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Wednesday, November 25, 2015

HAMERTON 2 Chapter 4- episode 2

HAMERTON 2
Thank you God for this opportunity.


Hamerton. A large school offering the finest Education to the students of the state and overseas. Natalie joins this school arriving from Brooklyn and she has grief over her lost friends who were murdered in Hamerton. She teams up with Ingrid and their fellow seniors against the House of Representatives to prevent a bomb blast that could cause a large massacre.
Hallow viewers!


previously on Hamerton; Corny receives a call from an anonymous person who tells him that they have Maggie. 
Mr. Bradley returns to New York from Tanzania, and breaks news to her wife that he is home for good. 
Natalie and Ingrid chat with Caitlin through her new email and Natalie shares with her about Hamerton and their plans.

Please Continue;

***

Corny hovered around the empty apartment that used to belong to his wife. He tapped the phone in his hand, anxiously waiting for Trevor, to tell him about the call with the bad guys.
He was pacing in front of the apartment door and paused only when he heard Trevor’s voice at the end of the corridor.
“Howls?” Trevor called, running to him from the stair landing.
Corny Howls greeted him with a worried expression.
“Howls. Tell me, what’s the urgency and why are we meeting here?” Trevor asked, halting a few steps from Corny.
“Trevor. We have a very huge problem in our hands. We have to get you back home. This all idea of having you here is a bad one.”
Trevor frowned at that. “What are you talking about? I have already made my decision. I am staying in England till we have found Maggie.”
Corny sighed deeply at that, shaking his head with despair.
Trevor queered his friend’s exceeding worry. “What’s going on Howls? Tell me what’s happening.” He asked in panic.
“Trevor. There’s no need of finding Maggie anymore, see?” he said, as he struggled with a lump of tears in his throat. “They have her. And they want you in exchange for her.”
Trevor’s mouth parted, remaining silent. “What?” he gasped.
Corny evaded the question, turning around and giving Trevor his back. He rested his hands on his waist, a thing he did when he was very depressed.
“Howls. Who said that? Did they call you?” Trevor asked in desperation.
“Howls!”
Trevor turned to the end of the corridor where Millies approached, hurrying toward them.
“Millies.” Trevor reckoned, before Corny faced them.
“Hello Trevor.” Millies greeted him and turned to Corny. “Howls. I have to talk to you. This is a very crucial matter.”
Corny sighed. “Alright. Where can we talk?”
“At the van, maybe. Or here if Trevor…” she turned to Trevor. “Will you please excuse us?”
“He is more involved now, Millies.” Corny informed her.
Millies furrowed her eyebrows. “What? How?” she asked quickly and then added before either of them had the chance to reply. “Anyway, that can wait. Howls. Please?”
Corny nodded. “Maybe we can talk inside.” He suggested,
“Yes.” She agreed and he opened the apartment door, leading the way in.

