I was on my way back home after a long chit-chat with Madelin at the cafè. I wasn't tired because if I'd be using the word 'tired', then that would be an understatement or rather a joke. That would be because I was destroyed. Finally, with her sending to me a message with the imposter's phone number as well as the used name. My plan's requirements were complete. All what I have to do now is to go home, sit and relax, and bump in facts. When I'm done, I'll have a next step to plan my move for. If I meant what I am actually thinking, then may my saying come true.

 Arriving home, I claimed my eternal satisfaction with my plan. I shut the door behind me placing my keys on the kitchen table and grabbing my phone from my bag. I reached out the home's telephone and dialed the number sent to me by Madelin through my phone. 067893421

 I couldn't describe my true emotions whether I'm anxious, mad, or sad. What I knew for sure was that I would be getting the hell out of them all. No body deserves to overtake someone's money or home unfairly no matter what reasons where there; definitely, needless to say, how asinine it is to use a deceased's name as well. like seriously, how the hell didn't people living around notice all these occurrences. If I were there, I could have prevented any shit of that from happening; I could have wreaked havoc upon them. Luckily for them, We are living distances apart, but that won't prevent me from using the technological miracle called 'phones'.

  There is still something that I couldn't do anything, but wonder about it. What will I actually be telling them on the phone? How will I start and what must my attitude be toward them. I do know that they are elders and we all know how we must pay our respects to them. Finally, I've got to broaden my horizons and jump into the situation itself with them. I ain't having time for chess games like theirs and I'm not waiting to get rebellions against me; they will surely defend themselves, but I will not allow them to say anymore words. I must buy myself sometime.

   I've been calling since what seemed like an hour, but nobody is replying although their phone is available. I've tried calling them from my personal phone; now it's the 13th time. I guess I'll have to try again later. I walked to my fridge, opening it, and grabbing my sweet chocolate that I received from Madelin on the other day, but to have it fall from my grip the moment I heard the phone ringing again. Yes! its them. Hovering over the phone, I took a look on the recipient before replying. or no. A certain Dan was calling. Should I reply? Shall I not reply? Must I reply? Must not I reply? Am I supposed to reply? or nope? Although I was too lazy to reply, my curiosity took over me and I did.

  "Hello?"

   "Hi."

   "What's up?" and now are the seconds of my life where I'm starting to regret my retort to him. I mean he doesn't deserve it.

   He is such a jerk, I thought. "Seriously?! You are the one who's calling!"

   "Just why the hell are you mad now?" Now he retorted in such a vexatious tone.

  "Annoying." I stated plainly.

"What?!"

   "I said: annoying."

   " What do you mean?"

   "Are you that much stupid? You are annoying." That was the last statement I said before being greeted by minutes of silence. I did not want to hang on him though, but is he really that much sensitive to get hurt from it? I always speak to him in that manner, but he never reacted in that way. "Dan?"

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"HAHAHAHAHAHA," Upon feeling my eardrums about to explode,I immediately hanged the phone on him. yes, he is definitely a jerk; doesn't deserve my attention specially at times like this.

   To be honest, he eased up the tense mood I was in a while ago. Thanks to him, I always get back on my feet whenever I get dragged down. At some point, I owe him. No man was ever that much kind to me despite his irksome expressions that he eventually does; he is such a gentlema- "WHAT THE HECK AM I SAYING?!" This is unquestionably not the first time I think in that lovey-dovey manner of him. I never thought I'd admit it so soon, but.... I love him. yes, I undoubtly do!

   My train of thoughts was finally broken by the realization that I must be calling the so-called Hordes now. Grabbing my phone and redialing the number, no reply was what I got. Taking a look at my phone's screen which read: 'this person is busy.' As determined as how I am, I re-called again. No reply. And again, but no reply. And again. I kept for-god-knows-how-much times.

   The recherché part was that they are actually available; however, the deleterious part was that they were hanging no matter how much I called. Finally, for the 6th time, they replying. On the line was a woman with a squeaky voice; probably the grandmother.

  "Hello?" I started.

   "Good evening. How can I help you?" The woman seemed amiable, but that mask shalt fall off soon.

  "If you will allow me to help you, ma'am." I retorted congenially; however, it were only a couple of seconds later were the line was cut off.

Suspicious. Redialing, they finally gave a proper reply, " Well, I definetly got no time for you missing around. I have no time, and i don't have to repeat myself thrice," I insisted stiffly in a blink of an eye, " Certainly you don't have to hang on me or avoid the talk because I have a little tiny questionnaire which you are obliged to reply to," my voice got sharper and deeper at each word I'm hammering on : that made me more liable to press on the shout button I got as the complexity curve of our conversation rose, "Definetly, you will because I said so and you know very well the crime you already  did that you are bound to and I have a proof to every single action of--"

   "WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!!" Now the pounding barks of a man rang through the phone, I like the way these people give you a 'hi'. "WHO THE FRAKING BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOURSELF ARE?!"

   I chuckled deeply, "me?"

......."I'm Diablo."........