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THE GREEN CURTAIN (Continues)

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.

CHAPTER VII

[Northern Virginia]

It didn’t take long for the correctional system to process the minister into the same system he tried to dodge.  In fact, the same system that he had always tried to fight and state that it doesn’t treat the black man with respect, is now part of his reality going forward.  The only thing that is working in Khalid’s favor, is that the extradition order to send him back to Boston will take some time.  For right now, Minister Cure is being locked up and detained inside the county jail awaiting the first part of his extradition process, a hearing of whether the extradition will be granted or denied.  With little time on his side, Khalid request to make a phone call to his stand-by attorney to fight the extradition, which is a 50/50 chance success rate.  After speaking with his attorney on the phone, Khalid is returned back to his cell to only find out that he now has a cellmate to share the cell with.  When Khalid stepped through the cell doors, and heard it slam behind him, the new cellmate looked up at him and didn’t say a word to him for the first few minutes.  Khalid took a few more steps further into the cell to step pass the new inmate, which apparently irritated the man.

JAMES WINSTON: Excuse you, minister!

KHALID X. CURE: What?

JAMES WINSTON: You heard me. 

KHALID X. CURE: I wanted you to repeat it. 

JAMES WINSTON: Whose you?  My father now?  I don’t listen and take orders from nobody.

KHALID X. CURE: Listen slim, umm, I don’t know you, but since we have to cell together, I think swinging attitudes around won’t help the situation.

JAMES WINSTON: Oh okay.  So you think preaching to me is going to help us get along?  Nigga please!

KHALID X. CURE: What?!  You just got here and you already trying to claim shit and step?  You don’t know who you messing with, slim.  I suggest you calm down and just take it easy.

JAMES WINSTON: Take it easy?!  Listen, minister!  You are supposed to be the leader of the black community, but yet you are stuck in the same system that you once tried to fight.  I’ve been in and out of the system for years, to the point where if a bitch in blue even looks at me, I’m thrown behind the slammer.  You don’t know what that is like, do you?

KHALID X. CURE: You think I just got where I am without any trials and tribulations of my own?  You honestly think that I got to where I am now without having to step on some toes and bust some heads?  I’ve gone through more shit in this life it feels like then Jesus Himself went through dying for our sins in this white man’s world!  Don’t talk to me about struggles and pain like I don’t know what you are talking about.  I’ve seen things that even men older than me haven’t seen and dealt with.  I tell some of my adventures to old war veterans, and even some of them say they still had it better than I did growing up.  The system we are in right now don’t want us to strive after we leave, they want us to continue the same cycle so they can show all those that agree with them that we are out of control.  There’s no need for hostility towards me son, just understand that I am still on the right side fighting for our existence okay?

COUNTY INMATE #1: Hey! Minister! Nobody wants to hear that shit in here!

JAMES WINSTON: Shut the fuck up!!

COUNTY INMATE #1: Why don’t you come over here and make me?  I got something for that ass!!

KHALID X. CURE: You gotta problem me?  What’s your name, son?

COUNTY INAMTE #1: They call me ‘BC’!  Black Curtain!  I make niggas go to sleep anyway I can!

KHALID X. CURE: Okay, Black Curtain!  If you think that scares me or anyone with great substance to stand on, you aren’t helping the situation!  We need to stand together as a black community to get the respect that we so deserve! 

COUNTY INMATE #1: I got respect!  You don’t understand that kind of respect!  I….

CORRECTIONAL OFFICER: Hey!  Shut the damn noise!  We don’t need to hear any of this shit!!  Especially you, minister.  Don’t start shit!  Walks away.

KHALID X. CURE: Talking to his new cellmate.  What’s your name, son?

JAMES WINSTON: James Winston.  They call me GG.

KHALID X. CURE: Let me guess.  The Green Gangsta?

JAMES WINSTON: Nah.  Green God. 

KHALID X. CURE: Explain GG.

JAMES WINSTON: I’ve made a lot of money over my time in the game.  I’ve made money in situations that no one dared to pursue.  I’ve made money in the most fucked up places you can imagine, man.  I’ve had fake businesses scraping in the dough at one time, you know?  Shut’em down and build elsewhere.  Repeat the same process over and over again until the blues caught up with me just a few months ago.  I try to find the weakness in the financial game and…

KHALID X. CURE: …exploit it.  Maybe you need some fine tuning on your skills.

JAMES WINSTON: I need people that I can trust to get shit done. 

KHALID X. CURE: Well, James, I think I have an opportunity for you awaiting once you are released.

JAMES WINSTON: Seriously?

KHALID X. CURE: Yes.

JAMES WINSTON: However, I’m not the only GG around here.  There’s another guy called GG Jr..

KHALID X. CURE: Is GG a street name for a gang or some sort of club?

JAMES WINSTON: Something like that, but we try to exploit the financial system and gain from it.  Some men have died doing shit like this.  For what we do, we call it the Green Curtain Affect.  You can look at us like modern day Robin Hood’s of the 21st century, you know?  Once you know and figure out a way to do something, you stay with it and it becomes addictive like crack cocaine.  We work very closely together and don’t just let anyone inside the group.

