Twist Of Fate: Three Little Miracles

Today was Owen’s Birthday and colourful lights were decorated around the house, giving a touch of warmth to cold atmosphere of the president generals villa.

The military had done their own part of the deal and as expected, they hosted Owen’s a grand birthday celebration and now he had retired back to the president generals villa after the birthday celebration were many notable figures came and wished him wishes and also gave him gifts. After all, who would not want to curry his favour?

Owen’s and Mark were talking in the sitting room when suddenly a scream echoed across the mansion.

“Ahhhhhhh!” Accompanied by a heavy thud. Someone had just fell down from the stairs!”

Everyone around was energized with sudden emergency hormone that they rushed to the scene. Mark and Owen’s inclusive.

“What happened? Are you okay?”, Mark quickly inquired, his voice was husky as he asked.

The woman’s face turned pale, as the excruciating pain from the fall still resounded through her. She had not expected the fall to be this painful. She got horrified when she saw the fresh blood trickling down her legs. She replied, “Mark, it hurts…. Our baby, I think …. is hurt! Quick, save our baby!” she sounded very horror-stricken, but just average like she was acting.

With panic written all over Owen’s when he realized his great grand child could be affected by this woman falling, he inquired, “What happened?!”

“Those evil children of Dia-! Shit! It hurts!” Hannah said between cry and groaning in pain, as actually the fall really resulted in a very excruciating pain down her spines. Immediately the pain she felt disrupted what she was about saying that happened, she then looked towards the top of the stairs as Mark squatted to help her sit, “Diana’s children? Evil?” He discerned.

Everyone looked up as well, following Hannah’s gaze, Mark inclusive and they saw the three little Rugrats standing at the top of the stair, Jennifer was holding the handrail very tightly with her right hand and a teddy bear with her left hand, and Legacy covered his mouth in exclamation, and reeling from the sudden shock of seeing Hannah fall. Stoic on the other hand stood with a blank expression as he saw everyone’s gaze.

It has been successfully three day since their mum, Diana travelled and although they have been receiving fair treatment from everyone and Mark especially, Hannah had been struggling to ensure they get into her net, she didn’t like them from start and when she learnt the kids had started to investigate her, she accelerated her plans.

Owen’s face flashed bright red in complete anger, ‘evil indeed!” “Which of you pushed her?” He roared angrily.

Startled by his response, none of the kids responded and this in turn only infuriated Owen’s the more and he was something very terrible when angry. One thing he hated the most was being replied “no response..”..

While Hannah was shedding tears from the pain she was feeling, she wore a disdainful grimace and begged, “Ooouch, take me to the hospit…. they are young but evil, they don’t want to see me give birth. Ahhh!” The pain intensified as she cried out.

Her words directly affirmed that the kids were responsible for her fall, but in fact were not –

Owen’s eye darkened like he was possessed with the demons he gets possessed with when at the war front, “Guards!!!!” He roared angrily, none of the guards, not even Mark had seen Owen’s this way; stormed with complete anger.

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“Lock them up! I’ll deal with them once I’m sure the unborn child is safe!” He added, ordering. He is always decisive and irrational in doing so. Being an ex-communicando buttressed it. In the war front, he doesn’t have all the time to think decisions through.

Mark didn’t think much of what Hannah said, she had said, lied and did way more worst things and “stuff” and he can’t possibly believe what she was saying, that one or the kids pushed her down the stairs, but now is not the time to defend the kids but to get Hannah and their baby to safety, especially now that Owens is burning with anger.

“She is evil indeed! Afterall she did to their mum, she still wants to do the same to this innocent kids! I pray I get through to Owens and make him understand this kids are innocent!”

Mark with the assistant of Richarlison that just arrived upon hearing the commotion sent Hannah to the hospital ward of the Military base immediately. Meanwhile, the guards were wanting to drag the kids and lock them up, probably at the attic or dungeon. But the kids were stubborn as they shouted, “Leave us alone…. We didn’t push her! She is lying!” But their shout fell into deaf ears and, of course they were no match for the guards. They were still small and young. “If only their mum was around, she would defend them…. But she was out, somewhere in Delta city right now and even Mark that promised her he would ensure we don’t get into trouble is doing nothing to defend us!”

The kids were forcefully dragged into a dungeon, specifically for junior officers. The kids were barely six years old but yet, they put them there. It was so dark in the cell that they squatted side to side in the cold smelling floor.

In truth, they didn’t push her… None of them did. She fell off on her own will! But no one would hear their own part of the story now. Even the blood that trickled down her legs were not from her, rather one she got from somewhere.. no one knows. She bursted it in her thighs immediately she fell.

Soon, four hours had pass and it was midnight …. Mark had not yet come to ask for the kids to take them out from that smelling dark place we’re mosquito were feasting on them, “What was keeping Mark? He should be here by now to get us out!” Stoic thought. Jennifer was already in daze as she had not taken her medications, she had fever but still– Legacy who is usually very brave and confident had started to shiver, his lips turning purple – the only light they had was from the moonlight now, shining through the the small window at the top of the 20 ft tall dungeon, close to the ceiling.