Chapter 8

"It's him!" Her voice yells shakily, "It's the guy who kidnapped Mia!" She confirms. Jacob squints his eyes as he tries to take a closer look. It is him!

"........and I hope my research on utilizing cancer cells to attain tissue immortality pays off soon......" The young doctor says as the sound of applause blares from the TV.

"Wait a minute, that's my research!" Jacob realizes and clenches his fists in anger as he glares at the TV.

So not only were his job, research, and wife stolen, they were stolen by someone who tried to kill him!

There certainly was no way he was gonna stand for this. Not a chance. Panting heavily as he tries to hold back his anger, all he can think of is getting revenge for this.

"He's so gonna pay for this" he mutters as the news headline changes. The nostalgic feeling of Mia moving around the makeshift hospital and smiling at the patients soon forms a gloomy cloud over everyone's mind.

"...........Next up on the news, Stock prices are reaching an all-time low as the national economic state worsens. Stock prices have been plummeting way too much due to the econo......."

*** At night, a red sedan car parks in front of Dr Richard's house ***

"Thanks for tonight. It was great" Emily says as she unbuckles her seatbelt. The sound of cicadas can be heard faintly in the background as she speaks. Antonio, with one hand on the steering wheel, looks her in the eye. Inside the car is dark except for a little light from the streetlight in front of them. "What is it?" She asks as she looks at him.

"You're so gorgeous" he says to her. A cute dimple smile etches its way on her face.

"Stop it, Antonio," she says with a blush, "You're gonna make me..... Mmmmm" he interjects her with a kiss. As their lips part, and their eyes open, they stare again at each other's eyes initiating yet another kiss, this time more sensual as he gropes and fondles different parts of her body. The kiss spirals into a passionate make-out which ends up in them having sex at the back of the car...........................

Later that night>>>>>>

The pitch black skies can be seen growling and bellowing as quick sporadic flashes of lightning temporarily illuminate the sky. It seems like it's gonna rain heavily very soon and in no time, it's starting to drizzle a bit. Driving in the rain, Antonio in his red sedan arrives at home. The automatic gates open as he approaches and close immediately after his car passes. The house is sorta like a mini-mansion so to say. It's a cube-shaped house whose exterior is sixty percent glass. Almost like most of the house is a huge window. As he parks the car in his garage, he goes into the house, where the sound of the heavy downpour outside dwindles into a mere muffled white noise. Dropping his car keys on the eccentrically designed glass center table, which looks more like a glass sculpture, he goes upstairs to his room.

Opening his room door and getting in, the dim red lights of the room create a warm feel as a private stripper can be seen pole dancing in the middle of the room. He walks past her to his closet and takes off his clothes. Then he walks into the bathroom and lays himself in the pricey-looking jacuzzi in the middle. Around the jacuzzi are seven bronze sculptures of Chinese dragon heads all seemingly staring at the center of the jacuzzi.

As he lays there, the warm water circulating his body, he soon feels a bit sleepy. Stretching his hand to the side, he picks up a tiny black remote at the edge of the jacuzzi and presses a button on it which immediately causes a relaxing 80's song to play through the speakers in the bathroom. And now with his eyes closed, he enters into a trance-like state, almost oblivious to the environment as he sinks into the water with only his head out.

After about twenty minutes>>>>>>

"Brrrrshh...tching... kinkily!" He suddenly hears the sound of glass shattering. His eyes open slowly as he tries to listen carefully. Slowly, he emerges from the jacuzzi, and putting on a sky-blue bathrobe, he walks out of the bathroom. There is something ominous in the air. Looking out the glass wall of his room, the rain can be seen splashing heavily on the wall. It's almost monsoon-level rain out there. He walks past the stripper, who keeps dancing regardless, and over to his nightstand. Opening his drawer, he pulls out a nine-millimeter and cocks it. As alert as he can be, he tiptoes out of the room and out into the hallway, with the pistol pointed forward. With the slightest of sounds, he changes direction, pointing the nozzle in that direction. Just as he is about to take the stairs down, the power goes off and a flash of lightning briefly illuminates the house, temporarily exposing a silhouette of a man behind him. He quickly turns around and turns on his flashlight. But there's no one there. Thunder claps resonate through the building as he searches every room, every nook, and cranny for an infiltrator. As he enters the living room, pointing his flashlight in all directions, like a cop who has just walked into unknown territory, he suddenly hears the crunchy sound of broken glass as he steps on it with his slippers. Pointing his flashlight and looking down at the creamy white marble floor, he sees the center table broken into pieces.

"What in the world?" He mutters as he stoops down and squats to take a closer look. A huge lightning bolt briefly illuminates the house and for a split second, he sees a man's shadow right in front of him towering over his squatting shadow. The darkness returning as quickly as it was dispelled, he turns around and takes two shots as he lies on the floor.