1…2….3




Delta counted, he went down a bit, his wrist and his ankle in anguish, lifting the whole of his body. 


1..2..3 


Delta went down again, this time faster, he threw himself up and he was on his feet. He wiped his lips dry with the back of his palm, sweat on him like a tea bag forgotten in a mug of cold water. 


He came for the wall, and he began to hit, non stop. 




“25…26…27” he counted. The wall losing up, dust in the air as he kept striking then he made the final hit, his fist sank in depth, locked between the blocks as it broke open for him. He pulled out and he smashed with his second fist, he cracked up a new hole and let go of a rigid frown. -Not bad- he felt. He knew what he was preparing for and he knew a little boost was necessary. 


He left the wall, bruises lining his joint. He grabbed a bottle of water on the isolated table that stood meters away from the strained punching bag. 


He adjusted the system lid as he pushed back the arm chair, still in the range of his butt. He sat in it. 


He punched a button here and there and he began to navigate, his eyes squared with the dim light off the computer’s screen. 


His heart was heavy, in some ways he was been human as usual, too much emotions, getting in on him. 


He went through some tones of document online. He wanted to know how the release permit fat man was working on was going to look like and his plan was to steal it. 


He had laid a treat and he knew a ransom would be placed on his head soon. 


It wasn’t the first, it was no news his life won't end soon except he had it delivered himself. 




What’s next? A plan, he still needed to hit the fat man hard for violating the rules behind the deal. 


He was done checking all the documents he wanted and then pushed his arm chair a step away from the table. 


He stood up and he waked away. He did a little wash up and he was up again with a thin layered round neck. He wanted something light and behind the mirror he stood once again. Overpowered by his vision, he stood unmoved, admiring his body then his smile faded, memories of the man he had become, blood he had shed. 


He raised his hands to his face and as he touched his face, it came upon him like a veil, memories taking over him and it came fresh in his head. More than a dream it was.




Blades against skin… bones snapping off joints…. Bullets cracking skulls, body smashing against walls. 


He stopped, a clearer look at his reflection in the mirror, and he smiled at his curly hair, his brown eyes still always attractive as it used to be.


He walked up to his wardrobe, pulled it doors apart and he picked up one of his hoodie, he took down a bandana and took it around his neck, he made a knot behind his neck and he pulled the remaining part till it reached his nose. 


This won't be necessary- He thought, he pulled it down and he walked way. Over to his garage, he used one of his brightest car and he was out of his house. 


He stopped at a bar for a cup of drink, in search of the brightest of them all. 


He spotted the fair lady who was having a nice drink with another man who had his hair dyed and dread. 


He stood up, adjusted his hood and he approached the lady. He got to the table and he gave out his hand. 


“Hey, pretty.” He said. The other guy looked up in disgust, his nose flaring, blowing out of proportion. He rushed the crazy scene in his head, he was grabbing a bottle and he was loosing it content on Delta’s cute face. 


He wasn’t going to do that now. He felt Delta had met the girl before, so…


That was a lie, he followed the conversation and it was a fresh meet up. 




Delta let off the cute smile, “I have been here for a while, noticed you too quick.”


 She smiled, her eyes on his wrist and in a minute she knew his wrist watch was real gold. His charming eyes and his small lips created a quick rush that told a long tale on her spine. 


She smiled more as Delta flattered and soon Delta found himself using the empty seat close to her, right between himself and the guy with the dread hair. He knew he was rude, but it was just a show of power. 


“You mind we just go do some fun catching after this, and..” He pointed to her bottle, “Your drinks on me.”


“Aww… so nice of you.” She replied, then she followed up with a shrug. 


Delta looked away, he held her hands to himself and he was glad the guy with dread had excused them. 


“You would need less drink. I don’t mind we talk sense for a moment with sanity on.”


She overlooked the little insulting spill in the dialogue. She was in for the money. She would do whatever this young man said and she was ready to go all length with him. 


“Let's get talking then…” 


“Your name…”


 Delta frowned as he endured the pain he just felt. He saw it coming and he let it through his weak self. A plastic chair had just been smashed on his head. He smiled his eyes picking up the parts of the chair on the floor. He imagined how the body part of the smasher would be on the floor. Then he tapped the lady and he whispered, 


“Let me take care of this.” He could read the panic all over her face and he knew how scared she was. 


 ‘It was time for some redemption’ Delta thought, he managed the next few seconds, gathering a powerful unseen fist. He swung his fist away from his side as he whirled around on the chair. He had never missed a hit even with a veil on so he anticipated a kill. 


His fist crashed against the side of the guy on dread’s face, brushing off his ear. His body responded to the hit and he was crashing directly into the floor the next seconds. 


The janitor was up and soon the spot was surrounded. 


Delta reached his pocket and brought out a bunch of cash, probably the last he had on. He gave it to one of the bar attender who was near. 


“For the damage.” He said. 


He motioned to the lady he had caused trouble for and he was sure she wasn’t going to say a no, despite his demonstration. She saw a demon in his gaze and wasn’t still going to go against him. Her hands was in his in no time and he was pulling her out of the bar, leaving the dread guy unconscious. 


They both steeped out of the bar and they paused dead in their track. 


Four boys stood out side with wooden bats in their hands, Delta’s car had been smashed off, his wind shield broken, his tyre punctured, his side mirror detached. 




Delta’s tightened his fist in a grip as he got overshadowed by anger. 


He paused for a few seconds, faced the girl with a foster smile on his face, one that could take away anyone’s fear. 


“Give me two minutes.” He said, then he faced the guys with a frown. 


He advanced in motion, his fist ready for a smash as he roared in anger, ignoring the observers who had stopped going around their business.


