Best Fiction Book series: Unfinished Business Too – Christopher Flier and Debra Pire
Chapter 1 Redemptive Resurrection 
Username: Gabriel Marion
The name is Gabriel Marion for now. We may have met before but I highly doubt it is by my new names.
Time does help to heal things but sometimes not fully.
I have not written since my last “death”. As you may have already guessed, I used to be Christopher Flier.
To be as straight forward as possible; the person Debra Pire shot was not me.
The man she sniped down begged for a living by the side of the road. He was insignificant enough to be forgotten by society and perfect to be my bait. His name was Michael Pirie. I was one of the only few people who cared enough to give him money and buy him food on regular occasions. He thought I was being nice. However, I was only doing that because his looks, body shape, and size were similar to mine. He was simply an investment that paid off:
“Bonjour Monsieur,” Michael respectfully greeted me as usual.
“Bonjour Michael, how are you doing today?”
“I am doing great sir, merci,” Michael said in a thick French accent.
“I left my suitcase in my car,” I said to Michael. “Bring it to me, will you?”
“Yes sir.”
“Here.”
I took off my long, black suit and fedora. “Wear this so people would not think you are stealing my car.” I smiled as I said that. Michael smiled back and took the suit and fedora. He had such joy in his eyes wearing those things.
He was more than happy to do my bidding. I noticed that he liked that I trusted him enough to send him on that type of errand. He laughed and thanked me.
“À bientôt Monsieur!” Michael uttered, saying he would see me soon.
I nodded my head in response as I watch the man running, in a hurry, to take my place in death from the hands of my former partner. At that moment, I observed a few seconds of silence for my dear bait. I was not bothered enough to write a poem on his behalf, but I wrote one that night:
Dreamer
I need that capable enough to quench my starving soul’s thirst
I need that capable of directing me to the path of joy
I need that capable of making the mirror image of myself in my mind always perfect
I need that capable of turning my sorrows into strong motivations for the pursuit of happiness
I need that capable of bringing peace to the monsters that lives in my head
I need that powerful enough to make words move like water into the minds of the thirsty
I need that which makes me undefeatable at all times compulsory and deemed necessary
I need my strength wisdom and spirit at the highest of levels never dreamed possible or attainable
I want to be a force difficult to surpass
I want to be proud of the world because I helped build it to betterlaity
I want to be able to make words like betterlaity
I want to win all my failures over to the side only champions know about
I want to belief in a better world than this present one I want to help make a difference
I want to be differently unique
I want to be genuine at all times
I want to become a better man through the way I treat the reality I live in
I want to break the rules of limitations and veer off towards dream thought impossible
I want to be an impossible phenomenon in this world of mine
I want to shine
My needs and wants are the same to me
So by the power invested in me through faith and serendipity,
I need what I want, and I want what I need
Ihaven’tnotified Debra of my well-being, but I’m
sure she knows. The event went to easy to have been me she shot dead that way.
I had recently been working on building a profile on a chatting website under the name Gabriel Marion. Also, a few minutes before I started writing this very paragraph, I mailed a parcel out to her under Debra’s new name, Sophia Trucia, so she knows I am coming.
I know this because it was one of those things we did, while we were assassins and lovers. Debra and I made each other ten lists of somewhat unique names that we get to change into, if need be. We promised each other no matter what happens, we will always use it.
All I had to do was search the several names and thoroughly investigate the identity of the individual. Since I addressed my parcel from the name Gabriel Marion, I am certain she knows where I am too.
If Debra agrees to my terms contained in the parcel, we shall both be in touch:
Sophia Trucia,
I see you, and I am sure you see me too. Let us play a game; we both write through the same medium for our chronicle’s sake until death does one of us apart. If you agree to my terms, the next chapter shall be yours to write.
The parcel also, contains information that has an exclusive website I created. The website can only be accessed by one person at a time, and also with one password; the combination of our previous last names starting with mine. This means you are able to create personal messages in which only you can access it. I am sure you can figure it out.
