CHAPTER 21

BLAIKE IVERSON'S POINT OF VIEW I opened my car window, to have some fresh air. I was driving to the nearest 7/11. I wanted to buy some ice cream and that hotdog with bread, that I know that I could only buy in 7/11. I parked outside it and closed my car window. Then I closed the car door. After I came inside the store I drove off. I just buy some food for myself. I find the nearest seashore. I just wanted to be alone. "Amelia?" I sadly called her name. I sat down in the sand and place my food on the blanket that I put on the ground. I lay on the ground with the blanket in it. Then think deeply. "Why can't I remember my dearest sister? I dont even know my mom's name also. Do I never get a chance to get close to her? What was she looked like? How did we get along in the past? Do I ever heard her call me brother?" I asked myself one by one. There were a lot of questions that keep popping into my mind right now. I wanted some answer, I could use my power to know who she is. But I know that our seniors would not allow that. I would only just wait until my mission is over. After that, I would find her. So I could go where she was buried. What did she was looked like? On how gently lady she was. I wanted to know everything about my sister. She was the only person that the family I had except, my father. Why did this happen to me in the first place? This life of mine is not perfect. I have riches, money, a mansion, etc. But I dont have a family to be with me. Maybe, I considered Rod as my family. But I also wanted my dad to live with me. I never wanted this life. I am great at fighting, I have money, and also skills. "Does Amelia looks like my father or mother?" I curiously asked myself one last time. I felt sadness deep inside of me, right now... I was getting more curious and curious about her. I sat down properly and started eating the food I just bought. I looked at the ocean, the waves were as calm as the sky. The cold wind touches my skin. I looked up above the sky. The birds were chipping some of them were freely flying in the sky. The sun was as bright as the stars as it shines in the morning. The sky is also as calm as the waves. Someday, I would meet you and find her. "Amelia," I sadly whispered to myself. "My sister," I added. AMELIA RIVERA'S POINT OF VIEW "Amelia," a voice called me. I was still frozen at where I was standing. I think I just saw a ghost. Is that Blaike? "Amelia," a voice once called me again. Then tapped my shoulder and said. "Are you okay?" I can feel Renzo's concern towards me. I looked into his eyes and responded. "Nothing!" Then I shook my head and smiled forcibly. "Then let us go, darling?" he happily said to me. Then I hold his elbow, we walked towards his car. He opened the car door for me, I came inside. And he closes the door and goes inside the car too. We drove off and started to find a good venue. We also gonna meet our coordinator today. The coordinator we are meeting is a little bit away from here. It would be a two-hour drive for both of us. Between the both of us, the silence broke us. I kept my mouth shut until we came to the meeting place. I just stared at the outside of the car, as we passes each house. "We are in here," Renzo happily said. As he was parking our car. "Wait!" he said. Then he immediately goes out of the car to open the car door for me. After that, I came out and he closes the door for me. He locks our car and we hold my waist. And goes directly inside the mall. I laid my eyes everywhere to see where our coordinator was sitting. But Renzo pulled me because he has already seen the coordinator for our wedding. We all sat down and ordered some food first. After we order some food. Renzo broke the silence and spoke up. "Did you already see a venue for us?" he quickly asked him. "No, sir! Since Miss Rivera hasn't still decided if she wanted a garden, beach, or church wedding," he politely answered. "Darling?" Renzo called me with his sweet velvet voice. Then looked at me "Yes?" "What venue you wanted?" he asked me. And looked at him. "I was still thinking between beach or garden wedding. Well, I also wanted a church wedding. I still haven't known what I wanted," I happily answered him back. "You think for a few more months then," Renzo said. "By the way, Sir. How many guests would you invite?" the coordinator asked. "At least 800 to 1000 people," Renzo replied. "Then what color would you like for your invitation card?" "I would