Important Author's Note: So in my other book, FTPOAP, some readers found it hard to understand when I switched characters thoughts. So to identify a switch in thoughts, I added an asterisk(*)

Dedicated to MaggieMomoKia16

Chapter Title: At the end of every life story is... Death and Vacuum cleaners.

Date: 29th of September, 2028.
Country, state: USA, California. Los Angeles.
Time: 10:07 PM
Location: Somewhere in San Clemente

San Clemente breeze felt nice on her skin as she danced to the music playing in her car. She shook her head, her fingers serving as drumsticks to the steering wheel, Favela played loudly in the car.

She was too happy to notice the car that followed her since she left LA, only the two cars roamed in the free street. Her car was speeding at seventy miles per hour, the black car following her trailed her not getting to close to her.

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He wore a mask as he reached for the small gun on the seat behind him, he focused more on the pistol because the road was less busy, his left leg was placed on the acceleration lightly. He placed six bullets in the pistol's magazine before placing the magazine in the pistol and using the grip to cover it up.

He wore his glasses now, carefully targeting the tires to her car. With his aim clear, he pulled the trigger releasing the bullet, he pulled it three more times before the car twirled. He ran his car into the side of her car allowing the car twirl to stop, also causing a huge dent in her car.

He got down from his car with a small scratch on his forehead, he had a face mask, black shed and hand glove on as he walked towards her car, the last thing he wanted was to be caught by the security camera. Technology was way more advanced now compared to the first time he had helped people get rid of their lives.

As expected she was unconscious. He smiled at her using his gloved hand to brush her hair away from her face, the cut on her head was much bigger than his so he carried her to his car. Once she was settled, he used to his right foot to shove the plate number off his car before chuckling and settling down in the car. The number was fake anyway, customized by his beautiful daughter, the police should be thankful he left them something to work with this time.

Time: 11 PM
Location: Unknown

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Her eyelids flickered before they slowly opened showing a man's back, he stood in front of a gas cooker. From what she saw, he wasn't cooking but the fire flame was blazing. Then realization hit her like a bullet, she felt a cold chill on her back. She had no regrets if she could go back in time, she would have done the same thing but she would have waited or left with a bodyguard like Aliu and Uthman suggested.

"You could have just kept your mouth shut and play with me you know," He turned revealing his face, she smirked knowing Aliu was going to get him tomorrow. They were right, after all, the writer was Jeff, he turned back to the cooker. She closed her eyes in satisfaction as she controlled her smile.

"You know life is lonely. My daughter is barely home and my son, well..." He paused to stare at her face as she struggled to set herself free, he had her tied to a chair with thick ropes, there was no way out, "... He's a dimwit," he whispered before turning back to whatever he was roasting.

He pulled the knife away from the fire flames, walking towards her slowly with it. She whimpered still trying to escape from the seat, he knelt beside grabbing her face as she let a tear roll on it. She didn't beg, her tears were not something she could control so she just let them roll. He rested the hot knife on her neck before dragging it gently across her neck trying not to cut her veins, he watched her face redden from biting her cheeks which refrained her from screaming.

"Any last words?" He dropped the knife beside her before picking his gun and pointing it on her head.

"Again, I wish you a slow and painful death," Seeing his pissed face, she chuckled in satisfaction before spitting on his face. He shot her without hesitation and muttered, "crazy bitch."

Time: 11:40 PM
Location: San Clemente's free road.

Her body was bare as he dragged her towards her damaged car, he rubbed the gun on her palm erasing all shreds of evidence of previous contacts. He dropped the gun beside her before pulling a small phone out to call the police, "You might want to check this out. San Clemente." He hung the phone up and dropped it in her car.

With that he was gone, no evidences left behind except the tiny camera that was planted on her top.

Date: 30th of September, 2028.
Time: 9:00 AM
Country. : USA, California. LA
Location: Diel's headquarters.

He watched as Uthman got down from his car, he wore an hoodie and dark shade of glasses. His security was tighter than usual, by this time the news about Ellen should be out. A small smile played on his face, knowing he got in Uthman's head.

