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As he silently watched D’best slice through the wind with his Chrysler Dodge EV Electric Car, the thought of turning the steering wheel to face an oncoming trailer ran through his mind. He didn’t mind dying in the process of actualizing the long sought revenge.

No, Spark said to himself, I’ll play his game with him, be his friend, learn his trade and kill him slowly.

You are awake, D’best said in a rather friendly manner.

O yeah. Your palm seems to be made of iron. It almost sent me to the world beyond. I like your reflex. Spark said

Is that supposed to be a compliment?

Yeah, a compliment. I have done this for five years and never for once got caught. Spark said, touching his swollen cheek

I grew up like you too, so I’m familiar with the trade. D’best said as he made a right turn into Kingston Avenue, the home of the drug lords.

The midday sun was having his back as a landing place as he headed for the beach on his bicycle. He had not taken anything called food that morning, so he needed to quickly find a way to earn some coins as usual. His eyes have been trained to see beyond just leather bags. He knew the pockets and bags that had money in it by merely looking from a distance. He had never gotten it wrong and he was very positive that the man making his way out of Hilton Long Island Hutington had a lot of money in his pocket. Without wasting any time, he took a dash across the street to get what seemed belong to him, the leather wallet in D’best’s back pocket.

For the first time in his five years of petty crimes, Spark’s tricks and skills failed him. D’best had a firm grip of his hand immediately it made its entry into his pocket. Spark would rather prefer a bullet to the slap he received from D’best’s wide and rough palm, which turned the sunny afternoon to the darkest night he had ever seen. D’best led him quietly to a waiting car and drove off with him. He decided to take the young boy with him because he felt he would need the service of his gut and skills. Spark regained his consciousness after about thirty minutes drive. He turned to see D’best’s face and, immediately, the picture of five years earlier struck him. He knew for sure that he was sitting beside one of the two men that shut his parents to death. He couldn’t believe that he was sitting very close to one of the men that killed his dream of becoming a pilot.

Spark was a twelve year old kid who had won himself the reputation of being the smartest thief in Realand hood. Street was his home and dark places were his work place. Five years earlier, he had watched two men pass bullets through his both parents’ skulls at his father’s mansion at Garrison Estate. Spark was a very easygoing smart kid with a lot of promise before the trauma of watching his parents’ gunned down by the men whose image remained in his memory. The picture he used to have of himself flying a plane as a pilot never came again, it died the day they died. The men did not only murder the father and mother, they murdered his dream and his decision to be the best among his peers. Though his father left behind several estates and a fat bank account, enough to take him through school and live the rest of his life without lack, but he chose to trail a different path. He believed school would only teach him algebra and essay writing, and not how to avenge her parent’s death. This was his reason for choosing to leave the mansions and estates empty, and turned the street to his abode. He needed to learn the lessons the street could only teach.

Revenge was the only thing on his mind and he lived every minute chasing the satisfaction he would derive from seeing these two men die from his knife. He would rather be seen in Toppers Nite Club or Ox Street Pub and Bar to the walls of High schools and Christian worship centres, because he believed the latter would only teach him to forget the his chase for revenge.

Spark made his living by making use of the act he had mastered so well – thieving. He knew how to slip his tiny fingers into back pockets and bring it out without his prey noticing or feeling any touch.

D'best opened his eyes to see the light of the new day at about 11:10am.

Oh, i have a meeting with some of my customers at noon. D'best said

So, what happens to me darling? Asked Lucy.

I'd be back in an hour or two, he assured, just get youself set for another wonderful time with me this afternoon. I'd be back to make you experience heaven on this bed once again.

He quickly rushed to the bathroom to have a quick wash.