Characters in the story are based off real people. Names have been changed to protect those individuals. Situations and events in the story are fictional, although some real events may be included. Some content may include violence and sexual depictions. Reader discretion is advised.
Aya Silverman, who was able to escape her pursuers, is now on a mission to save her American partner, Daniel Storm, who is now on the verge of being transported to the Russian-Ukrainian border. Although there are several entry-exit points across the border, only a handful of roads heavily travelled actually are used. This obviously is a challenge for Aya, but with her resourceful mind and capabilities in knowing how to conversate with villagers, she was able to discover that one of the only dirt roads that is mostly covered by brush and century old trees is the path that will be taken by the Ukrainians. With this information, Aya makes her way through the countryside, but knows she has to encounter mud paths, streams and possibly sympathetic villagers of the Russian cause. The closer she got to the eastern border, she found that it was more and more challenging to sneak by with Russian Rebels patrolling just miles from the checkpoint. Some of the rebels are in Old Russian uniforms and others are dressed as villagers, but regardless of their outer appearance, carrying automatic weapons and rocket-propelled grenades was a very intimidating site.
Then minutes after she arrived at a very thick brush where she could see the border checkpoint, which is approximately 100 yards, she feels the ground underneath her feet rumbling. She holds her breath for a few seconds to make sense of the feeling and hears the heavy engines and huge tires coming down the dirt road, which is only a few feet from her right. Aya gets herself lower to the ground, in the prone position, and waits for the trucks to pass her by. It was about the third truck, out of about five troop carriers, that she was able to see Daniel bounded in the back, surrounded by heavily armed soldiers. Her staring at him didn’t make him notice her hiding in the brush, but she knew trying to rescue with in this situation would either get her and Daniel killed, or she would become another prize capture for the forces. Now, her thinking switches to the potential of hitching a ride with the captures, but doing so and not get noticed would be asinine. Several seconds past as the trucks get closer to the border, but to her satisfying sight they stop before the gate was lifted to allow them to proceed across. This was the time she needed to create a diversion to sneak underneath one of the transport trucks.
As she lies there still in the prone trying to figure out her diversion, she just remembers that she had matches and an accelerant tucked in her boots. Aya gathers her materials from inside her boots and crawls closer going very slowly until she is about 50 yards away from the guard shack. Just as she was about to set a brush fire, one of the rebels come walking by her and stops within a couple of feet from her location. Not sure if she has been spotted, Aya keeps her head down and lies very still while slowly using her right hand to uncover her knife from her inside the belt. It felt like an eternity moment as the rebel stood there smoking his cigarette. All kinds of possibilities are running through her mind if she gets caught, and what she will need to do fight out of this situation. Then suddenly, she glances up and notices that the rebel was done with his cigarette and was about to toss it, but her fear that he would drop it on her, which would undoubtedly cause her severe pain. As another rebel calls him over, he drops the partially lit cigarette by her head close enough that she could feel the heat and smoke still bellowing from it. Aya waits for a few steps away from her when she quickly goes into action and using the partially lit cigarette to her advantage.
Once she started the fire, which began as a smolder, she quickly crawled away to another set of heavy brush, which was just a few feet away from where she set the fire. Quicker than she realized the smoke got heavier and heavier and then a flame started to quickly consume the brush she was just hiding in. Lying there anxious if this would work and not burn herself, she began to hear Ukrainian and Russian voices yelling at each other. Knowing Russian and some Ukrainian dialect, she knows they are pointing in her direction about the fire and what to do about it. Aya starts to realize that when they start running over to her position, she needs to move immediately. From her prone position she could see the troops in the back of the carrier jumping out to squelch the brush fire, which is now starting to grow tremendously. When she figured the coast was clear she got to her feet, keeping her head down, and started sprinting towards the last troop carrier and slid underneath. After she got underneath the truck, Aya secured herself to the bottom of the truck and just waits for everything to calm down. She dips her head down, and while viewing everything upside down, she could see that they are blaming the rebel who was smoking causing the fire. After several minutes of fighting the brush fire, and everything calms down, all the troops board back on the carriers and are finally cleared to cross the border. Unknown how long she will be hiding underneath the truck being hit with rocks and dirt from the gravel road at high speeds, she gets it in her mind to hold on for dear life.