KHALID X. CURE: I’ll protect you and your partners if you share me in on the 411.  Don’t need an answer right now, but think about it, talk it over with your friends and get back to me.  I think we can work together on this and make each other a lot of money.  I have the equipment to make your job easier and to give you the protection you need.  No answer right now.  Think it over and get back to me as soon as you can.  Gets on the top bunk to take a nap.

[Harrisburg, Pennsylvania]

For several minutes after the service is over, and standing inside a candlelit sanctuary, Shelly awaits to be summoned to the back by one of the leaders.  While she walks around the sanctuary glancing at the artwork posted on the walls and staring at some of the beautiful structured statues, she notices one of the members leaving the building in a hurry, with a quick pace walk.  Although this sparks her interest, she doesn’t put it together that what was about to come next will be life changing.  Immediately after the last member walks out the front doors, Shelly hears her name called waving her to the back door of the sanctuary.  Shelly takes one more glance at the statue she was standing in front of and quickly goes to meet the parishioner at the door, who holds it open for her to enter through.  Once she walks through the door, the parishioner escorts her down the hallway to a set of stairs leading to the basement, where she mentions that Ruby and the others are waiting.  Shelly stares down the steps and looks back at the lady before proceeding down the wooden, creaky steps to her secret meeting.

When Shelly gets to the bottom of the steps, she looks around and sees three women in dark red robes standing at the end of a tunnel.  She begins to walk towards them down the dark, partially lit hallway and comes within a few steps of their presence.  All three women look at her and directs Shelly to follow them through a door, which unknown to her was a room set up for sacrificing needs.  Immediately, after Shelly entered through the door she saw Ruby and another lady standing by a table with arm and leg straps prepared for her.  This sends fear through Shelly’s heart as she tried to escape through the door she just came through, but ran into the three women that led her there.  At this point, Shelly tries to fight all three women with very little success, who quickly overpower her and drag her to the table against her will.  Her struggle to avoid being sacrificed was an annoyance to Ruby, who gave her a powerful backhand across the face nearly knocking her unconscious.  Once the women were able to place Shelly on the table, and strap her arms and legs down tightly, all the women took their places around the table to be a valuable witness to what was about to happen.

As the women around the table, including Ruby, began to chant and repeat the sacrificial covenant, Shelly looks above her head and could see a large, long knife being held over her.  Ruby slowly raises the knife above her head to the max point of where she couldn’t raise it anymore, preparing to strike Shelly directly in the chest.  Shelly started crying and began to beg for her life as she thought she was facing the reality of her life ending in the dark dungeon of where she served with loyalty and respect.  The women began to get louder with their sacrificial chant as it was near the point of no return for Shelly to be spared, but just before Ruby was to strike down with all her force, the door to the sacrificial ceremony was busted open.  The loud noise of the door being busted open got the attention of all the women, who all quickly shifted their focus on the open door with no one standing in front of it.  Ruby snaps her fingers for two women to go check out the hallway and to see who is hiding out.  Two of the women peeped out the door down both sides of the hallway, and as they stepped out to see if anyone is around, Ruby hears the two women screaming before they were silenced.  The other two went to quickly close the door the best they could, but it was blown open once more sending both women to hit the wall banging their heads, knocking them out cold.

To the amazing sight of Ruby she was now face to face with the shadow figure, who only made his eyes visible in bright white hue.  Ruby slowly began to back away from Shelly with the knife still in her hand at about neck level, while the shadow figure just stood there staring at her.  Once Ruby backed up as far as she could with her back up against a wall, she grabbed her throat and made the choking sounds and gestures dropping the knife on the cement floor.  Shelly raised her head to watch Ruby struggle for air as she slowly slid down the wall to the floor, which she thought was the end of her ordeal.  After Ruby passed out, and was silenced, the shadow figure focused his attention to Shelly being sprawled out on the table still strapped down.  The figure slowly entered the room and stood by her, which just made Shelly extremely nervous to even say anything or look at it.  As she laid there with her eyes tightly closed, she felt her arms and hands were free, and before she dared to move them, she opened her eyes to see no one standing there.  Shelly quickly sat up on the table and glanced around the room and could see three women on the floor motionless.  Once she jumped down off the table and ran out the door, and down the hallway, she saw a stone figure in the middle of the hallway.

Shelly quickly realized that the stone figure she was seeing was one of the women that fled the room earlier.  Squeezing her way around the statue, she made it to the sanctuary and made a mad dash to the front door.  As she is running towards the door, things behind her begin to catch fire and anything on the way starting falling to the floor shattering into pieces.  Once Shelly made it through the front doors of the building, she fell and looked back at the building, which very quickly engulfed into flames.  Unknown to Shelly outside, Ruby was the only one still alive in the building, who started to come too when the building began to collapse on itself.  Ruby does her best to gather herself and struggles through falling debris to escape through a back tunnel that was not known to many people.  Just as Ruby made it through the tunnel entrance, the building exploded sending a fireball partially down the tunnel, which had enough force to send Ruby off her feet landing face first on the ground, but avoided being burned to death.  At the same time when the building exploded, Shelly was just close enough for the force to send her flying backwards through the air landing on a hood of a car.  Lying there on the hood of the car, Shelly was barely conscious and before losing consciousness, the last thing she heard were people in the distance and the sound of the fire crackling.  In the tunnel, Ruby was able to escape with her life, but her colleagues had perished in the fire, which left her standing alone.  Ruby took one more glance at the first before disappearing into the dark of night, not to be heard from or seen again until the time to fight back has presented itself.