She shut the door behind themselves and turned to Howls who was standing behind a sofa in the living room of the apartment.
He looked around, clutching a fist. “This is, this is where I last saw her. I promised her that, I would be back to take her away.” He said and paused, breaking into a cry.
“Oh Howls.” Millies begun, walking to him and took his hands. “Please you have to be strong.”
“I can’t Millies.” He confessed, wretchedly. “Maggie is my life. She is everything to me.”
Millies remained silent, looking at him with worry.
With his intelligence knowledge, Corny immediately realized that she was keeping something from him, especially when she suddenly released him and joined her hands, rubbing them together anxiously.
Corny wiped his face with his hands. “Tell me, Millies. What is that crucial matter that you had to tell me?”
“Ah.” Millies hesitated, scratching her head.
“C’mon Millies. You can trust me with anything.”
 Millies grimaced at him, wondering if that was true.
“Millies?” he called her.
She took in a deep breath, steeling herself to tell him. “I've come from the Unit where they kept some of Maggie’s stuff for collecting evidence. That’s where I met something that, you... you might have missed when you came around to search the apartment.”
He narrowed his eyes, staring at him. “What is that?”
“A pregnancy test device. It was in the bathroom, on a sink that, your wife used.” She said and looked at him pitifully. “The test device showed, positive. That means that, your wife found out that she was pregnant before she was kidnapped.”
Corny froze. He also thought that he skipped a heartbeat. He felt like somebody stabbed his chest with a very sharp knife.
Millies sighed. “Howls?” she called, trying to get his attention.
Feeling his legs weaken, Corny groped for the seat behind him and leaned on it.
“What?” Was the only thing he could say. He did not want to believe what he just heard.
Just then, he recalled his last encounter with Maggie.
When he arrived, she wanted to tell him something. Before he left she also wanted to tell him something. But, Corny said that, he was going to return. He did not take her. He did not wait for her to finish her bath and help her pack. He put Trevor’s life before his wife’s and now… his baby’s.
“I have to find her.” Corny said, drawing from the sofa and aiming at the exit.
Millies held him back. “Howls, how? We still don’t know where she is.”
“Let me alone, Millies. I have to find my wife.” He insisted with determination.
“Howls. I can’t let you go anywhere like this.” Millies said, struggling to retain him in the room.
“Let me go!” he shouted, pulling his strong arms free.
He dashed to the front door while Millies went after him.
“Howls? Howls?” she called but, he did not reply.

Outside the apartment, the two met Trevor who was waiting anxiously for them.
Corny walked to him.
Before he said anything, Trevor announced. “I am going to give myself up to SOHOT. Maggie’s life is in danger and it’s all my fault.”
“What?” Millies asked, baffled by his statement. “What are you talking about? Do you guys know where the kidnappers are?”
Corny was silent, contemplating the right decision to make. He went to Trevor to surrender himself to SOHOT so that he could save Maggie but, now that Trevor said it, Corny did not want to be so cruel to him.
Trevor turned to Millies. “They called Howls and told him that he should turn me over or else, they could do something bad to Maggie.”
Millies turned to Corny. “They called you?” she asked, reproachfully. “Why didn't you tell me?”
Corny disregarded her question and glanced at Trevor. “Trevor. You don’t have to do that. They believe that you are in Los Angeles. I told them that.”
“Howls!” Millies snapped at him.
“Millies, please? It happened so fast. The first one that I could reach was Trevor. I wanted to warn him that he should go back to USA.” Corny defended himself.
Millies frowned at him. “Where is your phone? Give me your phone.” She ordered.
Unable to raise an argument, Corny slid his hand in his coat pocket and took out his phone. Millies snatched it from him and walked to an opposite end of the corridor to check it.

“I am not going back to USA Howls. And if I must, I will surrender myself to SOHOT.” Trevor said and swallowed. “I cannot let anything bad happen to Maggie. Not to her. She is a very sweet and lovely woman. And you. You have ever been so good to me.”
“Trevor… I know how much you care for me and my for family but, I want to fix this, I am sure that, there will be a way to do that without including you, giving yourself up.”
“Howls. You are not only my friend. You’re my family. You are like a brother to me. We have been through a lot together. I can never and I would never want to put myself first before you or Maggie. Howls. You have to understand that, I am willing to do anything, to keep you safe.”
“No, Trevor. That is my job.” Corny disagreed, loudly. “I could never put your life at risk. Not only because, of your father’s trust in me but also because, I care for you too.”
“But, Maggie-”
“I’ll find a way.” Corny interrupted him. “Besides that, you don’t even know what the SOHOT wants with you.”
“Maybe I don’t but, if it will return Maggie back to you, I will do anything.”
Corny sighed, shaking his head. He never thought that it could come to that. Choosing between his wife, his unborn child and Trevor.
Millies came back. “I already sent the numbers to the Unit. They will be able to locate the caller.”
“Thank you.” Corny said.
Millies nodded and turned to Trevor. “You also have to leave this country. Get in touch with your bodyguard and tell him that you are going back.”
“I am not going anywhere Millies.” Trevor said to her and turned to Corny. “Please find me when you guys find anything. I’ll get in touch with my brother.”
Corny nodded. “Alright.”
Trevor pat Corny’s shoulder before leaving, "We'll find Maggie." He promised.