This Black Shadow Figure that Shelly has now seen roaming the hospital, at least in the emergency room area, is really unsettling to her soul. Shelly could not have seen this coming at any point in her moral compass, and now her nerves are even more on edge not knowing what will take place in the coming minutes, days or even hours. As she realizes what just happened, and quickly sees that no one else experienced what she just witnessed. It must’ve been at least several minutes before she left the part of the floor she was standing in for a while before heading back to her patient, Christine Jones. When she rounded the corner, she saw a city policeman leaving her room and heading towards the suspect’s room, where another officer was waiting for his partner to return. Shelly is somewhat shocked about this development and walks into Christine’s room to see her sitting up on the edge of the bed, trying to gather her strength to use the bathroom. Christine is relieved to see her nurse come walking in and gives a nice smile as to show that relief. Soon, Shelly was helping Christine down the hall towards the patient bathroom when both noticed that the DUI suspect was being released into police custody; still bandaged up, but able to walk on his own power. This sight was somewhat enraging to Shelly as she never got her inner emotions settled on this scumbag of a human.
Just as she guided Christine into the bathroom, she felt the cold breeze of air go through her body, which made her let go of Christine’s arm. Christine, who was trying to pull up her gown before she sat on the toilet, lost her balance and caught herself by grabbing hold of the sink. For a brief second Shelly forgot about where she was and who she was helping, and got jolted back to reality when she heard the cries of Christine trying to keep from falling completely to the floor. Shelly nearly yelled out, “OH MY GOD!!” when she saw Christine struggling to hold herself up and rushed into the bathroom apologizing repeatedly. It was a warm sensation that came over her heart when Christine quickly forgave her for letting her go, as she understood why her concentration was broken. Shelly made it up to her later by giving her more medication for her injuries to her ribs, lower right leg and a partial head injury, which were results of the accident. Once Christine was put back into her room, Shelly heard the commotion of people running outside the emergency room ambulance doors. She told Christine to hold on and she will be right back after she figures out what is happening. Well, it was clear to her what happened when she finally made it outside and saw the DUI suspect on his back bleeding heavily from his eyes and ears, seizing violently. Although her emotions wanted to see him suffer for what he did to her best friend, and now to another innocent person, her duty over-took those inner settings and allowed her to help the suspect.
Several minutes later the suspect was wheeled back into the emergency room for lifesaving measures. Shelly followed them as far as the operation room doors before they closed in front of her and watched them through the small crack trying to save his life. The way she was feeling prior towards this guy would make you believe that she would feel vindicated about what is occurring, but her sensitive side, the loving personality of her soul is now starting to come to the surface. Her eyes nearly teared up for this guy as he was struggling for his life, but she knew she would feel much better to see him face justice in the courts. Now, she must wait to see how this unfortunate circumstance will play out for her and for the suspect. As she slowly makes her way back to Christine’s room, rubbing her face with both hands, she undoubtedly sees the shadow figure once again standing at the entrance of her patient’s room. Shelly immediately stops in her tracks and her heart begins to flutter with overwhelming nervousness and fear of what will happen next being near Christine’s curtain. Christine is unaware of what lurks outside her room, but will be scared shitless of what happens next. As Shelly continues to stare at this shadow figure lurking outside Christine’s room, her rage and anger begins to show as she knows it is responsible for what just occurred in the OR.
Shelly suddenly yells at the shadow figure to get away from her room, but she quickly forgot that she is the only person that can see the anomaly. Everyone in the ER suddenly stops doing their work to see who she was yelling at and in front of what room. Suddenly, the shadow figure darted quickly into Christine’s room, with the curtains flapping like it was a solid figure that entered. All of Shelly’s inner being was displayed when she darted towards Christine’s room as if she heard the gunshots for the 100M race, which she did run in college. However, the moment was very embarrassing to her when she rushed into Christine’s room to only see that it was Christine sitting up in her bed in complete shock. Everyone was very alarmed of how Shelly was acting and how she darted into her patient’s room, which made two other nurses follow in behind her. Even though it took several minutes before security arrived, all the people inside the room just stared at Shelly in silence as she gave the thousand yard stare, with wide eyes. One of the ER doctor’s entered the room and broke the silence by calling out to Shelly to find out what the hell is going on. Christine kept starting at Shelly and made a comment towards the doctor that she looks like she saw a ghost or something that frightened her. This really scared Shelly, feeling all the eyes in the room on her, and making eye contact with the doctor, who is motioning to her to go outside in the hallway. As everyone leaves her room, Christine still sitting up in her bed staring at the curtain that lightly sways back and forth, has seen that look in someone’s eyes before, and is very curious of what Shelly actually saw.
One of the nurses escort Shelly to the break-room so she could rest and take a break from everything. Soon after the nurse left, Shelly heard and felt her personal cell phone ring in her scrub pants pocket. Trying to figure out who is calling her, she looks at the number on the screen and doesn’t recognize it at all, but answers anyway.
DEPUTY BLUE: Hello. Is this Shelly Summers?
SHELLY: Yes. May I ask who this is?