His right foot on the car's accelerator, he had to eliminate every single person in his way, that included his guards. His foot on pressed down on the accelerator allowing the car to move at 90mph. He smirked as he saw a guard jump out of the way, some of them fired at his tires but that was for about thirty seconds before he ran three guards and their boss over. He threw multiple cards out the window as he watched some people pick the cards whilst some of them helped Uthman and the guards.

He let a small sigh and shut his eye for a second, Uthman might survive but he won't be complete. His next stop was India he just hoped he got there before night time, he really hoped she didn't have a bedtime like Ellen insinuated. No, there was no time to waste, he picked his phone from the back seat.

"Henderson," he said over the line as the phone vibrated on his ear, "you're in India, right?"

He still had to do something in America. There were too many loose ends.

Date: 30th of September, 2028.
Time: 5:30 pm
Country. State: Nigeria. Lagos State
Location: Tobi's home

"Next on news, gist and news! An unknown woman was found dead in the morning in San Clemente," Tobi took a bite of his noodles as he stared at the screen, four women sat on a round chair with iPads on their laps. Death news was news, gist, and news special, the death rate has apparently been rising especially in Nigeria.

He rolled his eyes, reaching for the remote in order to Chanel, "the sad news is LA's favorite designer accident--,"

"You can't just say LA's favorite," another lady interrupted, "Uthman LaSalle is the world's favorite designer, it's impossible to hate him,"

"To think I was expecting his latest wears," the fairest woman of all said, earning a sigh from her co-newscasters.

 A little part of him hoped Ellen was not the Unknown dead woman. If she was then is he the next? The thought made his stomach knot, he packed his loose dreads leaving the sitting room to pick his phone from the bedroom. He picked his phone from the bed stand and dialed Aliu's number.

'Alert! Alert! Movement detected outside.' His alarm system called out, a little part of him thanked Aliu for reminding him to activate it yesterday. Picking the taser in his cupboard, he approached the door slowly hitting the silent alarm installed on the room's wall.

She stood beside the bedroom door, patiently waiting for him to open the door. Knowing Tobi, he'll try to be brave and confront her, almost immediately, the grip of her gun met with his forehead. "Ah, some people never change."

Date: 30th of September, 2028.
Time: 9:30 PM
Country: Indian. Goa
Location: Kapoor's store

"Do you like it?" Daana whispered to Raghav, she bit her lips expectantly with her fingers curling up.

"You've outdone yourself, these songs are amazing!" He smiled, returning the air pods, "you can release it as an anonymous singer? If you don't want you know who to find out." He whispered leaning in on the counter.

"I'm just scared," She intertwined her fingers, her face falling as Raghav placed his hand on hers.

It all happened so fast, her mum barging into the store and dragging Raghav out of the store to a stray bullet hitting her chest. The blurry image of her mum screaming and scrabbling to call someone on her phone, Raghav tore his shirt, using to cover the area to avoid blood loss and also telling her not to close her eyes.

She could have sworn that she saw her entire life flash in her head, a lone tear escaped her eyes as Raghav kept pleading to her not to close her eyes. As much as she tried, the light dimmed and darkness ensued her, she felt his hand over her shoulders as he cried, begging her to wake up, telling her she had so much to accomplish. Somehow, she held his hand to till her final moment. 

Time: 5:40 pm
Country. State: Nigeria. Lagos State
Location: Tobi's home

"You still look as good as ever." She chuckled, her right hand caressing his face, he was tied to his dining chair with thick ropes. A part of him wondered where she got the rope from, he stared at the open window which was opposite him, the gates were open which means the police got his call for help. "When I was asked to track someone in Nigeria, Lagos to be specific and this person owns a popular restaurant, hmm..." She placed her hand on chin thoughtfully.

"Maybe it was the guy, I slept with like four times," she snickered, "and then he blocked me on everything! I couldn't call him nor could I contact him on any social media. Not to forget the fact that I was not allowed in his restaurant again."