***


Meanwhile Maggreth Howls woke up from an induced coma. She opened her eyes and immediately shut them after meeting very bright light coming from above her head.
When her eyelids adapted to the light, she lifted them again. Just then, she realized that her hands and feet were tied. 
She was seated in a wooden chair. She knew that when, she heard a creak when she tried to move.
“Hallo?” she called but, only a full minute after being conscious.
Within the sixty seconds, she recalled what happened to her. She remembered meeting Howls and him telling her that, there were bad people coming after her and Trevor.
She also recalled that she found out that she was pregnant.
She chose not to panic. She knew and hoped that her husband will figure out a way to rescue her. She trusted him with her life.

“Anyone there?” she called again, in a lower voice like the first time.
Maggie was not looking for her assailants, she was looking for any crew member behind the radios in the University.
She knew that, it was almost vain to hope that, the security crew that guarded Trevor in the University had not left. Of course Howls would have stayed behind to look for her but, he would not have the crew’s equipment.
“Please somebody, help me?” she whispered when a ting sounded.
There were voices over the receiver implanted in her ear.
Maggie sighed with relief. Henry… she reckoned inwardly with hope.
“No father, I just… am not feeling well, that is why.” Henry came again, closer this time.
Where is he? Maggie thought.
“But, Trevor my son, you have been avoiding me ever since you returned here.”
It was Mr. Tommy’s voice.
Maggreth furrowed her eyebrows. Father? How?
“Trevor. C’mon, tell me, what is the problem?” Mr. Tommy asked.
Just then, Maggreth heard footsteps into the room that she was in. Feeling scared, she begun panting.
Her breaths were probably audible in Trevor’s or Henry’s room because a second later, Mr. Tommy came, “Why is it that you keep the radio on son? You are already home and that is all that matters.”
“Oh. It automatically turns on when there is a human voice. So, I guess that, it turned on when we came in. I’ll switch it off now.”
Maggreth wanted to shout in disapprove, just before the receiver in her ear went dead.

“Maggreth Holws.” A lady’s voice sounded only a few steps from where Maggie was, drawing attention from her.
Maggie gasped. She was on her own then. She could not avoid panicking. “Who are you? What do you want from me?”
“Sh sh. You don’t have to shout.” The woman sounded aggravatingly. “With you, not so much.”
Maggie begun to cry. “Please? Let me go.” She begged.
“Not yet. First, we want you tell us about Trevor.”
We? Maggie thought. Her and?
“Silence, hah?” the lady came again. “Just what I like. Bucket, one.” The lady said before Maggreth felt a lot of water poured over her body.
She cried, feeling her robe soak and water dribbling over her face and hair. Oh my God what are they going to do to me? She wondered, silently.
“Mrs. Howls, do you feel the cords tying you to the chair?” the lady asked. But, without waiting for Maggie’s reply, she went on. “Well, they are uninsulated live wires, transmitting at least 500 volts of electricity. With just one shock, you could get liquefied. Now, tell me about Trevor.”
Maggie popped her eyes out with terror.  She did not want to die. Not now when she was going to have Howls’ baby.
“Please don’t kill me.” She cried. “Please. Please?” she begged.
“Are you willing to tell us about Trevor?”
“Anything, anything I swear.” She cried.
There was a short pause. “Good. All we need is your answer for one simple question. Is Trevor Tommy in England?”
Maggreth froze.
She expected to have to eulogize Trevor and not to answer a direct question.
“One?” the lady called.
“Wait!” Maggreth cried. “I don’t know. I swear. What I know is that… we were going to leave England. But, I was captured before that, I don’t know if he stayed or left. I swear to you.”
“Is that so?” the lady asked.
“It’s all I know. I promise.” Maggreth cried.
“Why did you hesitate, then?”
Maggreth gulped.
She hesitated because, she realized that, Henry took Trevor’s place in LA and perhaps, Trevor stayed behind to assist Howls in finding her.
There was a door that sounded to be opened and a voice followed. “Let her be and maybe dress her up.”
Two? Maggie thought in her head.
It was a man’s voice. “Hannah sent a message, the boy’s in London. We’ll need the woman safe and fit for the exchange.”
Exchange? Maggie thought. “You’re going to exchange my life for Trevor's?” she dared to ask.
“More than that, Mrs. Howls. But, it’s not for you to know. Release her, one and get the guys to clean her up.”


