PINNACLE 1 - Guillaume Mwamba (summer reads .txt) 📗

PILOT

Charmed and perfect man collapse from the sky that late magnificently full moon stormy rainy night in Namibia. His dark garment is torn to the right side of his shoulder, bold burn and bruises bold head professionally cut beard, and seems in his thirties. Covering in nothing then his blood, bruises all over, and burned marks on his face with hands. Whereas he roared furiously as locusts came out his mouth, the moment he turned to grimaced in my direction. Whereas a flashback showed off what was the cause peculiar man discovered himself on the cold golden sandstorm earth. Lucifer became so impressed with his beauty, intelligence, power, and position that began to desire for himself the honor and glory that belong to God alone. The sin that corrupted Lucifer was self-generated pride. Lucifer gave himself to pride, so he became rebellious against the Lord God Almighty. God saw the pride in Lucifer’s heart. And there was war in heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the Dragon, and the Dragon fought back and his angels, And prevailed not; neither was their place found anymore in heaven. The great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called that devil, and Satan which deceiveth the whole world: he was cut into the Earth and his angels were cast with him (Revelation 12:7/Ezekiel 28:7) Mindset spiritual conflicts or ‘warfare is one that some Christians find challenging and even difficult to consider. However, one must consider the truth: By choosing to ignore that the devil exists and that his sole aim is to ruin us, we set ourselves up to fall victim to his ploys. In particular, his use of lies makes us doubt God and His promises over us’- search in Wikipedia.

    Sandstorm engulfed forsaken scorching barren desert that late evening, slaughtering any lives in its path. MWAMBA, twenty-six, is an extraordinarily attractive African Christian cute man, an experienced Prince, the Warrior of Wahadiwa. I have the most superhuman strength, a fearsome experience in martial arts hand-to-hand combats. I have curly hair, brown eyes. I wore mostly my white sweater, grey army jacket on top, blue jeans, and fila shoes. Whereas I discovered myself having an unthinkable bloodied and uncomfortable dream of me silently making my way across a decades ago conflicts of the legion of corpses of armies. I reach the corpse of another dead man and try to take a small peculiarly idol of the head from his hand. Only for the dead man to briefly come back to life and refuse me for not taking it. Unless as scanned around the whole hundreds and hundreds of miles where it reveals that the entire sandy landscaped is messed up with dead armies, multiple of them who have been reaped from limbs to limbs and crucified upside-down. An endless rumbling of the thunder roared that darkness of the night. Where I pick up my Holy Bibe in first Peter five versus eight says—” Be sober, be vigilant; because of your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour: — ‘It happened fast—————-Could I believe such a man she trusted would do this to her—?  CPS Director Leo Ravenous had a call from an unknown woman.

“Hello, how may I help you?” Asked Leo. “Somebody help me, ex-Director Leo! Some jerk man has kidnapped me—help me!” Screamed the woman. “Hold on, who are you and what’s your name?” Leo asked. “My name is Chloe Mccains and I am held captive into the hotel of twenty-second and Alvernon,” cried Chloe. “Alright, help is in the way because Agent Mvuela is in that hotel just now. Maybe if you screamed for help, he will hear you,” Leo replied. When Chloe was about to say something, Leo heard some shouting while poor Chloe screams for help. “Howdy, Leo? Don’t think Chloe needs your help,” said the voice. The phone was switched off with Abigail screaming for help. “Oh, boy Azrael, that fool. He doesn’t know that Agent Mvuela a deadliest and a skillful Martial Arts combatant genius is there,” Leo growled— Around the same hour back the hotel where Chloe was been held captives by Azrael with his time. “What are you? And what do you want with me? Please let me go!” Cried, Chloe. Frightening and scary as she cried bitterly for somebody to help her. She was covered with the dark sackcloth on her head. When all of a sudden, she was pushed forcedly on the bed as a heavy being pushed itself on her. “Hey, no-no! Please don’t-please don’t! I beg of you!” She screamed. As she tried to escape but she couldn’t because the man was too heavy to push off her. “I beg of you don’t, no-no! Somebody-somebody please help me!” Screamed Chloe. Nobody was around although the door was wide open with three men who were trying to force themselves on her.

Two men were guarding the entrance with pointy weapons in their hands. Chloe struggles with her might to prevent the man from forcing himself on her and pushing him off her. “Who are you? And why you are trying to do this abominable act?” Chloe asked in tears. “You are asking who I am. Look I love you Chloe, but every time I tell you about my feelings. Y-you always ignored me! Now-now here it is my chance to get it whatever I wanted, ha-ha-ha-ha!” Shrieked the man. Reaping her beautiful navy shirt in half, but when he was about to force on her but couldn’t. “Stop doing that you stupid little girl!” He scolded. “Get off me you jerk! And I don’t know you either since I have been covered with this sackcloth on my head. Whosoever you are!” Chloe scolded. “Serious? Do you want to see me that bad?” The man was puzzled. “Yes, of course, whosoever you are,” Chloe said coolly. A moment late, the man was overflowing with joy, has he took off the dark cloth. “Ugh, Lamond? What are you trying to do to me? And this is how you described it? This how you described your love to me-?” She snarled. “Hold on-hold on, Chloe! I am the one who is supposed to be angry not-!” Lamond roared. “Get off me you! I trusted you with my feelings but I guess I was wrong! Get off me you jerk!” Chloe snapped. “You know you can't do that! So why won’t you be a good girl and accept your fate!” Lamond pushed. Chloe didn’t give up. “Accept my fate? What fate will I accept? Are you trying to defile me? Off me you, Lamond!” Chloe screamed. Azrael couldn’t be with her. 

