THE LAST OF HIS KIND

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ke Theresa like him. Reminiscing about his days in junior year, the debate competition they had in school when she wore a black gown, he wore a three button suit a

he suddenly tensed muscles as he stood behind Christopher. "I love this time of the day when everyone lea

basketball wears. The afternoon sun reflected on Matthew's le

t. He as well glanced to see the tattoo on his wrist. "It's not a tatto

tthew was tall, lanky, dark-skinned, he was no doubt handsome, Christopher thought. He

u join my friend and I for dinner tonight at my house, we

uth to protest, but C

have a maid. And besides, my paren

nning to slip beyond his control. From the rumors he'd heard, Christ

ght now." Chris

p. Christopher blocked him from attempting to score. The noise they made attracted more students to the c

e crowd of students, Christopher managed

hind it. Its most menacing characteristics w

f reading novels has played its

eating uncontrollably. His mouth was

the knack for such a thing.

, he chided himself. Two things had given him interest today,

king any protest. It took all his willpower not to shriek after the witnessing suc

he thought to himself, to be a

om junior high school in terms of class participa

s father's business once he is twenty. He was no doubt tall, dark-skinned, his brown eyes reflected perf

f his palm the day he held hers. Though he was a whiz in books, basketball and tennis, he sailed his

while he sat down beside the driver as the driver drove the white porch. No one would be surprised.

asked, the second of three children. She was tall, light-skinned, h

ety of car radios competed against each other and merged into a strange sort of harmony. Christopher liked the cl

art and we're in

Christopher turned, giving Theresa a long, direct look. He chuckled. Th

old him with a glance at

he driver switched off the ign

...

t of the car, and then leane

ver slide through the elega

He can do anything he wants

r pulled open the door of the Restaurant

aid and moved

ening sky clocked in. Actually, he woke up couple of ti

the mirror_ one of his funny habit. He sighed heavily, basically exhausted from the day's activities. Or was he anxious to see the tattoo on Matthew's wrist again? E

esa to his house. Theresa lived on the next street. She vi

, Christopher pulled a long face and he didn'

ing us for dinner," C

alms against the slab, struggling not to f

wrist," He cut in¸ leani

u see?" The

d her. She slid her fingers lazily up and do

d a picnic basket and in it a whi

I got fried fish." He said handing the basket to T

ate. There were neatly trimmed lawns, willows, blossoming crepe myrtle, and asphalt drives. He had wa

invited him

arents?" He asked as they

here alone. My parents are

ed sofa in biscuit with a hodge-podge of colored pillows and a wicker throne chair coupled with a large family po

alled him Chris, something n

ate on a smoked-glass table. A dozen candles flickered

ead that waltzed in his head. When he rose

e said without hesita

into two sections by a landing. Coming back she found the two

**

es was walking up and down. He was extreme

scared at all. He let them take hold of him by the arms, without struggling, and took him out of the room. He didn't have a choice but to follow the fierce looking men. His palms were

rought there. The young man was still blindfolded when they entered the incomplete building. He heard footsteps approaching, the

time we will meet, I might kill y

lf to say a word because o

made you join the organization. Matthew, Matthew, that idiot you call a brother that refuses to listen. An opportu

last long," Jude tried to threaten. "I've seen men like you bu

imes you have to stay silent, because words can't explain what's going on in your mind. Why waste your breathe? If you don't wish to go back to t

he was prominent. Both financially unstable men and women were willing to give up their children to work for him at his com

o behave. "Sir, I behaved foolishly earlier, had I known, I would've never done so..