[Safe House in Russia]

After Aya and Daniel arrive at the safe house location provided to them prior to undertaking the assassination mission, Daniel runs around to clear the house making sure no one else was inside.  Once the coast was clear, he helped Aya in through the front door, who was nursing a thigh injury from a bullet wound and blood streaming down her leg.  Aya was laid on the couch supporting her wounded leg on the arm rest to slow down the bleeding while Daniel rushed into the kitchen to grab the first aid kit.  Daniel brought the first aid kit over to Aya and grabbed the Quick Clot application and tore it open, which made Aya just imagine the pain that would soon come after.  The Quick Clot was poured on her would, which made Aya scream out for a brief second and several grunts followed before Daniel was able to seal off the wound from further infection.  Knowing that Aya was taken care of, he sat down on the floor next to the floor trying to catch his breath and calm his heart rate while watching the reaction of Aya.

A few minutes passed before Daniel went into a room to alert his handler that they are safe and sound for the time being.  As Daniel is communicating with his bosses back in the United States, Aya sits up on the couch to gather herself and started to limp around the house to see what was around.  The curiosity of Aya got the best of her and she just started going into room after room, and after going into the last room was something she didn’t expect to see.  She found herself staring and looking through evidence that showed the United States attempting to undermine the influence of the Russian government in the Balkan region, which spelled out the possible assassination of the Russian president.  What Aya was seeing was completely different from what she was told and led to believe why she was defying her own people.  By the time Daniel found her snooping around in the last room in the house, Aya was standing there holding papers in her hand feeling mixed emotions of what she discovered.

Daniel slowly walked up to her in the midst of explaining it all to her, but at that point Aya mustard up enough strength to punch him right in the face for lying to her.  He stumbled backwards a little bit holding his mouth, checking for blood as he felt it and the taste of iron in his mouth.  She looked at him saying, “If I didn’t have a hurt leg right now, I’d kick your ass for this shit!  You lied to me about why we did what we did!  I thought I was saving my family from further tyranny, but yet I might’ve just put them in danger believing your lies.”  As he stood there he could see the anger in her eyes, which teared up for a few seconds before she wiped them away.  Just before he could respond to her, the phone line rings and he goes to answer it as it could be from his handler.  When he answers the phone to speak, Aya comes out of the room in a bothered-depressed state of mind and goes to sit down on the couch, holding her fresh sealed wound.  Many things are running through her mind at this point, but with her fear of her family being killed or kidnapped for her betrayal of the motherland.  While she sits there soaking in her own sorrow, Daniel slowly comes out to deliver some news to her that she should know.

He walks around the couch and finds a seat next to her as she just stares straight ahead into space.  While watching the tears coming down her face, he delivers to her that her family is now safe and has been pulled out of the area by American Special Forces, who were undercover working the area.  This breaks her stare and switches her eyes to his and he could see the relief being lifted off of her knowing that she didn’t put them in harm’s way.  However, she made it clear to him that he wasn’t completely out of the dog house with her, and that she demands a complete explanation of what is going on.  Before he went into explanation of what the true reasons for what they did, he hands her a piece of paper with his writing on it stating that tensions between the two countries have been risen.

AYA SILVERMAN: What does this mean?  What are you trying to tell me?

DANIEL STORM: The Russians are blaming the United States for the assassination attempt of their president, and stating that they will put their forces on high alert in the Balkan region.  This is why your family was pulled out of the area undetected.  An assassination attempt of a president, of any country, is considered an act of war and this could lead out two nations on the brink.

AYA SILVERMAN: So our two countries will go to war because of what I did?  You getting caught and I getting wounded in the process to save your American ass!

DANIEL STORM: To break it down to you in a quick summary of what is going on, is that some members of the Russian military were operating within the Balkan region to annex the area.  Knowing how much this would put into fear of the people in Eastern Europe, and our allies, not to mention your government would ultimately stash self-defense weapons in the region to fight off anyone trying to come in to remove them.

AYA SILVERMAN: Why not just create chaos in the Balkans instead of going after President Gustavof?

DANIEL STORM: We didn’t want to get into another campaign overseas that we potentially couldn’t get out of without it escalating.  So the idea was to assassinate the president of Russia, who is calling the shots directly, to at least delay the annexation so we could have time to figure out what to do next.

AYA SILVERMAN: Now since we failed to do that, this situation may have escalated anyway to a point of no return.  We will have the entire breath of the Russian military searching us like dogs, with dogs, to capture us and kill us immediately!  What’s the plan now?  Run?

