MY HATCH POCKET JOURNAL by BILLY COY (affordable ebook reader .txt) 📕

/> Bob sat in the backseat whereas Anna sat in front with the old driver;
and off they were, to Pitch town.


They reached Pitch town in the afternoon. From town, Bob and Anna took a cab to Bob’s home. They found matt there and he was so happy to see his godson after long time.

Anna took a hot bath and was soon out for shopping since she had no change clothes or any other clothes to wear.

She went out with Matt since Bob was still on the police’s wanted list and his pictures were still pinned up everywhere for awareness and alert. He had come back to Pitch town to get back Rachel and to clear his name once and for all. That was his mission.

Matt and Anna had a nice time shopping and they got well acquitted too.

At night Bob thought Matt and Anna were already asleep, but Anna happened to pass by his bedroom and because his door was slightly open, she eavesdropped and heard what he said on the phone. Bob was seated on his bed talking on the phone.
“Yeah, that’s the whole point,” said Bob, “He also has the girl now.” When Anna heard the mention of a girl, she stealthily rushed to the
phone that hung on the wall, in the hallway and heard whatever Bob
and the man on the other side of the telephone spoke.

“I can help you get back the girl and getting rid of that maniac,” said the man.

“So where should we meet tomorrow morning?” asked Bob.

“Sunset Park, through the graveyard…,” said the man, “You will follow the line of lilies and where they stop, behind those flowers, you will find a secret passage that will lead you to me. I’ll be waiting for your arrival Mr. Gate.”


“I’ll be there,” said Bob.

“Goodnight Mr. Gate,” said the man, “It’s a wise thing you called me and not anybody else…”

“Goodnight,” said Bob, and he hung up.

Anna quickly put back the phone receiver and ran tip-toed back to her bedroom and shut the door quietly and stayed leaned on it. She Looked worried.

Bob came out of his room and walked to the kitchen to have a glass of water.

The next morning, Anna was in the kitchen preparing breakfast and Matt was seated at the dining table reading News papers. Bob came down stair in a rush and wished them a nice day.

“I’ll see you later guys, have a nice day,” he said. “What of breakfast?” Anna asked.
“I am okay,” said Bob.

“Watch out for those cops,” said Matt.

“I’ll be fine,” said Bob. He rushed out, got in one of the cars in the driveway and drove off.

Meanwhile, old Matt was reading his papers when a panicky looking Anna picked up a frying-pan from the hook it hung, in the kitchen, and she quietly and carefully walked towards him. Before he could turn round, bang! She had hit the frying-pan on top of his head. Matt collapsed down from the chair and was unconscious.

“I am sorry old man, let me hope you will forgive me,” said Anna.


She pulled him to the living-room, still unconscious, and laid him in the couch.

She then picked up the car keys of the other vehicle in the driveway from the dining table and rushed out to follow Bob.

Bob got to the Sunset Park and parked his car by the road side and headed straight to the graveyard as he was directed by the guy on the phone. Few minutes later Anna also arrived at the same spot and parked her car behind Bob’s. She saw him walk to the graveyard. She followed.

Behind the graveyard was a hill that extended quite a wide area. When Bob walked up to the end of the line of the lily flowers as directed, he walked through the flowers that followed and behind them he found the passage way; it was a cave hollow passage. He walked right through it and soon Anna had secretly joined him at the back.

Bob followed the passage till it got him to a cave, where he found Willow, Madia, Rachel and professor Kazensky already waiting for him. They all had black hooded gowns on, except Rachel; the hoods on the gowns covered their heads. Madia and Willow held Rachel back and they were all standing behind Kazensky. Rachel was crying.

When Kazensky saw Bob he was joyous.

“Mr. Gate, you finally show up,” said Kazensky.

“Bob!” screamed Rachel. She tried to escape from Willow and Madia but they held her back.

Bob stood back well composed and quiet.

“We’re so glad you didn’t disappoint Mr. Gate,” said Kazensky.


Then here was Anna, she showed up unannounced. Willow was moved to react.

“And what is she doing here!” screamed Willow, furiously. Bob looked back and saw Anna too.
“Mummy,” cried Rachel.

She again tried to free herself from Madia and Willow but they held her back strongly.

“My daughter!” said Anna. She tried to run to her daughter but Bob stood in her way; he held her back and stopped her.

“No you don’t,” said Bob.

“She’s my daughter Bob,” whined Anna.

“You don’t want to ruin everything, do you?” whispered Bob.

Anna came down. Meanwhile Kazensky stood back happily, watching everything quietly.

After Anna cooled down, he said, “Instincts of a mother for her child. It’s natural.”