DEPUTY BLUE: Deputy Blue of the Allegheny County Sheriff’s Office.
SHELLY: Oh, hi deputy. How can I help you?
DEPUTY BLUE: Do you know Dawn Perry?
SHELLY: Yes, I do her. What is this about?
DEPUTY BLUE: Her husband was violently attacked at his house couple of nights ago. We see that Dawn spoke to you last on the night of the attack. I would like to speak to you about that.
Shelly knows exactly what happened to Vincent, although she may not know his exact injuries. Silence falls on the phone as she struggles to find the next words to not give any suspicion.
Even with the love lost between Dawn and Vincent ever present in their marriage, her care for his well-being is still current and shows as she stays by his side at the hospital while he recovers from his injuries. Dawn is still unaware that his condition was caused by the spells of Shelly, which being a Wicca is also unknown to Dawn’s knowledge. While Vincent is sleeping from the very strong medication they gave him for the pain and discomfort, Dawn steps outside in the hospital parking lot to make her phone call to the attorney in Birmingham, Vermont. Dawn waited on the phone, as it rang over and over again for only a few seconds, before someone answered.
SUZIE WILLIAMS: Good afternoon! Birmingham County Clerk’s Office. This is Suzie Williams. How can I help you?
DAWN PERRY: Hi, this is Dawn Perry. I’m looking for William Georgia. He called me a couple of days ago and left me a message to call him back.
SUZIE WILLIAMS: Oh, hi Ms. Perry. We’ve been expecting your call. Mr. Georgia is not in right now, but if you would like to leave a message for him, I will surely give it to him.
DAWN PERRY: Well, I was hoping when I can schedule an interview with you, so I can see if this move is right for me at this point.
SUZIE WILLIAMS: Sure. Our calendar is very full right now, and I may have Mr. Georgia call you back with a better time frame. From my guess it looks like you could have an interview later this month. Will that be okay with you?
DAWN PERRY: That will be just fine. Whom am I speaking with again?
SUZIE WILLIAMS: Suzie Williams. I’m an attorney here at the courthouse in Birmingham County. Anyone getting hired for this position will be working closely with me.
DAWN PERRY: Oh okay. Yeah, if you could give my message to Mr. Georgia that I called, I would be greatly appreciative.
SUZIE WILLIAMS: Sure, no problem. I’ll give it to him and have him call you when he gets the chance. Alright?
DAWN PERRY: Thank you so much. You have a bless day.
SUZIE WILLIAMS: Thank you! You have a great day too!
Almost immediately after Dawn’s conversation with Suzie was completed, she receives a phone call from her best friend Shelly.
DAWN PERRY: Hello?
SHELLY SUMMERS: Hi! Dawn?
DAWN PERRY: Yes, Shelly.
SHELLY SUMMERS: I got a call from a Deputy Blue of the Allegheny County Sheriff’s Office, about Vincent.
DAWN PERRY: What? When?
SHELLY SUMMERS: Just a few minutes ago. They were asking me questions about your relationship with him, what kind of person you are and did I know any animosity that was placed against him. The phone interview went on for about ten minutes or so.
DAWN PERRY: What purpose would she have calling you? How did they get your number? In an agitated voice of the situation.
SHELLY SUMMERS: According to her I was the last person you spoke to before Vincent was found near death in your house. I can only guess they subpoena your phone records and found out the time line that way.
DAWN PERRY: This is utter bullshit! Going after my closes friends for information about this case?! Oh, I thank you for telling me that Shelly. I’m gonna talk to her once we’re done here.
SHELLY SUMMERS: Paused for a brief moment before continuing to speak, changing the subject. How is Vincent doing anyway?
DAWN PERRY: He’s recovering from his injuries pretty well. He will probably be released sometime in a few days. Probably by this coming weekend.
SHELLY SUMMERS: Good. How are you holding up?
DAWN PERRY: I’m kind of having an emotional rollercoaster ride right now. I called for that position in Birmingham County, Vermont just several minutes ago.
SHELLY SUMMERS: You going to go forward with this new job? What about the kids, Dawn?
DAWN PERRY: That’s my real focus at this point, Shelly. The kids are my main focus out of all this. I know things between him and I are not the greatest, but I can’t believe he would actually bring another woman into my home, my house, where the kids live.
SHELLY SUMMERS: Who was she?
DAWN PERRY: I don’t have a damn clue. Some blonde bitch! What does it matter anyway? He’s obviously shown me what he wants to do and how he wants things to go.
SHELLY SUMMERS: I’m curious then of why you are there with him at the hospital?
