Mr Billionaire: Hello, is this the animal care center?

Lady on the phone: Yes, how may I help you sir?

Mr Billionaire: I heard the story of this tiger cub that is really pretty, I would like to see it as soon as possible.

Lady on the phone: Of course sir, tomorrow would be perfect.

He went to the medical center to meet the cub and he was convinced that he would be a fantastic pet. The cub will be later named Simba, in honor of the greatest lion of all times. Pedro, the multi billionaire, took Simba home for his new life to begin. When they arrived home, to his super modern mansion of a lot of billion dollars, Simba felt safe and could finally sleep in a little bed at his own bedroom. He was happy. But a nightmare woke Simba up and he began to cry so loud, that he began to annoy Pedro. So, Pedro understood that a Tiger was a lot of responsibility and decided to let him be free on his natural habitat. 

When Pedro released him, he realized that another tiger was looking at them. It was Simbas mother. And everybody lived happily ever after. 

George: Oh yes, and my other partner…

Michael: What? I'm your only partner!!

A big discussion in between them started until suddenly everything went out of control, Michael attacked George with an unexpected object and when he realized what he was doing it was too late, George was already dead. 

Michael didn't know what to do so he started to call his wife in a desperate way. She ran to the kitchen and stayed in shock, she said 

Stephanie: Why didn't I came before, this would not have happened. I heard everything but I didn't want to get into your business and look what happened, I can't believe it.  

Crying she started cleaning everything with a sponge, specially the object used to attack which was a fork. 

The neighbors were hearing the fight and a lot of noise, they were wondering what was happening and decided to call the police.  

Meanwhile inside the house Michel was wandering all around, thinking was was he going to say, he had an idea and told his wife to memorize some things and when they both learned the same version of a fake story the police arrived and they let them in.    

            “Good morning, I see that you’re taste in literature is quite fine”, he said, as he beckoned the book that rested in her lap.

            She turned and looked the man in the face judgingly, but said nothing. After a while, she took a sip of her coffee, and proceeded to open her book. 

            “You don’t seem much of a reader yourself”, she said as she began to shift through the pages.

            “Well, that’s an interesting assumption that you’ve made, but also quite inaccurate”, he said, “I happen to know of a passenger in this train that shares a similar interest in literature to our own, but I haven’t met his acquaintance. Do you happen to know something about him?”

            “Not really; I can’t see how you could find someone with such a vague description, and I happen to know no one in this ride, so your chance with me is slim”, she answered, “Maybe you should just look for someone holding a book, considering that that’s what you’re looking for”

            The young woman said these last words conclusively, and her attention drifted back to her book. While she suggested that the man should look for someone with a book in a rather sarcastic manner, what he needed to do in order to find what he looked for was exactly that. He knew that the information he was looking for was in the hands of a person who held a specific book, and he also knew the words he needed to say so that the carrier would give him the intelligence.

            He got up from his seat and started towards the rear wagons of the train. As he walked past the wagons, few people, he noticed, were carrying books. Most of them were accompanied by their families, however, and none of them seemed to take much notice of their surroundings. 

            In the previous to last wagon, a lady in the front row caught his eye. Dressed with a dark coat, she held a wide book in her hands, and seemed to be looking around her uncomfortably. The seat next to this woman was empty, so the spy cautiously sat at her side. 

            “Good morning, I see that you’re taste in literature is quite fine”, he said once again, this time to her.

            However, the lady didn’t seem interested in the remark, and simply responded with a “Good morning”. The spy was nearly certain that this was the woman he was looking for, but every time that he addressed the passenger besides him, his inquiries would be thwarted, and it seemed as if the coated woman felt harassed by his presence.

            After a while, the spy gave up hope on this lady, and moved on to the final wagon. There he found multiple people carrying a book with them. The spy sat next to the closest man with this particular characteristic and, once again, inquired: “Good morning, I see that you’re taste in literature is quite fine”. The woman to which this comment was made seemed pleased by the spy’s approach, and began excitedly talking about the book she carried. However, as soon as he made this remark, another woman, this one with dark, curly hair, that sat two rows behind him suddenly got up from her seat and moved on to the next wagon. She happened to be carrying a book with her. 

            The spy didn’t bother to bid farewell to the man at his side, he only barely apologized, and immediately got up from his seat to follow the one he suspected to be the messenger. He went through several wagons until he finally caught up with her, as she entered one of the compartments near the front of the train, one that was empty. He entered the room, and she seemed to be already waiting for him. 

            “Good morning, I see that you’re taste in literature is quite fine”, he remarked once again.

            “My taste in literature is not as refined as though it was nurtured by remarkable knowledge”, she responded. This was the answer that he knew would come from the messenger. She held the message he was looking for. But the next thing she said was quite unexpected, and left the man startled: “I’m sorry, but you’re too late”

            The sound of a gun clicking struck his ears, and he felt as someone pushed the barrel against his head. He turned, slowly, and came to face a young woman. The same young woman that sat beside him at the beginning of the ride, the one that drank the coffee.

            “Are you looking for the same thing I am?” 

            “I was looking for the same thing, but now that I am in possession of the information, I’m no longer looking for it”, she said, “There’s a distraught woman on this train. The intelligence I’ve acquired suggests that it’s your new mission to execute her. You don’t look like much of a killer yourself, but it’s my job to protect her, and I willprotect her”

            The man began to think about his next move. He could act surprised, and pretend like he didn’t previously know his mission, but she wasn’t a fool. The spy was fearful that he could lose his chance to complete his mission if she got in the way, so he wanted to tread carefully. He knew he had half expected for this mission to end with him having to kill somebody, since that was a big part of his job. He had gained an advantage for his mission when she mentioned the “distraught” woman, however, since he believed he had met her acquaintance a few moments ago when he looked for the messenger; it was the coated lady in the previous to last wagon who looked (what the spy could now interpret as) fearful at her surroundings, the woman who’d avoided his questions.