I hope you are glad you did not find a bomb in the parcel, because I seriously thought about it. But that will be too forgiven on my path.
With hunting pleasure,
Gabriel Marion.
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Chapter 2
Gabriel Marion
Username: Sophia Truce
Christopher, my Christopher lives. The most beautiful man I have ever came across lives on!
Christopher never ceases to amaze me. Admittedly, I felt the greatest sense of relief, when I figured he was still alive. But then I started to become angry when I think about the aguish I had to go through, when I thought he was dead.
Nevertheless, this parcel came at the right time. I am beginning to get extremely bored with my living condition. I have been hired as personal assistant to the German ambassador for Italy and his wife. It pays well. The fact that I am having a secret affair with one of them made it worth my while for a bit. Mr. Von Sandova Roy thinks his wife; Patricia is at her book reading session, when she
meets with me. Mr. Von was no saint either. He had been asking me on several dates since the second week I was hired. I recorded several of his advances towards me and offered to sell each copy to him for a million dollars a piece. I have sold three so far.
However, Patricia was a different case. I had to seduce her. Her beautiful face, gorgeous smooth skin and well-rounded buttocks was a good distraction from my worries. I like that she was also, well-manicured, with excellent pedicures, and has straight white teeth.
I am sure she is in love with me.
“Why do I feel like my life just begun?” she says to me last night. “Let us run away together Sophia. You and I anywhere you want.”
“You are the wife to a German Ambassador,” I said in my flawless British accent. “That may be difficult to pull off.”
“In the short time you have been with us… No, in the short time you have been with me, I have felt nothing but joy with you.”
“Let us, forget about our worries for now and enjoy the moment,” I said as I kissed her long enough to make her quiet.
I had to shut her up. Her high infatuation for me had been easily mistaken for real love.
I don’t say I blame her. It was a sensitive period in her life as she so puts it. Patricia was getting tired of her loveless
marriage with a husband that constantly cheated on her. It was simply perfect timing for me. All of the happening between the couples further makes my job secure with them until I deem it.
But now, I think I can bare it a lot longer. I have taken it upon myself to carefully secure this particular part of the site that I am using, to write, so other users including my Christopher will not easily have access to it.
Dear Gabriel Marion,
I propose a new start Gabriel. I did not realize how much I enjoy you in my life until you went missing from it. You and I have shared similar uniqueness in our life experiences. That makes anything possible between us.
You can keep denying it whole heartedly angel but you cannot deny your feelings for me anymore than you can deny the blue sky. That is why pulling the trigger after I shot her, felt impossible to your nerves and why there is no bomb in the parcel you sent.
I knew something was off about the man you sent in your place the instant he stepped into my range. It was easier to pull the trigger because of that.
However, after a while I let myself believe it was you I shot and felt an overwhelming sense of sorrowful displeasures. I hated those periods, Gabe. I am angry at you because of it. You need to make it up to me.
I propose a date. Anywhere you want darling.
From lovely,
Sophia Trucia
I have been saving up some money for a while now, courtesy of my employers. Now that I know Christopher is planning something, it’s time to get more and move on.
Nevertheless, I sincerely hope Chris says yes to my proposal.
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Chapter 3
Start Over She Says
Username: Gabriel Marion
I wonder how Debra could pass to be a maid for that long; at least a good one. I can only imagine the type of havoc she would be causing in that family.
I am afraid she is wrong about me as she feels as if I will not kill her when I do get the chance again. She mistook my hesitation as a sign for my affection for her. I was simply too shocked to pull the trigger. I am going to have to prove that fact.
Gone are the days when I naively made Debra my light. Her illusory light showed it true colors and pierced my already darkened soul further into its abyss.
But in truth, I sometimes wonder why killing Laureen right in front of me was not enough to fuel my anger towards ending Debra’s life when I had the chance. I hope it is not true but if it was, I will hate to admit my undying infatuation for Debra.
When I start to think about the reason why my body and mind would still have any form of feeling for her, I realized that it was hard for me not to.