DANIEL STORM: We need to get to Poland, but we need to go through Belarus to meet one of our contacts.  Then once in Poland, we seek asylum and wait for a representative of the United States to get us into the United States where we will be debriefed and released from our mission.

AYA SILVERMAN: What about my family?  Where are they being held right now?

DANIEL STORM: Your family are on their way to the United States, where you will meet them and where you will have the choice of staying to receive citizenship or seeking asylum elsewhere of your families choosing.

AYA SILVERMAN: If we are successful, I may find it in my heart to forgive you!  Until then we need to work together to make sure this plan works and not get caught up our nations affairs any more than what we have already. 

DANIEL STORM: I understand.  We’ll succeed.

[Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania]

As Dawn pulls up into the parking lot at the doctor’s office to see her son, she pauses in the car for a few moments when her thoughts really start to swirl about her future with or without her husband.  She catches herself staring into space through the windshield and realizes that she is there for her son, not her soon to be ex-husband.  Almost immediately after she entered through the doors of the doctor’s office, she meets with her mother in the lobby area, giving each other hugs.  Then once they exchanged personal gestures, her mother escorted her to the back where her son was waiting for the doctor to return.  Dawn saw her son, gave him a hug and rubbed his head in trying to give him some comfort, and letting him that mom is there.  When the doctor returned into the room, he greeted Dawn and gave her the rundown of what her son was suffering from.  Apparently, in the doctor’s notes and results he believed that Dawn’s son was suffering from IBS and a severe case of the stomach flu.  Although hearing this was still somewhat bothersome, she was also relieved to hear that her son is going live.

After the doctor visit, and the medication for Troy was filled, all three of them began to make their way out to the parking lot.  This is where Dawn’s mother felt it was the time to speak to her daughter.

DAWN’S MOTHER: So, have you decided what to do?

DAWN PERRY: I’m assuming you are speaking about Vincent and I?

DAWN’S MOTHER: Yes, of course.

DAWN PERRY: I’m still trying to decide what to do with this.  Mom, I caught him in the bed with another woman, in mid-stroke mind you.  I don’t know who this woman was, nor do I care who she is.  The fact remains that he brought this behavior into our home where things were already teetering on the ledge.  Thank God none of our kids were there to witness it.

DAWN’S MOTHER: Well, some would say it is an easy decision to make based on what you just explained and saw that night.  I can’t say what you should do or what the right thing for you to do.  I just know you need to follow your heart on this one.  Pray to God and see what He says about it.

DAWN PERRY: I’m still waiting for an answer from God.  My heart hurts for what happened and has happened in our marriage, but at the same time I feel bad for him because maybe I could’ve prevented this or could’ve contribute to it.  I don’t know.  I just know the love that was once there is not there and now our kids are going to be caught in the middle of it.  On top of everything else, I have a job interview in Birmingham, Vermont for the court paralegal position.

DAWN’S MOTHER: Do you think you will take the new job if everything lines up correct?

DAWN PERRY: Maybe.  It’s too early to tell what I will do at this point.  I’m basically allowing things to take its course and I’ll decide then.  Things aren’t black and white anymore to me like they used to.

DAWN’S MOTHER: Try not to stress over it too much.  Just let things take its course, just like you said.  Sometimes we won’t always have the answer before we need it.  Do you deed as a mother and as a responsible citizen and things will work out as they should.

DAWN PERRY: Thanks mom.  Hugging each other.  Thank you for bringing Troy to the doctor’s office and taking care of the kids for me. 

DAWN’S MOTHER: No problem dear.  I’ll have your father bring over your other rebels to you later today.  I love you dear.  Take care Troy and feel better.

Dawn and her mother parted ways into their respective cars and left the parking lot in two different directions.  Now, it is time for Dawn to really think about the future and see what will happen next.  Just like her mother told her a few moments ago, sometimes you have to just let things happen and you will then know what your next course of action will be.  Well, we will all see what is going to happen next!

END OF CHAPTER VII

Next Posting (Chapter VIII) – July 15, 2015 @ 18:00hrs.

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THE GREEN CURTAIN (Continues)

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.

Chapter V

[Ukrainian-Russian Border]

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.

[Harrisburg, Pennsylvania]

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.

SHELLY: Hello?

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.

[Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania]

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)

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THE GREEN CURTAIN (Continues)

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.

Chapter IV

[Baltimore, Maryland]

The on duty corrections officer, at the front gate of the regional facility, sees a pristine white Cadillac pulling up the long driveway being driven by a middle age black man.  As the Cadillac got closer to his booth, he tried to see if anyone else was inside, but couldn’t see into the backseat.  First, the driver pulls up next to him and rolls his window down, handing him his driver’s license.  Once he answered the correctional officer’s questions, the middle age gentleman pulled a few feet so the correctional officer could see who is in the back.  The driver side rear window rolled down and a strong aroma of beautiful mixed smells came pouring out of the car at the officer.  Immediately he was given two driver’s license, both from New York, and started to examine them to make sure they were real.  The officer started to ask them questions about who they were seeing and the nature of the visit.  Mercedes answered every questioned confidently and without hesitation, which made the correctional officer feel at ease.  A radio transmission was relayed to another officer, who controlled the main access entry into the facility, and the first gate opened up.  While the car enters the property, and is motioned over to a designated spot for a vehicle search, Sapphire turns to speak to Mercedes about the visit with her brother.