            The messenger stood up from her seat, and began to move away of the compartment. She addressed the young woman with a slight nod, and left.

            The spy was not only that, but a killer as well, but the woman was a protector. The protector still held a gun against his head, however, and, as she held the high ground, it allowed for a moment of conversation between them.

            “It must be quite soul draining to have to kill for a living”, she said, “I hope that you’re able to sleep at night thinking about the people you kill, about their families”

            “You don’t know what it’s like to do what I do; you don’t know the sacrifices I’ve made and the scars I’ve gotten from protecting my honor and reputation by doing this job”, the killer said.

            “Who cares about your honor and reputation? You should be striving to do the right thing, even if it’s against your job!”

            “What about you? Do you ever consider that the people who you protect are bad people? People who don’t warrant your protection? I’m only sent to kill after people who’ve done bad enough things”

            “No matter who you need to kill and how many things they’ve done wrong, they should be held to the law, not killed off the grid. The woman I’m here to protect does not deserve to die.”

            For a brief moment, the protector seemed to go through a moment of hesitation and doubt as she mentioned the woman. The killer took this as his chance, and with a sleek move he disarmed the protector. With the gun out of his head, he rushed out of the compartment and headed towards the previous to last wagon, searching for his target. 

            The train was coming to a halt as they reached the next station, and as he got to the wagon he was headed, people started getting up from their seats, obstructing their way. The train stopped completely, and he was able to go through the accumulating mob of people as they began to descend. 

            The killer reached the wagon, and he saw the woman whom he needed to kill all alone, and she seemed to be waiting for someone. Usually, before having to kill someone, he would get the reason why the person needed to die in the information he acquired, but this time he hadn’t received this intelligence. Her apparent innocence, and her fearful expression made him hesitate for just a moment.

            He shook his head and took his pistol out, pointing it at her, and he aimed.

            A blast was heard, and the killer fell to the ground. The protector had reached him just in time, and she went with the lady. The last he heard of anything before he died, was as the young lady embraced the woman and cried of relief, and said only one word: “Mother”. 

Then, for the killer, everything turned black.

            

            

            

            

 

            

 

 

            

 “Mr. Pennyworth, can you please explain to this…”

“moron is the correct term you are looking for sir.” said Mr. Pennyworth politely

“...this morons who really is in charge”, continued the king 

"Maybe I should call off the party, nothing is  going according to my plan"
"Don't worry my lord there should be no doubt in leaving the party planning in my hands" replied Mr. Pennyworth with no existing fear in his voice. 

After hours and hours of planning and problem solving from the loyal butler that had been in the king's life for decades now, years of working for a greedy king who is  in fact good for nothing, that is why it was so important to Mr. Pennyworth to have that party, it would be in there, in front of everybody: Mr. Pennyworth was going to kill the king.

The party had been going for hours and the king was finally at his throne watching over everyone important to the kingdom. As the butler, filled with rage, walked towards the king with nothing but his will and a dagger. When suddenly out of nowhere he stopped as soon as the king's daughter ran into the arms of her loving father. After that there was no other option for Mr. Pennyworth,  someone had to die.

He stared, as if the answers were going to fly into his hands, the more he waited the mire rage he was filled with, still no one was expecting his next move: he took the dagger with both hands and inhaled for one last time before plunging the sharp object into his stomach. As he dropped dead it was like if no one cared until the king ran across the crown to get to his loyal servant. For the last time they were face to face, staring into each other eyes, but no one said a word.

In the way to the mysterious island we started to see that the sea was becoming  as we got near to our destination, we were so confused, but that didn’t make us turn back, we continued the trip until we knew what was in that island. 

After days of being at this red sea and almost running out of water and food we finally saw the place, it was so beautiful, with so much plants and red waterfalls, and they were some people living there, and they were making some kind of celebration at the waterfalls, there was so many people inside the waterfall drinking the red water, so after we saw it was drinkable we tasted it, it was wine, the most nice and wonderful wine you could ever taste, it was like a miracle; but suddenly, after having this beautiful moment, the people making the celebration started to get nearer and nearer to us until they were in our noses, we were so scared, suddenly, one of them starts yelling at us - “tum yahaan kya kar rahe? ho tum kaun ho?” - we got even more scared and didn’t said a word, so he man got even closer and tried to touch us,  until my husband yelled  -”stop!, let us go!”- suddenly a woman holding a child in his arms and with a calm look in her eyes told us -”you... who... are?”- we finally got a little more calmed and told our names out loud - “Michael” -,-”Rachel”- , the eyes of the lady brighten up and told the crew something we couldn’t understand, then she hold my hand and showed me a road, at the end of the road there was my name carved in a rock, i was the chosen one.

The house was getting very hot, there was no source of air. I needed a bath of the night stars to refresh myself. Since I got to this old town, they warned me about the dangers that were around the streets. I was admiring the dark night and the shiny moon, when suddenly I heard a laugh not so far away. Every step I took, the laughter felt closer to my ears, I began to feel chased. When I looked to my right, I saw a man holding a screwdriver, he seemed hurried. Was he going to kill me? 

My protective instinct told me to get inside a construction that was at the next block, so I started running as fast as possible to see if he was after me. When I got there, I saw a hammer at the second floor so I grabbed it and didn't even think about it, I killed him.