Chapter Five
Note: This chapter's a bit short. I'm still developing the story. It's getting a bit complicated.
Joe was out in the streets. It was easy to spot him from the crowd. He was wearing a cloak covering his arms and legs to hide the scars left behind by his previous injury. He knew where Smith was hidden now. Amos's death was not intentional. It was by sheer accident. The knife that was placed that was meant for Smith. He just had to head back to the warehouse to figure out where they were heading for.
Frank contacted his Dad immediately after entering Pete's site. He had read on more about his journal entries and printed it out.
18th January 2002
Amos had just celebrated his 28th birthday. It's been a while since we actually talked. He had been busy with the concert schedules. The guests had just left and the house's quiet again. I stared on at Amos from my room and discovered that he was different from what he was before he became a full time drummer working under Joaquin. Amos had not been smiling at all. He looks tired and unhappy. I told him not to work for Joaquin but he wouldn't listen. That's typical of him. He's always opposing me. .
Frank was smiling as he read the last line. That sounded just too familiar to him. Amos was exactly like Joe, playing the role of a younger brother. There were more entries at different dates.
18th February 2002
Amos came back again. He's changed for the worst. I've never seen him that ill tempered before. He came home drunk and sorrow. I heard him muttering something about being Joaquin's shadow. I told him not to. . He wouldn't listened. .
18th March 2002
Amos and I quarreled. He wouldn't quit his job. He still wouldn't listen to me. He said that Joaquin was his friend. He barely knew that guy. He was just an employee. I'm his manager. I should know him better. Amos isn't getting the credits he deserved. Joaquin gets the limelight. All singers do. That's unfair to my brother. I'm definitely doing something about this. Joaquin doesn't know a thing about my relation with Amos. I'm definitely teaching him a lesson.
After reading the third entry, Frank noticed the repetition in the date. His entry was updated every month on the 18th. What could be so special about the date? He tried printing the fourth entry and cursed when he saw the outcome. It was just a blank piece of paper. He had run out of ink. He just had to get a new one later.
Smith was in another room. He was blindfolded. He had just eaten an hour ago, yet he could feel his stomach growling again. He wondered what was going on. Why haven't they contacted his manager? A person trying to unveil his blindfold interrupted his thoughts.
"Hey, what's going on?" Smith asked agitatedly. He was in a room filled with strangers. Suddenly, he saw Pete. He was glad to see a familiar looking face.
"Pete! It's good to see you! Do you have the ransom money?" Smith asked excitedly. Pete sneered. His smile was no longer friendly.
"Joaquin, it's been a while since we met. Do you know something? I'm not here to rescue you; I'm here to tell you a story. ." Pete answered in a harsh tone.
"Can't you stop the bullshit and just give them the money. I've got no time for story." Smith yelled into Pete's face.
"Well, you will have all the time in the world after my story. My brother's dead now. You may join him!" Pete yelled in return. His trap was meant for Smith and yet his brother became the innocent victim.
Smith was puzzled. "Brother? What do you mean?"
Pete smiled sneakily. "Be patient. The story will be told in a while. ."
Joe soon arrived in the warehouse. He could not remember what had happened, but the place was definitely not organized. He walked a few steps ahead and kicked on something hard. He looked down to see a can. There was an address that caught his attention. The manufacturing factory was located in a place, which is on the other end of the town. He remembered that the factory had closed down a few months ago due to some unsettled bill. There was a possibility that they could have headed on there. Joe went downtown, preparing to hail a cab to head for his destination.
Note: This chapter's a bit short. I'm still developing the story. It's getting a bit complicated.
Joe was out in the streets. It was easy to spot him from the crowd. He was wearing a cloak covering his arms and legs to hide the scars left behind by his previous injury. He knew where Smith was hidden now. Amos's death was not intentional. It was by sheer accident. The knife that was placed that was meant for Smith. He just had to head back to the warehouse to figure out where they were heading for.
Frank contacted his Dad immediately after entering Pete's site. He had read on more about his journal entries and printed it out.
18th January 2002
Amos had just celebrated his 28th birthday. It's been a while since we actually talked. He had been busy with the concert schedules. The guests had just left and the house's quiet again. I stared on at Amos from my room and discovered that he was different from what he was before he became a full time drummer working under Joaquin. Amos had not been smiling at all. He looks tired and unhappy. I told him not to work for Joaquin but he wouldn't listen. That's typical of him. He's always opposing me. .
Frank was smiling as he read the last line. That sounded just too familiar to him. Amos was exactly like Joe, playing the role of a younger brother. There were more entries at different dates.
18th February 2002
Amos came back again. He's changed for the worst. I've never seen him that ill tempered before. He came home drunk and sorrow. I heard him muttering something about being Joaquin's shadow. I told him not to. . He wouldn't listened. .
18th March 2002
Amos and I quarreled. He wouldn't quit his job. He still wouldn't listen to me. He said that Joaquin was his friend. He barely knew that guy. He was just an employee. I'm his manager. I should know him better. Amos isn't getting the credits he deserved. Joaquin gets the limelight. All singers do. That's unfair to my brother. I'm definitely doing something about this. Joaquin doesn't know a thing about my relation with Amos. I'm definitely teaching him a lesson.
After reading the third entry, Frank noticed the repetition in the date. His entry was updated every month on the 18th. What could be so special about the date? He tried printing the fourth entry and cursed when he saw the outcome. It was just a blank piece of paper. He had run out of ink. He just had to get a new one later.
Smith was in another room. He was blindfolded. He had just eaten an hour ago, yet he could feel his stomach growling again. He wondered what was going on. Why haven't they contacted his manager? A person trying to unveil his blindfold interrupted his thoughts.
"Hey, what's going on?" Smith asked agitatedly. He was in a room filled with strangers. Suddenly, he saw Pete. He was glad to see a familiar looking face.
"Pete! It's good to see you! Do you have the ransom money?" Smith asked excitedly. Pete sneered. His smile was no longer friendly.
"Joaquin, it's been a while since we met. Do you know something? I'm not here to rescue you; I'm here to tell you a story. ." Pete answered in a harsh tone.
"Can't you stop the bullshit and just give them the money. I've got no time for story." Smith yelled into Pete's face.
"Well, you will have all the time in the world after my story. My brother's dead now. You may join him!" Pete yelled in return. His trap was meant for Smith and yet his brother became the innocent victim.
Smith was puzzled. "Brother? What do you mean?"
Pete smiled sneakily. "Be patient. The story will be told in a while. ."
Joe soon arrived in the warehouse. He could not remember what had happened, but the place was definitely not organized. He walked a few steps ahead and kicked on something hard. He looked down to see a can. There was an address that caught his attention. The manufacturing factory was located in a place, which is on the other end of the town. He remembered that the factory had closed down a few months ago due to some unsettled bill. There was a possibility that they could have headed on there. Joe went downtown, preparing to hail a cab to head for his destination.