SAPPHIRE CRUZ: How do you feel about seeing your brother for the first time since coming to prison?

MERCEDES JOHNSON: Strange.  Weird.  Awkward. 

SAPPHIRE CRUZ: Do you think he will be pleased to see you?

MERCEDES JOHNSON: I don’t know what he might think about seeing me.  I just know I need to see and speak to him about some business.

SAPPHIRE CRUZ: He may need some serious convincing to agree with your plan to expand into his territory.

MERCEDES JOHNSON: If he does I’m pretty sure you will help me with that notion.

Sapphire smiles at her boss, which was read by Mercedes as Sapphire is ready to do what is necessary to make this meeting successful.  Their car pulls up at the vehicle search checkpoint and all occupants of the car are told to exit and stand to the side.  As Mercedes is standing out in the morning sun, watching the vehicle search happen, her eyes catches one of the guards starring at her.  Both of their eyes meet, and the guard standing near the front of the vehicle, begins to smile at her, looking at her up and down seductively.  Sapphire sees that her boss is looking in a particular direction and notices that one of the guards are starring at them with a clear motive of his intentions.  She looks at her boss, who glances at her without saying a word and just with that notion, Sapphire takes a few steps towards the glaring guard.  As she stands a few feet away from the guard, Sapphire removes her sunglasses so he could get a good look at her light brown eyes, which have known to make men crazy.  The guard and Sapphire lock eyes for several seconds before her gaze is interrupted by Mercedes telling her that they are cleared to proceed to the visitor parking.  Sapphire puts her sunglasses back on and slowly walks back to the rear passenger of the car.  Before getting back into the car, Sapphire looks at the guard one more time, takes her index finger and puts it in her mouth.  She slowly moves it back and forth giving the motion of what he thinks she wants to do to him.  Once back in the car, another gate opens up and allows them to proceed forward.  As the car slowly passes by the guard still standing in the same spot, Mercedes peers out the window and glances at his package.  “You better put that thing down before it gets you in trouble” she says to him while going through the gate.

The driver stays in the car as Sapphire and Mercedes enter through the front door of the facility to only see they have to get checked personally.  They follow the instructions and cooperate and are allowed to finally enter the rest of the facility to visit her brother.  Mercedes and Sapphire are escorted and pointed in the direction of where the visiting room is and are forced to wait.  Several minutes later Mercedes’s brother, Rodney Cooper, comes walking through the door in his navy blue jumpsuit and shackled feet and hands.  The guard that brought him in removed his hand chains, but kept his feet shackled together for the fear of him trying to flee.  After the hand chains were removed, he rubbed his wrist as if they were on to tight and trying to get the blood flowing through them once again.  He looks at Mercedes and Sapphire before slowly walking over to the table they were at and taking a seat across from them.

RODNEY COOPER: What is this?  Jewelry and rings and shit.  Looking all fancy.  Got bodyguards and whatnot.

MERCEDES JOHNSON: Hi Rodney.  How are you?

RODNEY COOPER: I can handle myself in here no problem.  Don’t worry about me in here.  I should be asking you the questions, you know.

MERCEDES JOHNSON: What do you want to know?  How I’m doing?

RODNEY COOPER: What’s going on with you in the Big Apple?  I’ve been hearing all kinds of shit happening.  Dudes that did runs for you up and down the highway are locked up with me.  Know what I’m saying?  People getting knocked off and crippled just by saying your name fucked up.  How do you explain that?

MERCEDES JOHNSON: The less you know about what I am doing, the less you have to worry about. 

RODNEY COOPER: I worry about you because you are family.  You’re my sister.  We are supposed to look out for each other.  Never leave each other behind and always support the other.  Remember that?  I haven’t seen or heard from you in months since being locked up in here.  How about you explain that one? 

MERCEDES JOHNSON: You mad at me Rodney?  I think this communication thing is a two way street.  You haven’t heard anything from me, may be because I haven’t heard shit from you.  The day you got locked up you mentioned to me that you would reach out to me to let me know when it is okay to contact you.  The last time I checked I’m a grown woman, and a mean bitch at that.  I handle my business the way I see fit and deal with those that need to be dealt with.  However, I didn’t come here to argue with you about how I’m running my business.

RODNEY COOPER: Then what did you come here for?  Reminisce about the old times?

MERCEDES JOHNSON: I actually need you for a business proposal that I have.  I will make sure you reap the benefits of such opportunity.

RODNEY COOPER: What’s the word?

MERCEDES JOHNSON: I’m looking to expand my business, and I want to do it in our hometown.  I also want to include you in the operations of how the business is ran.  Get you back out there sorta speak.

RODNEY COOPER: You talking about Baltimore?  People here know of me and how I do things.  I don’t bring heat on myself unnecessarily by acting like the mafia out here.  Trying to run shit!