DAWN PERRY: I honestly don’t know. Maybe some small part of me still loves him, but he is the father of our kids so I owe it to them to make sure their father is doing okay. Regardless of our situation. I still care for him though and don’t want to see him suffering like this. I don’t know who did this to him, but whether they knew about him and I or not, he still didn’t deserve this kind of horrible treatment.
SHELLY SUMMERS: She sits quite on the phone and closes her eyes know she is responsible for Vincent’s condition, but still keeps it to herself. I’m sorry, again, Dawn about everything you are going through right now. I’m here for you if you need someone to talk too.
DAWN PERRY: Thanks Shelly. I’m gonna go now, but I will keep you updated on how things are here. Speak to you later. Love you!
SHELLY SUMMERS: Love you dear!
[Northern Virginia, just outside Washington, D.C.]
Local authorities are now on scene of the shooting of Minister Cure, investigating and interviewing witnesses. As they are processing the enormous crime scene, police are also at the hospital interviewing the minister of what happened, and to share some updated information not pertaining to the case. After the police are cleared by the medical staff to speak to Khalid, they enter his room and see him sitting on the bed, obviously in pain from the shooting just a couple of hours earlier.
DETECTIVE #1: Afternoon, Khalid. I’m Detective Franklin and this is Detective Whitney. We’re from the state police and would like to speak to you about what occurred just a couple of hours ago on the interstate.
MINISTER CURE: Yes detectives, people tried to assassinate me in plain view of the public. They tried to humiliate me and show the world of my death, like this was some kind of sick fantasy.
DETECTIVE #1: What do you remember?
MINISTER CURE: Loud noise of glass shattering and rounds ricocheting off the interior of the car. Men trying to protect me, gave their own lives to make sure I didn’t face the same fate as they did. I just remember talking to one of the young men when a vehicle next to us opened fire.
DETECTIVE #2: Do you have any idea who could have plotted the assassination?
MINISTER CURE: Go around the country, around the world, and you will probably find all kinds of people from every culture and walk of life that would like to see me six feet under, but directly threatening my life is something I know nothing about.
DETECTIVE #2: You have received threats from numerous people, and even some extremists groups. You have no information of who might want to be bold enough to want you dead?
MINISTER CURE: No detective. I have no information for you on that note. Sorry to disappoint you.
DETECTIVE #1: You have a rally coming up in D.C. correct?
MINISTER CURE: Yes. To celebrate the lives of all the young black men and women trying to do good in this evil world, who are overshadowed by the horrible deeds of men and women of the same race, which is leaving an unfair judgment upon black people. You should attend and see that we personally do not resort and accept violence in our culture.
DETECTIVE #2: Well, we would like to see that happen, except you will have to come with us to the barracks.
MINISTER CURE: Can I meet you there later? As you can see I’m trying to gather myself here and heal these wounds. I want to show the people that I will not be broken and distracted from my main goal.
DETECTIVE #1: Unfortunately, you will have to tell the people that from court. Let’s go!
MINISTER CURE: Obviously, shocked at what he just heard what the detective said to him. What do you mean from court?
DETECTIVE #2: Khalid X. Cure, you are under arrest!
MINISTER CURE: What is this nonsense you speak to me? I’ve done nothing wrong here! This is an injustice! Stands up, painfully, to face the detectives.
DETECTIVE #2: We have a warrant for your arrest. For an assault case that occurred seven years ago in Boston, Massachusetts. Attempts to place the minister in handcuffs.
MINISTER CURE: A warrant? For an assault in Boston, Massachusetts? Wait a damn minute! As he struggles with the detectives, who are placing him in steel bracelets. What the hell is really going on!?
The two detectives, along with two uniform police officers, escort the minister out of his room, through the ER to the rear of an awaiting police cruiser. All the while being escorted through the emergency room, he begins to shout out at the staff and other patients, which causes everyone to stop working for a minute. Once outside, the news media begins to take pictures, with flashes blinding the detectives escorting the minister. Reporters begin to ask questions, talking over one another, in hoping that the minister would be able to answer their questions appropriately. With everyone outside yelling and speaking over one another, and the detectives pushing their way through the ocean of reporters and cameras, Minister Cure could be heard saying something that was not clearly caught by the microphones. Khalid was shoved into the rear of the police cruiser, with detectives getting inside with him on both side, and speeding off to the police station for further processing and questioning. Watching the news of the minister’s arrest on television, Naveah Lee, a federal judge, who is known throughout her colleagues as the richest judge in America, is the one that signed off on the warrant when she used to oversee cases for the state of Massachusetts. She leans back in her rich leather couch, pleased to see the minister finally in custody.
END OF CHAPTER V
Next Posting (Chapter VI) – June 17, 2015 @ 1800hrs. (6pm)