Marshal showed up in the cave through the same cave passage. He looked surprised as he walked towards Kazensky.

“And what is the occasion Professor,” said Marshal, “Didn’t know you were acquitted to all these people. You even have the rest of the Spencer family”

“Now you know my friend,” said Kazensky, frankly and smiling gently.


“Surprised Marshal,” said Willow, “Welcome to the get together party pal.”

“With you Willow, I always expect the worst and best of surprises,” said
Marshal, smilingly.

“Gentlemen, can I please be the moderator here,” asked Kazensky, politely.
“Go ahead professor, after all you’re the mastermind,” said Marshal. Kazensky laughed scornfully and patted Marshal at the back of his
shoulder.

“What a right word to use Marshal my dear comrade,” said Kazensky. The serenity was perfect and everybody was soon to know their fate.
“I invite you all here, to clear up some doubts,” said Kazensky. “I was so
touched by what you Willow and your maniacs did to our beautiful country, Can city…”

Willow was not amused.

“But professor…” said Willow. His face was stiff.

“I am not finished,” said Kazensky. He put up his index finger warningly. Willow kept quiet at once.
“Anyway, I made you Mr. Gate, believe Willow and Madia had died in a
fire,” said Kazensky, “And I also made sure that I had to make you Marshal, Willow and Madia believe that Mr. Gate here was the one who had died in the fire.”

“Professor, I don’t understand,” said Marshal.


“It was all by science and technology,” said Kazensky, proudly, “Mr. Gate’s godfather Matt, I am sure would understand it quickly enough. We scientist experiment and sometimes things don’t go our way and the world persecutes us, but I am so glad my exercise was a success.”

Uncertainty filled the whole place; Bob seemed unsettled, he kept moving his body in bits but staying in one place and Marshal looked so puzzled, his eyes critically on Kazensky.

Kazensky moved around in circles, close to everybody and he got them nervous, but he was relaxed and happy.

“Well, I am sure you all want to know how I pulled it off,” said Kazensky, “Well, I had to brain wash all of you and fix images into your memories that you could remember about that incident. I released Willow and Madia two years later because I still needed to do some more experiments on them.”

He said those last words while standing next to Willow; he slowly and secretly pushed his hand under the gown he wore and from its pocket he stealthily pulled out a green diamond cross. It was so beautiful looking and shiny.

“And besides I knew they were dangerous to our country,” Kazensky continued.

He then suddenly and quickly drew the cross and pushed its sharp end into Willow’s heart and pulled it out at once. He stood back. Nobody had seen it coming, neither had Willow. He was taken by sheer surprise. He correspondingly let go of Rachel’s hand.

“Ah…” he screamed out loud; touching with both his hands on his profusely bleeding wound. He staggered backwards as he lost his life.


Madia also immediately let go of Rachel’s other hand and rushed to her boyfriend; she held him tight as he dropped to the ground dying. No sooner had Madia let go of Rachel, she (Rachel) ran to her mother crying.
“Mummy,” she screamed. She was so terrified after what she had seen. Anna held her head to her trunk, covering her face from seeing the
gruesome acts that went on.

“It’s alright honey,” said Anna. But she also looked so terrified and she was crying too.

Bob and Marshal stood back shocked; Marshal looked numb to even move a single bit. They were all in shock. They hadn’t seen it coming.

Willow was already down, lying on the ground, with his head rested on Madia’s laps. Madia was knelt on the ground holding onto Willow’s head and caressing his face. She was crying too. Willow’s hands were still tight on his bleeding wound.

“Don’t die on me Willow,” cried Madia, “You can take my blood and stay alive.”

Kazensky on his second strike moved fast and mercilessly pieced the cross three times in Madia’s back neck; blood gashed out of her neck and mouth and she fell and lay right beside Willow, losing her life too.

Still Marshal and Bob didn’t move an inch. Anna further kept her daughter’s face away from the gruesome scenario. She was farther terrified; she was all shaky, shivering and crying.

When he was done with Madia, Kazensky, with the bloody leaking cross in his hand, raised his hands up in the air and laughed laud like a zombie. Marshal quickly pulled out his gun and shot him right in the


head from the back, and the bullet bayoneted his forehead. At the sound of the gun, Anna and Rachel were shaken.

Kazensky fell over to the ground on his face and the cross fell from his hand and rolled onto the ground till it found its rest.

After the shot Bob immediately looked at Marshal critically with his face toughened: his held tight jaws visible through his cheeks.

Marshal looked at him while putting back his gun and said, “We were next. Couldn’t you see that?”

A green flash light suddenly engulfed around Willow, Madia and Kazensky’s bodies. It was so shiny that Marshal and Anna had to move back a little while covering their