MERCEDES JOHNSON: How did you end up in here then?

RODNEY COOPER: I don’t know about this expansion you trying to do.  Do you think it’s time for that to happen?  Can you support that and have the people to handle shit for you?  I’m afraid you gonna change things from how they are now.  I need to think about this.  I need time.

MERCEDES JOHNSON: How much time?

RODNEY COOPER: I don’t know.  Another organization moving into my city trying to take pieces of what I’ve build and got going on.  Plus, the competition that’s around here is fierce.  That shouldn’t be a problem for you though, you’ll just start killing motherfuckers and release all kinds of heat from the law.

While Mercedes stares at her brother without saying a word, she sees that Rodney flinches and immediately sits up in his chair.  He turns his attention towards Sapphire and reaches down between his legs and feels her foot lightly playing with his manhood under the table.

MERCEDES JOHNSON: See Rodney.  You work with me on this opportunity, Sapphire here can be your reward.  Although she knows what is going on underneath the table, she doesn’t want to think about her brother getting aroused from a simple foot play.

SAPPHIRE CRUZ: Removes her sunglasses to reveal her light brown eyes while her foot presses a little harder.  I can never disappoint.  I will always keep you aroused and I will satisfy your fantasies and dreams.  Or, I can let you have fun by yourself and have a wet dream in your cell.  We would really like for you to give us your blessing to move forward.

RODNEY COOPER: Feeling himself near climax and fought the urge to be reeled in.  Okay, you got it.  What do you need from me?

MERCEDES JOHNSON: I’ll let you know what I need.  Just be ready for me when I ask for it.

RODNEY COOPER: Bet.

Feeling himself ready to explode in his jumpsuit, and Mercedes breaks her attention away from them two and pretends to play with her fingernails, Sapphire suddenly stops and quickly removes her foot.  Oh, that sends all kinds of confusion with Rodney as he looks at Sapphire and wonders why she didn’t complete the job.  She leans forward and winks at him before putting back on her sunglasses and leaving with Mercedes out the facility.  Rodney was then placed back in hand chains and escorted back to his cell with an erection that he hoped was not seen by any guards or other prisoners.

[Harrisburg, Pennsylvania]

The same morning that Mercedes and Sapphire just ended their visit with Rodney, Shelly arrives at work looking tired and almost in a zombie like state.  As she walks through the emergency room, another nurse sees her and makes a comment of her facial appearance.  Shelly breaks out a smile and a small chuckle after the comment was made.  While she walks around with a small smile on her face, she is handed a patient’s chart in one of the emergency rooms.  Taking the chart and reading it, she sees that the patient is to care for is named Christine Jones.  Reading further into the patient’s chart, and flipping the page, Shelly realizes that the reason for her hospital visit is due to a DUI accident.  After reading her injuries and what has been done to her the night before, she immediately goes to Christine’s room first and slowly swings open the privacy curtain.  Shelly introduces herself to Christine once she realizes that her patient was awake for the moment.  Unable to move her neck due to a brace, Christine responds to her new nurse in a pleasurable tone of voice.  This response brings a big smile to Shelly’s face and makes her feel that this could be a good day after all.  Once Shelly completed what she had to do in Christine’s room, she left through the privacy curtain and began to get an uneasy feeling about this DUI accident.  It took Shelly only a few seconds to discover what room the DUI suspect was in when she saw a policeman stationed outside his room.

In acting like she was covering for another nurse for a few minutes, she approached the room and spoke to the officer.  After speaking to the officer, she entered through the privacy curtain and finally saw who the DUI suspect was.  Immediately, her heart began to pound and having fierce flashbacks through her mind of what happened to her best friend, who died in an accident involved with a DUI driver and that same suspect was now lying in bed in the same hospital.  The emotional rollercoaster she felt for those few minutes was so overwhelming that she left the room without saying a word to the officer or anyone else.  Her first stop was a private bathroom that was closed off to the public and patients in the hospital.  Once she entered the bathroom and closed the door, tears began to run down her face as if she was reliving the incident that her best friend was killed.  Pacing back and forth in the bathroom while her hands wildly run through her hair and flying through the air, she slams her closed fist against her thighs and lets out a hard cry for a few seconds.  Shelly then sees herself in the bathroom mirror above the sink and studies her face and eyes very closely.  As she stares into her own eyes through the mirror, her thoughts began to run into the dark side of seeking payback for losing her friend, but her heart was trying to counter-act that notion by informing her that her job and life could be lost.

