She was running very fast. She was running for her life. But her legs felt so heavy as she dragged them forward.
She came near the river when her body gave out and she fall down on the sand.
She looked ahead. 
Darkness.
Darkness all she saw.
Darkness all she got.
Her eyes felt so heavy and she finally closed them.
Finally,she could take some rest.
She was so tired.
Finally,now she could sleep.

Anyone who saw her would think that she was just lying there sleeping peacefully.
She looked so peaceful,like an angel sleeping.
But,no one could see the darkness inside her.
She kept it well hidden inside her.
Maybe if she ever opened her eyes again,that darkness would be unleashed at last.

MAFIA BABY

Ace walked for a while as he went out of the house. 


"Where should I go next?" He thought but couldn't find a particular place to go. 


Ace always thought why his father named him "Ace". It meant the apex of the mountain. 


Did his father want to him to be in the top? 


It shouldn't be so surprising as his father, Arthur Holmes was the director of CIA. 


"You should come and visit me tomorrow,"said Benjamin Robertson,his godfather when he left the funeral last night. 


He had got two weeks vacation from work for his father's funeral and sort out every work for his father. 


He couldn't sleep well last night. He dreamed of his father lying on his driver seat of the car with a bullet shot in his forehead. 


But,his eyes were wide open. He looked at Ace and smiled. 


Ace woke up with a jolt but he could clearly remember the smile of his father. It was creepy because Ace had never seen his father smile. 


"Why did I dream about that?" Ace thought but he couldn't find the answer. 


Ace walked for some time and went inside to cafe to get some coffee. 


"What can I get for you,sir?" The pretty girl in the counter asked Ace. 


Then took his coffee and walked out of the cafe. 


Ace sat down on a branch in a park and enjoyed his coffee in silence. 


Ace was thinking about what he should do now. 


He had to go to his apartment tonight,then pack his bag and leave for work. 


"Should I go to meet Uncle Ben?" He thought. 


He didn't know if he wanted to meet him now. He would surely talk about his father and Ace didn't like to talk to someone about his father. 


Maybe he should just retire and go on a world tour. 


He stood up and walked to the bus stop. 


Then,took a bus to the 12 avenue of new York city. 


After 20 minutes,Ace stood in front of the tall building with 28 floors. 


"Hey,man. What are you doing here?" Ace heard a voice calling him so he turned around. 


A tall black man was standing there grinning at him. 


"Hey,John,"Ace greeted with a small smile. 


John Deere was Ace's colleague and friend. 


"I just heard about the chief's death this morning after coming back," John said patting Ace's shoulder to show comfort. 


John used his ID card to get them through the security lock at the door. 


"What are you doing tonight? Come home for dinner. Joyce will be very happy," John said as they walked into the elevator. 


John's wife,Joyce was Ace's childhood friend. 


"Ok,I'll see you around,man,"John said as Ace walked out from in the elevator in the 12th floor. 


In the 12th floor,it was the office of the chief of the CIA. 


Ace had come to this office many times. 


"Mr.Holmes,you can go inside. The Chief is expecting you," the secretary said looking at Ace. 


Ace stood in front of the room and looked at the name plate. 


No one remembered the dead person for a long time. 


Just like their body,after some time,their memories also started to get perish. 


"Come in," Ace heard the voice coming from the office so he walked into the office.


CHAPTER-03