OLD MAN TRYING TO DEFILE A INNOCENT GIRL 

Two hours later Chloe was tired of pushing Lamond and was about to defile her. Although Chloe was crying and screaming for someone to help her,  no one heard her. In a far distance of the hallways, because Ravenous sent me on the mission to stop Agent Carter. He is the most serial killer from poisoning the hotel’s food. He wanted to poison everyone and commit suicide, but I arrived in the last minutes before he would dare try it. Entering the kitchen unknowingly and opening fire on the back of his head. After I had done the mission, I was passing by the hotel’s hallways when I heard the commotions of the girl screaming for help. I rushed as quickly as I could to help the crying woman.  Arriving at it in time I saw two men guarding both of his sides. I clear my throat when I see a man trying to defile any innocent young woman. ABOR/LEGION, ageless, is an extraordinarily attractive American man. He has the most superhuman strength, a fearsome experience in martial arts hand-to-hand combats. He has a haircut, a beard, bright brunette eyes, wears a red dress-like trenchcoat, grey suit pants, and caramel soldier boots. “Yes, what do you want? May we help you?” asked the bodyguard. “Well—well, what do we have here? Two idiots guarding a doofus old man who is trying to force himself on an innocent young lady.” I mocked.

“What, you got some nerves calling us names. Are you wishing for your death-a—a—ah!” Interfered him. Well, because I opened fire at him with my revolver, but nothing happened. “What on earth? What are you immortal?” I blinked. AMON/LEGION, ageless, is an extraordinarily attractive Chinese-American man. He has the most superhuman strength, a fearsome experience in martial arts hand-to-hand combats. He has a bald head, bright blue eyes, wears a dark hoodie dress-like trenchcoat, light green pants, and snow boots.  “Howdy, Mvuela the Prince of 'Wahadiwa. “What brings you here to our little game?” Amon snickered. “My—my, if it isn’t Amon—Abor—and Azrael themselves?” I scoffed. Amon’s eyes turned dark and back to normal as he attacked with his pointy spiritual weapon. Still, I dodged all of his attacks, as I whacked him with my elbow on the nose. He held back dropping his weapon, I picked it up and turned it against him. Amon screams in agony. Throwing the weapon at Abor who was coming after me which pierced through his throat. Collapsing to the floor as he squealed in agony and breathed his last. “Goodness-gracious, two down one more to go,” I signed. Azrael charged anxiously without a second thought as I backflip, unpenetrated up the weapon out of Amon's throat.

I watch Azrael coming to pierce himself with his own medicine. “Ga—a—a—a—ah!” He screamed. When I had killed Azrael, the frightened young woman ran towards me. “Thank you—thank you very much, Agent Mvuela. My name is Chloe Mccains,” she thanked. “It’s you Chloe McCains who ex-CPS Director Ravenous told me to rescue? My—my, what a coincidence.” I answered. Both she and I roared in laughter. ‘Five years later since I saved Miss McCains, this is what will be my next mission with Leo Ravenous’s renowned treasure hunter great-grandniece. Her full name is ex-Agent Leona Du Dacor who wants me to be her assistant with the terrible peculiarly tragic deaths that have been occurring in the Zambezi—‘ “ Ex-Agent Dr. Leona Du Dacor?” Interfered the voice. The great-grandniece of ex-CPS Director turns around towards the voice. EX-AGENT DR. LEONA DU DACOR, twenty/half, luminous engulfed by gorgeous cutest Native-American woman. She has dark blue eyes, black short curly hair, wears a khaki long sleeve shirt, long shorts to her knees, and adventure boots. MILES DANS DACOR, forty-nine, cute mixed African Native-American man. He has darker golden eyes, puffy hair, wears a khaki coat, jeans, dark green army boots. “Agent Miles? What brings you here and what is it?” Dr. Du Dacor asked. “Well, ex-CPS Director, your great-granduncle wants to have a word with you.” Agent Miles snickered. “Er, thanks and I am glad to see you uncle. How are Aunt Dinah and Cousin Nathan?” Dr. Du Dacor suggested. “They’re all doing fine and I am glad to see you too, my favorite niece. Now to-dos—I have a mission to accomplish!” Said Miles. “Alright, goodbye uncle!” Francine signed. “Morning, Du Dacor, is that your uncle