in thought and his memory turned to his brothers.
Henry Kwame Ashish owned a large animal farm back in Ghana. He had enjoyed living a simple life and rejected any effort of Alford to better his living. Nathan Kofi Ashish was a lawyer, who didn't get many clients as he was extremely just and honest and cut out any calls from criminals, if he had found out they had actually committed the crimes.
"Too innocent, too honest and too stupid" he had told his younger brother once.
Now that he couldn't take care of the boys, he had just dumped them here.
Dumped them on his to waste his hard-earned money on. A rage flushed through his body at his brother. His eyes turned red and shot up, and Alford fell to the ground and was held up by Grateful.
Alex's dream went like this. A man, in a pure black coat and a cap that hid his face, walked along the road with a similar dressed man, also concealing his face. Alex recognized the place. It was the airport in South Africa. He walked around and was stopped by a policeman.
"Name?"
"Julio Genestres"
"Your friend?"
A name was mentioned.
"Passport"
Passports were shown.
"Well, it's all clear, stay out of trouble."
The policeman walked away the tune of 'Hallelujah!'.
The two got into a cab and stopped on Rise Estates.
Alex gasped in his dream as the two crept slowly in to his house. His parents sat by the dining table, munching on some cereal. His parents were obsessed with corn flakes.
"Hey there. Do I know you?" Alex's dad asked.
The man removed his cap but his face blurred, only his mouth appeared in Alex's vision.
A gasp sound was heard from the table.
"Kill them!" the man screamed with glee.
"Slowly by you or quickly by me" his companion grunted.
"Slowly" the man smirked and hopped back, as his companion threw a green and blue ball into the room. The ball exploded and Alex's parents were left unconscious with his mother screaming 'No! Stop! Nathan I'm scared. I'm….' before she drifted to unconsciousness. The man drew a knife out of his pocket slowly.
"Let's make this short and painful" He walked up to them admiring his knife.
Suddenly the killer's companion turned to Alex, panicked. "Wake up Alex. Wake up".
Alex's face was now wet.