It was then that signals begun transmitting in the receiver but, unlucky for Maggie, she felt dizzy and fainted. 


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Sunday, November 22, 2015

HAMERTON 2 Chapter 4- Hannah Pared

HAMERTON 2
Thank you God for this opportunity.


Hamerton. A large school offering the finest Education to the students of the state and overseas. Natalie joins this school arriving from Brooklyn and she has grief over her lost friends who were murdered in Hamerton. She teams up with Ingrid and their fellow seniors against the House of Representatives to prevent a bomb blast that could cause a large massacre.
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Chapter 4: Hannah Pared
“Corny Howls?” A heavy voice sounded over Corny’s cellphone when he received it.
“Yes. Who’s this?” Corny asked.
“We have your wife.”


***


Mrs. Bradley sat on the couch of the living room of her house, reading a women’s magazine.
A few days had gone by since she gave her statement at the police station, concerning Simon’s case. She was not called to the station again and individually, decided not to keep track of what happened to Simon’s murderer.
“Mmh. This seems interesting.” She said to herself as she came to a clause on the magazine. “How to quickly loose the excess belly skin after giving_” she read right before the front door sounded knocking.
“Oh.” She said, twisting her head to face the house entrance. “That must be Grey. He has been out with Junior since morning and he did not even care to mention where he was taking him.”
She got on her feet and slid her feet into her indoor slippers.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

The door sounded again.
“Coming!” she called, shuffling her way to the door. She unfastened the locks. “Grey, where did you guys go?” she asked, right before she opened it.
Her mouth dropped open when she beheld her husband, Nathan, standing behind the door in a traditional suit, holding their child. Greyson stood behind them, leaning on some luggage.
“Surprise!” Greyson said, when Mrs. Bradley became speechless with gladness.
As Mr. Bradley watched, his wife broke into a laughter and tears of joy.
Mr. Bradley smiled back. “C’mon honey? Aren't you going to let us in?”
“Nathan.” She reckoned, hugging him and the baby.
“I missed you too Diana.” Mr. Bradley replied.
She released tears of joy and drew back only to give him a long passionate kiss.
Greyson took the liberty to open the door wide and walk in with one suitcase. “I’ll leave you lovebirds alone.” He said, taking the luggage to another room.
The couple drew apart, laughing at each other.
“You almost hurt the baby.” He teased her.
“No, he was fine, I’m sure.”
He just smiled.
She took her hand, leading him inside the house. “What’s up with the attire and why didn't you tell me that you were coming?” she asked, also receiving the baby from him.
“Oh. This,” he touched his orange colored shirt, embroidered by black and yellow flowers. “It’s called Khanga.”
“I know that.”
“Yeah. So, it’s a souvenir.”
“Well, it looks great on you.”
“Thank you. I got you a pair as well. It’s in one of the suitcases. Khanga is the main dress code in Tanzania.”
“Thank you honey for remembering me.” She said, and gave him another kiss. “So, tell me why you didn't let me know that you were arriving today.”
He laughed a little. “I just wanted to give my darling wife a surprise.”
She beamed at him. “Aaw you are so sweet.”
Greyson returned to the room, scurrying to the door to get the other suitcases.
“Greyson?” Mrs. Bradley called him after she and Mr. Bradley, sat on one of the long sofas of the living room.
“Yes Mrs. Bradley?” Greyson replied, halting at the doorway.
“When you’re done with that, please come join us with some drinks from the fridge.”
“Thank you Mrs. Bradley.” Grey said, smiling.
The lady turned back to her husband. “So, how was your trip and everything? Will you tell us, Nathan Junior and me?”
Mr. Bradley sighed first with exhaustion. “Well, it was great. I will give you details later, you tell me first how you and the baby have been faring.”
She smiled. “We are okay.”
“Really? That’s great to hear then.” he said and peeped into the baby’s blanket. “Have I missed baby’s first steps?”
She laughed. “Nathan! No. He is hardly six months old.”
“Oh. That is good. So, Junior, you are going to have your daddy to teach you how to walk.” He said to the baby.
Mrs. Bradley furrowed her eyebrows, queering her husband’s statement.
He noticed the expression on his wife’s face and smiled at her. “Yes Diana. I am home for good.”


