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4:59 pm - Wed, Jul 11, 2012

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On Lotus Pond Part 17: Bête noire

Because this is my first attempt in writing the Carlos D/ Daniel Kessler Slash Fan fic, this story is prone to grammatical errors and plot holes.

Click for Parts Sixteen, Fifteen, Fourteen, Thirteen, Twelve, Eleven, Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One and the Prologue.

Disclaimer: The following literary attempt is purely fictional.  The names of the main characters happen to have real life counterparts in the form of very very gorgeous people.  Any incident, character or anything that happened in the real life are purely coincidental.  While I am somewhat obliged to say that I don’t own these real people, I am just informing anyone not to copy this story and make a buck out of it.  Just read and try to enjoy if you please.

Mama is sitting quietly by the porch facing the garden as she waits for Carlos and Daniel to arrive from fishing. It was nearly sunset but she’s looking forward to the trout that they promised to bring for dinner.

“I heard that they’ve gone fishing.” a voice came from behind.

As Mama turned to face the direction of the voice, her eyes widened with shock when she saw the man’s face.

“You…bastard…” she hissed as her mood turned from tranquil to furious.

“So you haven’t forgotten, old woman.” A wicked smile crept on the man’s face. He lit his cigarette and then blew out the smoke to her direction.

“I heard your son is happy with his new boy toy. Daniel is his name, isn’t it?”

“Out! Go away!” Mama growled at him. Her chest heaving.

Mama tried to reach for the handbell she uses to call Nerissa but the man snatched it quickly before she had a chance.

“Not so fast,” he said, “I’m just trying to have conversation with you, old woman.”

Her face flushed with anger even farther when the man stooped down to face her.

“Your faggot son should be lucky that he—” he stopped when she spat at him square on the face.

“Malparido!” she cursed through gritted teeth.

He delivered a strong slap across her face causing her to nearly fall off her wheelchair.

“You old bitch!”

She tried to scream but he immediately covered her mouth with his hand as his other hand grabbed one of the push handles and with one mighty push, shoved the wheelchair towards the staircase at the side of the porch.

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Nerissa turned up from the corner with one arm carrying a basket of herbs which she picked from the far side of the meadow.

“I finally got all the herbs you’re…Madam!” she cried out when she saw Mama lying unconscious on the marbled pavement, wheelchair on top of her.

Nerissa dropped the basket and rushed to Mama’s side and to her horror, she saw a big gash on Mama’s forehead where blood was seeping steadily. There was also a small puddle of crimson blood on the ground.

“Help! Help! Somebody!”

And the mysterious man had long been gone.

(To be continued)