I have a unique mind-set. To find someone that understand and somewhat similar to it is indeed a rare find. That is what Debra was to me- my rare find. At one short point in our lives together, I gave her my all as she also gave me hers. We were so close that I freely told her about my picture; the mildly damaged picture that I had in my possession since childhood. I could remember her reply like it was yesterday:
“You are my beautiful weirdo.” She says laughing and playfully kissing me. “Well now you got me.”
It was the first time anyone truly knew and accepted me.
Debra claims she loves me. If that is the truth, then her situation makes me understand people love in different ways; selfishly, unconditionally, conditionally. In Debra’s case, her love is insanely dangerous. The closer you are to her cupid-poisoned arrows, the more probable you are to get hurt.
I was getting low on funds so I began to do my research on possible heist since contacting either of my previous employers was not an option. Going in the direction of Art was the most feasible choice since it was Florence
At this period in time, I have been trying to get my hands on one of the only recognized replicas of Michelangelo’s painting. It is owned by a very influential tycoon here in Florence named Adriano Lean. The only viable way of getting through is ridiculously tight security would be through dating his daughter, Abelina Lean.
Abelina Lean is beautiful, slim, brown-eyed twenty-five- year-old who thinks the world of me after about four days of our path crossing. Her long black hair goes perfectly with her smooth skin. I like her complexion as she was half-caste; her father, Mr. Adriano Lean was Italian while her mother Bairavi Lean was Indian.
I have been talking to her for some few weeks now. Things are going well enough. I have a feeling I will get an invitation to her home soon.
I had done my research and observed her movements well enough to know where I could run into her. Of course she thinks it by “faith”:
“I feel like I have known you all my life.” She says to me the second week after we met. “I want to be with you Gabriel.”
“I feel the same way Abelina,” I said as I kissed her while I drove her around Florence in the custom-made convertible Fiat we rented “just because it’s Friday,” she says. “We have only just met but I understand how you feel because I am starting to feel the same way”
“Really!?” she sounded so excitedly. “That’s great! Ah…”
Abelina started to repeatedly kiss my cheeks as we drove. I couldn’t help but laugh. I also have to admit; she sometimes reminds me of my beautiful once upon a time that is Laureen Risling.
“How about we spend a week together just you and I, at your father’s house,” I began as she had told me her parents were currently away on vacation. “That would make me less nervous, when I do eventually meet your parents.”
“Okay baby,” Abelina smiled.
My intention for Abelina was to end her life, after my mission was complete. However, unknowing to her, similar characteristics with the angel I used to know, has saved her life from my itchy trigger finger.
Now, my plan is to keep in touch with her even after the job is done. She would be another investment that may pay off in time.
I have recently purchased a new speech-to-text recording device, which I will have in my possession at all time, while with Debra. The newly upgraded portable recorder is able to recognize different distinct voices. It could translate words into speech of about two hundred languages. It’s good to have for both my writing and assassin professions. I also, want to record and have proof of every moment, when I do get to meet with Debra.
During my last moments in France, as I had already made my plans to leave the country, I got rid of everything I couldn’t take with me. I shredded or deleted most of the copies of the manuscript I was working on for the company, Bella G publishers. Authorities had been informed of it by the company as they had rights to it. They wanted it, if they found it in their ongoing investigation, so I destroyed or deleted most of my copies but one.
The remaining one, is the copy Debra now has. It is important that I get it back. It was one of the last things Laureen did before she died; read Eternal Transformation. I can remember the genuine excitement in her eyes and voice when she said, “I love it baby!” I will get it back.
Dear Sophia,
Remember the first time we met in the
Caribbean? I had a gun to your head. When I realized you
were the one the job specified not to kill, I was relieved. Because you were the most beautiful thing I ever lay my eyes upon.
Now that time has passed by, and we have lived with and for each other. I sometimes find myself wishing I pulled the trigger then. And then there are those times, when I reminisce about our first everything together. If I were to admit that my body found it difficult to shoot you, it will be because of that. But as it is true for everything else, things changes.
As for the invitation, I will like to meet with you too. Let us, meet two months from now. I will come to you.
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