***


Natalie sat behind a monitor of one of the desktop computers in the computer lab of the Chief building of Hamerton.
After resigning from being President, a lot of students showed dissatisfaction with her decision. Many of them called her President, making commotion in the hallways and in the cafeteria, when she went for her meals with the local students.
Some of the teachers also told her that she should run for the position again. But, Natalie did not want to. She had her own plans.
“The students love you.” Ingrid said, occupying a chair beside Natalie behind the computer desk.
Natalie sighed. “We have been through this Ingrid. Whatever you, Ivan or anyone else say, I am not going back to being President.”
“But, why? You said in your speech that you love to govern Hamerton.”
“No doubt about that. I love following Trevor’s footsteps. But, I just want to be normal.”
“Normal, Natalie? Who says that, it ain't normal to be President?”
Natalie remained silent, waiting to log in to her email account.
Ingrid sighed. “Natalie? Think about it.”
Natalie shook her head a little. “No. I am not and I won’t.”
“Okay. So, what about saving Hamerton?”
Natalie twisted her head to face her. “Even you can do that. Just run for President.”
“Natalie, I am not as accepted as you are.”
“Of course you are. You are bright, smart, honest… a President material.” She said and turned back to the screen.
“That is not all that it takes. Hey, do you really think that of me?” Ingrid said and added before Natalie had the chance to consent or deny. “Well, I don’t know if I can stand in front of a big crowd and give a speech like you did yesterday.”
“Wait.”
“Wait what?”
“I've got a reply from Caitlin.” Natalie announced with excitement.
Ingrid raised her eyebrows, turning to the screen.
She noticed Caitlin’s name along with her new email address, on top of other Facebook mails of Natalie. “Open it. Quickly!”
“It’s loading.”
“Oh, wow. She remembered us.”
“See, I told you that she used this new email.” Natalie said before the email opened.


Hallo Natalie. I am so sorry for not contacting you all this time but, be sure that, I was thinking about you.
My dad warned me not to communicate with you for the good of my security since, as you may have already know that, I was the target of bad people in your school.
I still can’t talk freely but, I miss you so much.
Tell me how you are faring as soon as you get this message.
Yours truly,
Caitlin.


“Reply Natalie, come on.” Ingrid urged her.
“Okay, okay. Amh… poor her that, she had to go through what she went through.” Natalie said, typing. “But, she is missing us.”
“Tell her that you are with me.”
“Sure.” Natalie agreed, typing;


Hey Caitlin.
I miss you very much as well. We, actually. I am with Ingrid right now. You must remember her from Brimstone.
We thought that, you were dead. I am so sorry for what happened to you.my dear friend Caitlin.
How did you escape?


“Natalie? Why did you ask her that? We already know how she run away.” Ingrid reproached Natalie as soon as she sent the message.
“Well, I just want to know more details. Coming from her, you understand.”
Ingrid turned to the screen, satisfied with Natalie’s reasons. “Okay. She must be a fast typist. There’s another message from her.”


Erin set me free and working with Mr. Dickson, I was able to contact my father. He sent me a ticket to Canada. He said that, my brother should remain behind and finish school. Since then, I have been living here, in Canada.


“Strange for her not to mention the year that she was in depression or something.” Ingrid commented after reading the email.
“Ingrid? Perhaps she wants to forget that part of her life.”
“If you say so.”
Natalie wrote;


I am very sorry but, the most important thing is that, you are alive.