IN MY HEAD EPS 49




1…2….3




Delta counted, he went down a bit, his wrist and his ankle in anguish, lifting the whole of his body. 


1..2..3 


Delta went down again, this time faster, he threw himself up and he was on his feet. He wiped his lips dry with the back of his palm, sweat on him like a tea bag forgotten in a mug of cold water. 


He came for the wall, and he began to hit, non stop. 




“25…26…27” he counted. The wall losing up, dust in the air as he kept striking then he made the final hit, his fist sank in dept, locked between the blocks as it broke open for him. He pulled out and he smashed with his second fist, he cracked up a new hole and let go of a rigid frown. -Not bad- he felt. He knew what he was preparing for and he knew a little boost was necessary. 


He left the wall, bruises lining his joint. He grabbed a bottle of water on the isolated table that stood meters away from the strained punching bag. 


He adjusted the system lid as he pushed back the arm chair, still in the range of his butt. He sat in it. 


He punched a button here and there and he began to navigate, his eyes squared with the dim light off the computer’s screen. 


His heart was heavy, in some ways he was been human as usual, too much emotions, getting in on him. 


He went through some tones of document online. He wanted to know how the release permit fat man was working on was going to look like and his plan was to steal it. 


He had laid a treat and he knew a ransom would be placed on his head soon. 


It wasn’t the first, it was no news his life wont end soon except he had it delivered himself. 




What’s next? A plan, he still needed to hit the fat man hard for violating the rules behind the deal. 


He was done checking all the documents he wanted and then pushed his arm chair a step away from the table. 


He stood up and he waked away. He did a little wash up and he was up again with a thin layered round neck. He wanted something light and behind the mirror he stood once again. Over powered by his vision, he stood unmoved, admiring his body then his smile faded, memories of the man he had become, blood he had shed. 


He raised his hands to his face and as he touched his face, it came upon him like a veil, memories taking over him and it came fresh in his head. More than a dream it was.




Blades against skin… bones snapping off joints…. Bullets cracking skulls, body smashing against walls. 


He stopped, a clearer look at his reflection in the mirror, and he smiled at his curly hair, his brown eyes still always attractive as it used to be.


He walked up to his wardrobe, pulled it doors apart and he picked up one of his hoodie, he took down a bandana and took it around his neck, he made a knot behind his neck and he pulled the remaining part till it reached his nose. 


This wont be necessary- He thought, he pulled it down and he walked way. Over to his garage, he used one of his brightest car and he was out of his house. 


He stopped at a bar for a cup of drink, in search of the brightest of them all. 


He spotted the fair lady who was having a nice drink with another man who had his hair dyed and dread. 


He stood up, adjusted his hood and he approached the lady. The got to the table and he gave out his hand. 


“Hey, pretty.” He said. The other guy looked up in disgust, his nose flaring, blowing out of proportion. He rushed the crazy scene in his head, he was grabbing a bottle and he was loosing it content on Delta’s cute face. 


He wasn’t going to do that now. He felt Delta had met the girl before, so…


That was a lie, he followed the conversation and it was a fresh meet up. 




Delta let off the cute smile, “I have been here for a while, noticed you too quick.”


 She smiled, her eyes on his wrist and in a minute she knew his wrist watch was real gold. His charming eyes and his small lips created a quick rush that told a long tale on her spine. 


She smiled more as Delta flattered and soon Delta found himself using the empty seat close to her, right between himself and the guy with the dread hair. He knew he was rude, but it was just a show of power. 


“You mind we just go do some fun catching after this, nd..” He pointed to her bottle, “Your drinks on me.”


“Aww… so nice of you.” She replied, then she followed up with a shrug. 


Delta looked away, he held her hands to himself and he was glad the guy with dread had excused them. 


“You would need less drink. I don’t mind we talk sense for a moment with sanity on.”


She overlooked the little insultive spill in the dialogue. She was in for the money. She would do whatever this young man said and she was ready to go all length with him. 


“Lets get talking then…” 


“Your name…”


 Delta frowned as he endured the pain he just felt. He saw it coming and he let it through his weak self. A plastic chair had just been smashed on his head. He smiled his eyes picking up the parts of the chair on the floor. He imagined how the body part of the smasher would be on the floor. Then he tapped the lady and he whispered, 


“Let me take care of this.” He could read the panic all over her face and he knew how scared she was. 


 ‘It was time for some redemption’ Delta thought, he managed the next few seconds, gathering a powerful unseen fist. He swung his fist away from his side as he whirled around on the chair. He had never missed a hit even with a veil on so he anticipated a kill. 


His fist crashed against the side of the guy on dread’s face, brushing off his ear. His body responded to the hit and he was crashing directly into the floor the next seconds. 


The janitor was up and soon the spot was surrounded. 


Delta reached his pocket and brought out a bunch of cash, probably the last he had on. He gave it to one of the bar attender who was near. 


“For the damage.” He said. 


He motioned to the lady he had caused trouble for and he was sure she wasn’t going to say a no, despite his demonstration. She saw a demon in his gaze and wasn’t still going to go against him. Her hands was in his in no time and he was pulling her out of the bar, leaving the dread guy unconscious. 


They both steeped out of the bar and they paused dead in their track. 


Four boys stood out side with wooden bats in their hands, Delta’s car had been smashed off, his wind shield broken, his tyre punctured, his side mirror detached. 




Delta’s tightened his fist in a grip as he got over shadowed by anger. 


He paused for a few seconds, faced the girl with a foster smile on his face, one that could take away anyone’s fear. 


“Give me two minutes.” He said, then he faced the guys with a frown. 


He advanced in motion, his fist ready for a smash as he roared in anger, ignoring the observers who had stopped going around their business.


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