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TITLE - Arcane Revenge GENRE-Romance TROPE-Betrayal and revenge, CEO. THEMES - Anger, Revenge, Hatred and Love SETTINGS-Modern day city, New York city, 21st Century BLURB- "That very day was not as bright as always, in fact it was cloudy, the sky was dark and clouds gathered ready to cry out loud. Maybe the sky really wants Justice" Marcus thought as he stare blankly at the people surrounded by coffin as they gently lay it down below, six feet far into the ground. He wasn't ready and never expected this. But what could he do knowing fully well that the case was closed and there was nothing he could do about it, At least not Now, They don't know him yet so he needs to strategize and plan ahead. Marcus Moreno was 14 when the news of his sisters death reach, facts is, she died on his birthday and he had waited all day for her. He did not actually know what really caused his sisters death but one thing was sure, the suit case she had hidden in the cabinet would give out the necessary information he needed but the problem was he was never allowed to live alone in the house again. He was taken to a foster home by his neighbors, and that was where he grew up. Characterization Protagonists - Marcus Moreno- A young man in his mid twenties, orphaned at a young he age and sent to a foster home where he grew up in. He plotted his revenge against Victor Don Rylan who killed the only Family he had left. He was the lover to Don Rylan's daughter and used her pretty well to his advantage. ANTAGONIST - Victor Don Rylan- A multi-billionaire who was feared all throughout the society. He has connections and was rumored to own a dirty drug business. SUPPORTING CHARACTER - Jemima Rylan- Don Rylan's only Daughter from his ex-wife. She was an 18 year old girl and very beautiful. She grew found of Marcus and Loved him dearly. - Alisa Santiago Rylan- Don Rylan's trophy wife, she was a big personnel in the entertainment world and held so much power there. She was also a piece of attraction for Don Rylan and help him solve so many cases including that of Marcus sister, due to this, Don Rylan held her closed and cherished her so well. - Joanna Steven- Don Rylan's ex wife who was assumed to be dead. Plot - Exposition Marcus Moreno was 14 when the news of his sisters death reached him. 10 years had passed and Marcus was all grown and ready to start his revenge mission, but first he must gain the trust of Don Rylan. Sweeping his way into the family, and crashing them from within, he came in as a worker to work for Don Rylan. As time went on, he made his way into the heart of Jemima, Don Rylan's daughter and plotted to use her to make his plans work out. - Inciting Incident While all these were going on, Marcus found out that on the day his sister died, Mrs Joanna, Don Rylan's first wife went missing and up until then no one's has found her. He also found out that all the cctv cameras regarding that day was delated. With these findings, one thing was sure, whoever killed his sisters, knew what happened to Mrs Joanna. He made his way down to the house that he lived with his sister in-search of the suitcase his sister hid but it wasn't there anymore. According to the information he gathered, a lady had come in few years back requesting for it and a search was made in the house, and when the suitcase was found she left. But who was the lady? Who else knew about this particular suitcase? So many questions filled his mind as her left the place. - Rising Action Marcos came in contact with Linda, Joanna's best friend. She was rather not well and was currently suffering from Amnesia. With the help of Jemima, he sneaked in the right medication for her in other to get information from her. He discovered that Mrs Joanna had been the woman that took the suitcase, but the question now is how did she know about the suitcase. - Climax Linda was found dead in her room, with not enough evidence as to what cause her death, this shattered Marcus who was so close to getting the last piece of information from her. Later on, he receives note from Mrs Joanna who begged for his help asking him to save her before it was too late. Jemima found out about Marcus mission and was heartbroken, refusing to believe he has been using her all these time yet wanting to help out to find out what really happened to her mother. - Denouncement At the end, Jemima kept on poisoning her dad and his Wife using one seed of the green apple seed everyday to archive a slow rate of death and a drug meant for people with high blood pressure, without the knowledge of Marcus. The truth finally came out and Mrs Joanna came back to the mansion as it was later revealed that she's was the rightful owner of the house and even the business that was ran by Don Rylan. Marcus left Jemima with a note that his mission was over but Jemima was already pregnant with a child for him.

Chapter 1 The Death and Burial

...... "no.. no.. no!!.. she screamed, running into the hall way, dragging her injured ankle as she struggles to get away. ..."I'll kill you myself before you get a chance you fool! Just hand it over " came a thicker voice, his shadow thick as he walked down approaching her. With each step she took, her ankle became weaker. Blood stains everywhere, she knew she wasn ' t going to escape but she needed to. Turning back she saw a door that lead to the garden, she just knew she had to try. With the last strength she could mutter, She lifted herself up, she struggled to the door.