"Look, babe, I am really busy--"

"It's Ayo! It's been two months and you've forgotten my name?" She raised her brow with a chuckle.

"He's not the only suspect we have though, this," Aliu pushed the remote revealing a happy woman's face on the board, "is Ayo, every single death that occurred in Africa, she was present at the funeral. Bet you didn't notice that," Aliu smirked at Ellen with a raised brow.

"Oh that's why the picture looked so familiar," he scoffed at her confused face, "are you obsessed with me or something?" He tried stalling, hoping the police will barge in at any moment. His alarm system was designed to leave the doors open after five minutes of not tending to it, which will make it easy for the police to get in fast.

"I'm actually here to kill you," she shrugged whilst he swallowed his spit, trying not to show any sign of fear, "but as my ex or someone I once had something with, I'm willing to spare you." She tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear with a smirk.

He smiled, tilting his head, "do you want to release me first?"

"Oh Tobi, you are delusional." She slapped his face before moving away from him. "I don't know what to do with you, do you want your death slow or quick? It was meant to be quick but well... It's you. I'd like to entertain myself."

"Why are you doing this?" He stared at her, her face was void of emotions but when he asked that question, he could have sworn he saw a little part of her, the damaged part.

"You're hurting." He said quietly, he felt bad for her.

"Yeah, killing people messes with you." She shrugged. Tobi chuckled, any sympathy he felt towards her vanished, it was not her words it was the tone, the look in her eyes, whatever made him think there was a grey part in a villian's life. She didn't do it for any valid reason, it was to satisfy an urge, one he couldn't justify.

"How many have you killed?" His stomach turned and his voice cracked as he asked. If this was his last moment, he might as well utilize it.

"Fifteen." She shrugged. She held a finger up signaling him to shut up. "I started when I was seventeen," She started saying, it was like she read his mind because he was about to ask, "I was homeless, people looked down on me treated me like scum." She scrunched her face in disgust before smirking at him.

"If you want to kill me, do so. Don't waste my time by telling me lies." He glared at her which resulted in a room filled with her laughs, he would have thought it was beautiful if she wasn't a scum. She was beautiful, that went without a doubt, her black eyes complimented her Melanin skin well, she was tall and her curly hair was really long. 

"Aren't you a smart man." She chuckled. "Ok, well he offered money and I wanted money, at first it was sickening but then I got used to it. I mean they're rule--"

"Police! We have a warrant." An officer barged in the room along with two officers, Tobi let out a breath of relief. "Drop your weapon ma'am, the entire compound is surrounded with armed forces, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or any suspicious movement noticed will be used against you in the court of law." The officer said before moving closer to her.

Ayo pointed her gun at Tobi's head with full determination. "Stand back or I shoot." The officer stopped moving.

"The longer you resist, the higher the amount of years you'll spend jail. So drop the gun and surrender, again, the entire compound is surrounded by the police. Now drop the gun slowly and keep your hands where I can see them." 

"I don't think you understand what I'm saying. I will walk out that door freely and you will do--" A gun to her wrist sent the gun flying across the room.

Glass shattered to pieces on the floor, a police knelt on Ayo's back as he placed the cuff on her hands. She struggled with the arrest whilst another officer tried calming her down. Minutes later an ambulance siren was heard. As Tobi watched the events unfold, an officer released him.

Time: 6:30 pm
Country. State: Nigeria. Lagos State
Location: Tobi's home

Tobi vacuumed the entire room before sweeping the area. He knew glass windows were hard to clean up, he might step on one in the next week. Thankfully, the police didn't say longer because they had footages from the cameras installed in his house.

A call made him stop sweeping, he walked towards his phone and a private number flashed on the screen, his heart raced before he pressed the answer button. "Hey, are you okay, man?"

"Uthman?" His voice came out as hoarsed before he cleared it. "You're still alive?"

"Yeah, Aliu took the fall."

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𝔄𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯'𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: Well, that was rush. Did I write the death scenes well? Or was it just blah?

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