like would blue and pink for the theme," I interrupted their conversation. "I think we would go in that color them. Blue and pink would be a great combination. Right, Darling?" Renzo agreed with my suggestion. "Yes!" I replied then smiled at him. "Okay, Maam and Sir. Noted!" the coordinator replied. "How about the food what kind of dishes do you want?" he added. "How about some Filipino dishes?" I suggested. "Let's also have some Korean dishes," Renzo added. "Noted!" "What was your name again?" I asked our wedding coordinator. "Erick," he politely answered. "So Erick, can you also search for some flower that was color blue and pink?" I asked him. "Of course, Maam!" Erick responded. "You love those two-color, Darling?" Renzo asked sweetly. "Yes!" I happily answered. Then I looked at him. I caught him staring at me. He looks away, as soon as our eyes meet. "So where are we again?" Renzo said as he fake his cough. I just smiled at him. I wanted to burst out laughing at his reaction. But I would not do it. Since there were a lot of people in this restaurant. It would be very embarrassing for me. "About the colors of the flowers," Erick answered. Then our conversation continued... BLAIKE IVERSON'S POINT OF VIEW One of the men places the tools for torturing. The types of equipment are stun belts, stun batons, spiked batons, needs cuffs, poisonous blade, knife, whip, electric shock handcuff, hammer, pistol, dagger, revolver, rifle, M1918 Trench Knife, U.S Marine KA-BAR knife, Faibarin-Sykes Fighting Knife, Poison Needle, and Triangular Bayonet. All the tools were shiny as bright as the sun. I carefully touch its' flowless silver surface, while I walked across the room, touching one by one while I was walking, picking one of a tool, I am gonna use for torturing the person in front of me. "Do you want torture? Pain? Agony? Suffering?" I asked him wickedly and smirked at him. While he was sitting on the chair, tied by the roped. I get some daggers and play with them. I can see from the metal, dagger I was holding, the fear that he was trying to overcome. As I looked into his eyes, our eyes meet, and he looked away immediately. His hair from his body is starting to go up, I can hear the loud pounding of his heart, his knees tendens to weaken, his whole body started to tremble, and his hands were shaken. His eyes were showing fear, and his lips were shaking like they wanted to say something, but there was a voice coming out of his mouth, and his forehead begins to sweat with fear and nervousness. "No-o," he stuttering said. "Then tell me everything that I needed to know!" I ordered. I threw the dagger across the wall. There is a wound left on his neck because I threw the dagger toward him. The dagger has now stayed on the wall. Blood was dripping from his neck, because of the wound caused by the dagger I use. "Would you want me to cut your neck? Remove your eyes? Remove your organs? Or cut your parts of  the body one by one?" I mocked him. "Pleas-e," he begged. I looked at him, with pity in my eyes. "Then tell me what I have to know," He shook his head. He was scared and nervous at the same time. If he still doesn't want to talk about it, even if he dont want to say anything. Then we would do it the hard way. In that case, I would need to use some harm on him. "Then we would do it in a hard way," I mocked him and smirked at him. I closed my eyes and walked to pick up some weapons. I touched its surface, and after a second I stopped then I looked at what equipment I chose. I picked a dagger not bad. I picked it up and slice the skin of Mr. Walson's men on his left arm, while he was tied to the chair. "Please! Stop," he begged me. "Would you tell me everything now!" I asked him. "I can! I can't because they would kill me. Mr. Walson would order someone to kill me. If I would tell you everything they would assassinate me. I dont want to die. Please! I begged you. Please!" he begged us. I put the dagger on the table, while it has some blood on it. Blood keeps dripping on the floor from his wounds. I walked in front of him and put a chair a meter away from him. Then sat down, ahead of him. "We would protect you, you, and your family. But tell us the information we needed from you," I seriously tell him. "Is that true?" he asked me immediately. "Yes!" I answered. "If my life depends on it. I would trust your words. Then I would tell you every information you needed, exchange for my safety, and also for my life,"