... "submit yourself to me you crazy ingrate" the voice yelled, as he laughed approaching her, ... .your going nowhere, he said reaching for a wounded ankle and pulling it. " Arrhhhh!!! " She screamed, cursing out, holding her hands by the door in other not to be dragged, she reached for a the only weapon her head to think of, a rod, though rusty and old but was better than nothing, she struck him hard on the arm. He let out a scream releasing her ankle as she crawled out of the hallway and into the garden, crying and struggling. Just then a shadow came from the garden, all on black, she could see the shadow, stretching her hands she begged for help, and boom something heavy hit her head, at this point she felt dizzy, looking at the face that was there,she couldn ' t believe her eyes, the lady who she thought was with her was actually her killer. Just before she could utter another word, she was hit a second time, this time around she laid flat, her face upwards into the night sky, starring at the sky as the clouds began to cry for mercy, drops by drops, it watered her face as she slowly gave up, knowing fully well it was over.

The sky was grey, the clouds heavy with the promise of rain. The burial ground was filled with people, all gathered to pay their respects to the deceased. Marcus stood at the back, his eyes fixed on the coffin as the pastor prayed over it. The words were familiar, but the emotion was raw. Marcus was only 14, and the loss of his sister was still fresh. It stung him like a bee sting sending cold shivers down his spines. He gazed at the coffin in a blank state, not knowing what to do nor say, but just then, a figure caught his eye. A young girl, pretty and charming, no more than 8 years old, with piercing blue eyes and curly brown hair. She smiled at him, and Marcus felt a pang in his chest. She made a love sign with her hand, and Marcus's heart skipped a beat. He didn't know who she was, but her smile touched him in a way he couldn't explain. The pastor said the last prayer, and the mourners began to move forward to pay their respects. Marcus watched as the little girl turned and smiled at him again, this time with a hint of mischief in her eyes. She was surrounded by people dressed in black, their attire a stark contrast to the bright colors of the flowers that adorned the coffin. But just something about her was different, as she waved at him a little bit, the chain in her hands dangled beautiful dancing as she waved them, and then there was this beautiful padlock tattoo, small but captivating he captured too as she waved, she was just amazing, he thought o himself. As the mourners began to disperse, Marcus stayed back. The rain started to pour down, but he didn't notice. He was lost in thought, his mind consumed by the memory of his sister. He remembered the way she used to laugh, the way she used to tease him. The pain of her loss was still raw, and Marcus felt like he was drowning in it. He was lost in his emotions and knew that he wouldn't rest till he have gotten his revenge, At least to bring those who killed his sister to Justice, but he was too young to do anything. The little girl's smile lingered in his mind, a beacon of hope in a sea of despair. He felt a sense of resolve growing within him. He would find out who was responsible for his sister's death, and he would make them pay. The little girl's smile had given him a sense of purpose, a sense of direction. Marcus didn't know who she was or why she had smiled at him, but he felt a sense of calm wash over him. It was as if she had reached out and touched his heart, and for a moment, the pain had receded, he felt beautiful butterflies in his tummy as her thoughts ran through his head, she was there, in his darkness and drowning state, she was there to brighten it up, giving him hope and Rays of light. Though she was little, but he knew she was different, he just knew. As the rain continued to pour down, Marcus's eyes narrowed, his jaw set in determination. He would not rest until justice was served. He would not rest until he had avenged his sister's death. The rain pounded against his skin, but he didn't feel it. He was consumed by his anger, his desire for revenge. He stood there, filled with anger and quest for revenge, the little girl turned again, their eyes locked and for a minute, he felt connected to the girl. She smiled at him again, this time from a distance. Marcus felt a jolt of recognition, a sense of connection. He didn't know who she was, but he knew that he would never forget her smile. The mourners were leaving now, their black attire a stark contrast to the brightness of the flowers. Marcus watched as they filed past him, their faces somber and serious. He knew that he would never forget this day, this moment. It was a turning point in his life, a moment that would shape him into the person he would become. As the last of the mourners disappeared into the distance, Marcus turned and walked away. The rain pounded against his skin, but he didn't feel it. He was consumed by his anger, his desire for revenge. He knew that he would never rest until justice was served, until he had avenged his sister's death. But he didn't let it consume him, and he would make sure that they suffered as much as he had suffered. He would make sure that each and everyone involved in his sister's disappearance and now death will be exposed and brought to Justice. He was angered by the thought that the case concerning his sister's murder was closed without any form of Justice done, he knew at his young age that whosoever was involved in this has money, the power and influence to stop Justice from happening and his dear sister was a victim of this cruel act. The burial ground was empty now, the coffin covered in flowers as the rain poured down heavily, washing the flowers always as if beckoning to Marcus for Justice. Marcus stood there for a moment, his eyes fixed on the grave. And then, with a sense of relief, Marcus turned and walked away. The rain pounded against his skin, but he didn't feel it. He was consumed by his anger, his desire for revenge. He knew that he would never rest until justice was served, until he had avenged his sister who died in a rather mysterious way, with no full evidence of what had really happened to her.