Ravage.

 A black dusty Lamborghini drifted menacingly into the empty tennis court behind King Jaja's hall rattling the completely serene state of the environment with it's zig zag motions and growling engine before making a loud annoying screech and an abrupt stop. This sent dark smokes that attacked the air desperately haphazardly, and it quickly dissipated in defeat until the air became sovereign again. 

 The car door yanked open and a tall stout black man erupted out of the car and paced angrily towards the back of the car with a pistol in his Left hand. He let open the boot of the car and dragged out a man whose face was covered in blood. His hands were bounded behind his back with a rope that held tightly, clocking his elbows together.

 The captive crashed to the floor and moaned painfully and helplessly. His head was seriously bruised and his torn pants revealed a fresh cut covered by blood clots on his left leg. He flinched in pain and wasn't fully recovered when a pistol was pointed at him, directly to his face. There was fear and pleading in his green eyes. The pointer's grimaced face shew no mercy nor regret. His blood stained lips held a cigarette that twitched the corner of it. His face shew extreme contempt and indignation.

"Where is she? His cold voice rang and his cigarette fell from his mouth.

I…..I …ha.. have no idea where she is.' he answered,his whole body trembling.

Liar !!!

I swear to...

"Shut up! " He shot at the man's left foot and the man groaned loudly.

"The letter?"

"What letter?",the man cried. And his face unexpectedly absorbed a thunderous slap.

"The letter you sent to maxim".

"Ahhh,the letter? I swear I don't know anything about it. I only carried out Pablo's orders.Pablo wrote it."

"You lie!!". The standing man roared.

"I swear". The struggling man quaked.He rolled helplessly on the ground suffering all the excruciating pains inflicted on him.

"What's your name?

Kyle.

Kyle; tell Pablo Killian did this." 

 He pulled the trigger and sent Kyle to the ground, struggling and wriggling helplessly with his life. Killian bit his lower lips and allowed the tear in his eyes to meander and roll slowly down his cheek. He stood staring at the man laying unperturbed in a pool of his blood. He looked at the bloody hollow his pistol dug in Kyle's forehead and sniffed out air of rage.

 He picked up his cigarette and exermined it close to his face before throwing it away. He walked into his open car, slammed the door and zoomed off speedily, choking the air again.

 The telephone rang and an old woman slowly moved towards it. She picked it up with a shaky hand and held it onto her ear...

'kilian?

 Pia, how's your health sweetheart? Killian's voice travelled round the room. Perplexed pia thought she heard two similar distinct voices;one from the phone and one louder at the door,she curiously turned around and her eyes met someone standing at the door, beaming with a faint smile.

' my goodness! Killian, where have you been throughout the night? She rebuffed him.

'granny,why didn't you go to bed. Don't you want to live long? Killian queried, walking closer to her. She looked at him intently into his eyes.

'That doesn't answer my question naughty boy',she snapped. 'You are to be blamed if I die young Killian. How many times do you keep appearing and disappearing like the devil every day, knowing fully well that Pia's always alone? Do you want to give me BP issues?'She fired , raising her eyebrows and folding her hands.

' Granny you look like a nagging wife and that posture tells it all ' Killian teased, trying to change the topic.'Oh,spare me that', she sniggered. 

Killian folded his hands and paced slowly around majestically, smiling slyly and arrogantly Granny's eyes followed him as if under a spell. He strided to and fro ,then turned to her and stood, stopping his head slightly as if exermining her. He sighed quietly, making facial expressions In a boyish manner. 'Granny how many times do I have to tell you that I'm old enough to be called a dad? Why do you keep scol....

' then go get married so I'll have companies. ',she cut in quickly. Giving him a playful slap on his cheek. ' ohhh grandma! He frowned sheepishly rubbing his left cheek in a painful feign. ' That hurts '.

' Do you know how it hurts for a granny to be alone all day? No company,no play mate,no party,no clubs no nothing.

' No clubs?' Killian mimicked her voice raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Are you the only one meant for pulling up at clubs?"

Grandma!" Killian laughed hysterically. 

"Is there something you're not telling me grandma? Killian teased, rubbing his palms together.

Something?"

Killian nattered incoherently

"You have a boyfriend… sorry…I mean you have a grandfriend or grandfather friend or whatever…..

"Grandma did you hook up?"

"Naughty grandson,I'm gonna break that coconut head of yours."

She raised her walking stick and Killian playfully maneuvers her attempt, dashing into his bedroom. 

 There were still visible traces of smile on the old woman's face as she slowly entered the kitchen. A few moment after,she called out.

"Killian, brunch is ready"

"Nope, remove the "brrrr". Killian responded from his room.

"We've got not enough 'b' in your 'brrr'. Grandma spoke.

"Oh,I'm okay with that!" His voice forced itself in through the kitchen door. 

 Figurative slangs were part of their lives. Only both could interpret what they were saying to each other. The brunch didn't actually mean a combination of breakfast and lunch, rather it literally meant bread and red stew likewise the b in brrr. b and rrrr representing bread and red stew respectively.This was grandma's favorite and usual food. Both Killian and his grandma, granny Pia lived a rationally humourous one. Killian loved her like no other. He regards her as his light.

 After lunch, Killian and his grandma both sat down in the living room playing a game of chess. His grandma handled the white pieces while Killian handled the black pieces. His grandma was fully concentrated on the board but Killian kept nattering and looking aimlessly around the room. At one point he bent forward towards his grandma and pecks her nose. 

"You would lose if you keep on the pestering act". Grandma said, smiling but deeply focussed on her game.

"Lose? Are you kidding? To a grandma? How could I possibly lose? Killian threw unanswerable questions to his grandma. She ignored the questions. And there was a serene moment after that.

"Grandma ".

"Yes Killian "

"You just missed " Killian said. He smiled and folded his hands across his chest.

"Oh really?"

"Unfortunately, you didn't spot a mate in three grandma". Killian moved a piece.

" And you just blundered."

"That's not true ". Killian argued, trying hard to pretend he's not ashamed. Of course hehad read the game and found out that he lost.

"And oh,I guess you didn't spot a mate in two now." Grandma said, chuckling derisively.

"I resign". Killian finally accepted defeat.

No resignation. Q x d4 checkmate!!

She snapped her fingers.Killian frowned childishly. She funnily Bent towards him and gave him a peck on his nose.