Once again Shelly was faced with a dilemma of what she should do with this painful information she now knows.  Then she started to debate with herself about how she could cast revenge on him like she did against Vincent, but fought with the strong urge that feeding this emotional response may backfire harshly.  In a complete trance into her own mirrored eyes, Shelly is distracted by a knock on the bathroom door.  This breaks her out of the trance and wipes her tears away from her face to keep others from knowing her emotional prison.  As she opens the door to allow someone else to use it, she notices that no one is there waiting to use the bathroom.  Shelly is baffled for a few minutes about this anomaly, but explains it to herself that may be she was hearing things during her self-trance.  While walking back to the main part of the ER, she receives this very cold breeze that appears to go through her body.  The cold breeze was so bone-chilling that it made her stop immediately.  Shelly starts to look around to see where this sudden blast of cold breeze came from, and is nearly scared of what she saw standing at the other end of the hallway.  Seeing a dark shadow figure standing at the end of the hallway, barely an outline of a human being, was very scary and shocked her body into a still figure.  Her view of this mysterious shadow figure was only there in front of her for a few seconds, before the natural blinking of her eyes, made the shadow figure disappear.  Shelly remained in the middle of the hallway, with others walking around her, overcome with fear and emotions, but did her best not to let anyone else notice.  She knew that seeing that shadowy figure meant that she may have opened some kind of Wicca portal that she was not aware of, or something was after her for whatever reason.  The moral line was now beginning to shrink for Shelly, and if not careful of her actions she could end up on the wrong side of the realm.

[Washington, D.C.]

After Minister Cure did his reconnaissance of his upcoming rally on the Mall, he and his entourage are on their way to another meeting with a community leader in the Northern Virginia area.  As they ride down the interstate coming out of the city, a black Chevy Suburban with limo tint windows is travelling behind them unnoticed.  Once clearly out of the city, the Suburban slowly increases it speed to come up alongside Minister Cure’s vehicle.  Still unnoticed to his security detail, Minister Cure continues to talk to his men inside the car with him.  By the time one of the men finally noticed the Suburban next to them, one of the rear windows was rolled down halfway and a barrel of an automatic rifle was pointed at them outside the window.  When this was spotted, one of the men loudly alerted of what he saw and shoved Minister Cure to the floor of the car.  At this point, automatic fire erupted with high velocity rounds penetrating the windows and doors.  Two of the men on that side received most of the rounds into their bodies trying to protect their package.  The second vehicle in the convoy returned fire at the Suburban blowing out the back window and leaving rounds penetrating the tailgate.  Minister Cure’s driver was struck in the back and shoulder, lost control of the car and slamming it into a noise barrier tossing all the occupants around.

In an instant, the SUV pulled off at a high rate of speed and took the next exit off the highway.  Other vehicles that were on the road at the time of the assassination attempt, were not hit, but some careened off the road in fear and uncertainty.  Minister Cure’s second vehicle didn’t give chase to the SUV and decided to check on the minister and other members of the security team.  What they found in the car was bullet holes, two dead security members, shattered glass, and three severely injured men, including the minister.  As they attempted to stop the bleeding from the minister’s wounds of his upper torso, emergency calls were coming into the local police of what just happened.  Police received information that the suspect vehicle was last seen taking the first exit after the shooting with severe damage to the rear window and tailgate.  Minister Cure was lying on the roadway, in and out of consciousness, being treated by his security detail while they wait for the emergency personnel to arrive.  Other witnesses attempted to offer help and to see what is happening, but the security team pushes everyone back and gives the notion that they are willing to do what it takes to protect their powerful leader.  Several minutes later emergency personnel arrived on scene, with police blocking off the roadway, gathering up witnesses and get statements.  Minister Cure was still losing blood when he was being transported to the hospital, as two officers escort the ambulance to prevent any other attacks on the black militant leader.  It didn’t take long for the news media to jump on this story as they were out on the scene of the drive-by shooting within the hour of it happening.  As Minister Cure is being transported to the nearest hospital for life and death injuries, he lies on the gernie staring up at the ceiling of the ambulance.  His thoughts begin to entertain the legacy of Malcolm X and Martin Luther King, Jr. and how they lived their lives and died for the civil rights of the black society.  Suddenly, of these thoughts going through his mind, he begins to take a turn for the worse just before arriving at the hospital, and is wheeled into the emergency room with paramedics working frantically to save his life.

[Somewhere in Ukraine]

Daniel Storm was captured by the Ukrainian and Russian authorities and held captive, but was not left untouched.  Being captive for only a few hours, he was beaten and tortured by Ukrainian soldiers who are sympathetic to the cause of the Russian government.  Suffering a bloody mouth, bruised cheeks and one black eye, he refuses to talk and give up any information to what he knows about the assassination attempt.  As they see he is not giving in easy to the physical torture being stowed upon him, he is visited by the Russian president’s chief of staff.  One of the Ukrainian soldiers grab Daniel’s hair yank up his head to force him to face the new authority figure that just walked in.  Breathing heavy from the beating, you could see the sweat streaming down his face and open chest area where his shirt was ripped open.  The temperature in the concrete room was over one hundred degrees, with a drop of water hitting Daniel on the top of the head every couple of seconds.  Getting very close to his face, the chief of staff can smell the perspiration coming from captive’s body and stale hot breath.  In a Russian accent, the chief of staff tells Daniel that he will be transferred to the custody of the Russians, who will question and break him of any information they want.  With one good eye to look out of, Daniel stares the Russian in the eyes and suddenly spits in his face, which prompted a very fierce reaction.

