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. It is the year; known in
some parts of the world as the millennium year. Florence, Italy is
especially attractive in December. The beautiful decorations and
classic Christmas songs in the air leave me in a peaceful state of
mind. Time does help to heal things but sometimes not fully. I
have been dead for a while now. I died with Laureen Risling.
One cannot live without a heart. I gave Laureen Risling mine.
She took it with her. All I have left for comfort is my growing
state of mind for Debra Pire. My situation makes me a firm
believer that there is a thin line between love and hate.

I have not written since my last “death.” As you may have
already guessed, I used to be Christopher Flier.

To be as straightforward 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 watched 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:

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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
betterlity
I want to be able to make words like betterlity
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

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I haven’t notified Debra of my well-being, but I’m
sure she knows. The event went too easy for me to have
been shot dead in 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 part. If you agree to my terms, the next
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
them. 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 would be too
forgiving on my part.
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 come across lives on! Christopher never ceases to
amaze me.

Admittedly, I felt the greatest sense of relief when I
figured out he was still alive. But then I started to become angry
when I think about the anguish 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 a 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 apiece. 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 were a good
distraction from my worries.

I like that she was also wellmanicured 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 said to me last night. “Let us run away together,
Sophia. You and I, anywhere you want.” “You are the wife of 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 happenings between the couple further
make my job secure with them until I deem it. But now, I think I
can bear 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 wholeheartedly, angel, but you cannot
deny your feelings for me any more 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 displeasure. 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 Truce

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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