Caitlin replied;


Truly. I thank God. Tell me. How did you find out about that sect in Hamerton?


Natalie said;


Erin told me. But, don’t worry. We have a badge that could crash their plans. The President’s badge.
According to Trevor, it can decode the bombs that the sect are planning to use to destroy Hamerton.


Caitlin said;


Oh. Erin, may her soul rest in peace. So, you have the President’s badge to help you save the school? How does it work? Who invented it, Trevor Tommy?


Natalie paused, typing at that message. “How does she know that Erin died?” she wondered loudly.
“Yeah. I admit that, that’s strange. Ask her how she does?” Ingrid suggested.
Natalie did.


How do you know that Erin died?


There was no reply.
Natalie asked again.


I learnt from Ralph.


“That explains everything.” Ingrid said, having read Caitlin’s response email.
There was another message from Caitlin.


Trevor is a hero. It was great of him to create a counter attack plan. Like that badge. I imagine that it was his idea, right?


Natalie wrote;


Yes. Have you also spoken to him? I gave him your email.


Caitlin replied;


No. Not yet. Where is he anyway? Did he graduate? Is he back in USA?


Natalie said;


No. Last I heard was that, he is in London.


Caitlin asked;


Oh really? He said that to you? That must be a good thing for you dear. Ralph told me that you two were going out.


Natalie smiled reading the text.


You are making blush. Yeah we are going out. But, no. He did not personally tell me that he is in London. But, hey, there are a lot of things we have to catch up; with you and well me and Trevor…. You know J


Caitlin also sent Natalie stickers.


Yes dear. Well, I still don’t have a boyfriend but, I am okay.
And Ingrid? Is she seeing anyone?


Natalie giggled, writing on Ingrid’s behalf.


She was dating this traitor guy, Steven. But, they are over now. Ingrid doesn't have long lasting relationships.


Ingrid beat Natalie at this. “Natalie!” she snapped at her. “Steven was not a traitor and it is not true that, I don’t have long lasting relationships.”
“Of course it is true.”
Ingrid shook her head. “And hey, how do you know that Trevor is in England? I know I don’t. Were you told?”
“Yeah. By Henry. Trevor is in England.” Natalie replied proudly, typing a response message to Caitlin.
“Okay… but, how is that supposed to be special? Hasn't he always been in England?”
“Well, yeah but, this time, his father wanted to send him back to California so he asked Henry to take his place.”
“Oh. That is typical for Trevor. He never liked to stay with his father.”
“Can you imagine? Henry also added that Corny’s wife was kidnapped and that Trevor’s life and mine are in danger.”
Ingrid was shocked. “What? Maggie was kidnapped?”
“Is that the name of Corny’s wife?”
Ingrid sighed and remained silent, digesting the news.
“Ingrid. What do you think? Trevor’s life could be in a very big danger?”
“Because he has Henry and his other duplicates to back him up, not that much. The one that I am worried about is Maggie. She is married to a police officer and she is strong but, she may not have the courage to withstand torture or whatever her kidnappers could give her.”
Natalie paused typing. “Oh. What are we going to do now?” she asked, already getting worried.
Ingrid was silent, thinking.
Natalie decided to send the message to Caitlin.


Hey Caitlin. Sorry but, I have to go. We have a lot of things in our hands right now.
Okay, catch you later.


After waiting for a few seconds, Caitlin’s message came.


Alright. Bye.


“Maybe, we should just stay indoors.” Ingrid suggested.
“That’s strange.” Natalie commented.
“Strange what?” Ingrid asked, glancing at the computer screen.
“Caitlin always uses farewell when we parted.”
Ingrid chuckled. “C’mon Natalie, bye is the fastest bidding. Maybe it was the closest word to her mind at that moment. Besides that, three years have already gone by, maybe she already forgot your ‘farewell’.”
Natalie nodded and begun to sign out of her email dress. “C’mon, let’s go to discuss that issue outside of here.”
“Alright.” Ingrid agreed and they left together.



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