The Russian immediately back handed him across the face and returns with a powerful closed fist across the other side of his face.  Daniel nearly fell out of the chair because of the power behind the hits, but was kept from falling when he was grabbed by the neck.  Angry at the reaction of being spat in the face, the Russian figure grabs a sharp knife from one of the soldiers behind him and slowly slices Daniel across the chest.  Daniel started to rock in the chair, trying to get away from the cutting knife, but couldn’t with his hands and feet tied down.  His pain threshold was being pushed to the limit as he could feel the deep penetration of the blade through his skin and the strong stream of blood running down his upper torso staining his underwear.  He was slowly sliced across the upper body at least three times with the open wounds deep enough for someone to peel the skin right off.  However, Daniel never released out a scream to satisfy his captures to send a message that no matter what you do, he will not talk.  Seeing this from his point of view, the Russian saw that he might just have a lot of fun with this guy, who they believe could be an American spy or assassin.  He explained to Daniel that limit information is being released to the American news media of what has happened after the attempt, and that this could strain relations even more between the United States and Russia.  In trying to play the reverse-psychology and play Devil’s Advocate, Daniel doesn’t fall for his mental game and continues to resist their demands.

After refusing to cooperate with his captures, the Russian figure stood up and walked out of the concrete room.  He spoke to another soldier, which appeared to be Russian, and gave the order to bring him to another location where their operatives will handle the interrogation.  Just as the Russian continues to walk away, two soldiers quickly grab Daniel, who attempts to fight the best way he can even with his hands and feet bound together.  In his strong resistance, he was thrown to the ground on his shoulder and booted in the face, which caused blood to fly out of his mouth, stomped in the chest and stomach.  Daniel rolled over on his stomach, trying to fight from the ground, but was finally subdued when he was shot in the back putting him asleep.  Ukrainian soldiers picked him up by his bounded legs and arms carrying him outside to a transport vehicle.  Although the Russians want him for themselves and put him through the Red punishment factor, they may find out that this transfer could be more than what they bargained for.

END OF CHAPTER IV

 

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Chapter III

Deputy Blue, who arrived on scene first and discovered the barely alive body of Vincent lying on the master bedroom, was shortly relieved to go outside to gather herself.  Thinking that she just needed air to clean out the pungent odor of bowels and blood, Deputy Blue was seen by arriving detectives outside on the side of the house vomiting and struggling to breathe.  One of the detectives that arrived on scene, went over to her to make sure she was doing alright and to reassure her that this doesn’t make her a weak person or an ill-equipped future detective.  A lot of her closes friends and family members knew of her goal to achieve wearing the title and badge of being a homicide detective, but it was obvious that finding a half-naked body lying in its own body fluids was overwhelming.  After the detective left her outside, and encouraged her to come back in to review the scene, one of her best partners stayed outside with her until she was mentally and physical able to stomach it again.

Several minutes later, and making sure she didn’t have any of her own body fluids covering her dark blue uniform, Deputy Blue entered back into the house and joined the detectives back upstairs.  By this time, Vincent had been quickly rushed out of the house and on to the local hospital while he was still in serious condition.  Vincent’s body left an outline of blood stains on the cranberry carpet, which nearly camouflaged itself from the naked eye.  She continued to accompany the detectives around the scene for at least a couple of hours, checking his cell phone that was left on the bed dresser and whatever else they found that would be of help, which wasn’t much.  However, in digging through his cellphone, Deputy Blue found a phone number belonging to his wife, Dawn Perry, which gave them another avenue to pursue.  Immediately, Roxie began to think to herself that if his body was found in the master bedroom alone, where is she and could she be her first suspect in this brutal attempted murder case.

Roxie alerts the leading detective of the phone number she found and asked him should he call the wife to find out where she is and what happened to her husband.  The leading detective stood in silence for a brief minute, thinking about the answer to give Roxie and what the wife needs to know.  Once he became comfortable with his thoughts on the issue, he told Roxie to give the wife a call and let her know that her husband was found barely alive in the house and that he is on his way to the local hospital.  It was one of Roxie’s first test to see if she could handle a simple task as to phone the wife and not give up too much information in case she is deemed the suspect in this attempted murder/first degree assault case.  When Roxie dialed Dawn’s number, it was near midnight and wasn’t sure if she would get an angry or pleasant welcome from the other end.  The phone just kept ringing and ringing for a few seconds, and just before it went to voicemail, Dawn woke up and answered the phone thinking it was her husband bothering her.

DAWN PERRY: Vincent? 

DEPUTY BLUE: Dawn?  Dawn Perry?

DAWN PERRY: Huh?  Who the hell is this?  Is this the whore that was with my husband earlier?  Is he with you now?  What nerve do you have to call me in the middle of the night disguising your identity under his number?  You just knew I was going to pick up the phone, huh?  Bitch…

DEPUTY BLUE: Mrs. Perry!?  I don’t know who you are talking about, but I can rest assure you I am not who you think I am.  I am Deputy Roxie Blue with the Allegheny County Sheriff’s Office.  I’m calling you from your husband’s phone.  Is your husband’s name Vincent?

DAWN PERRY: Sheriff’s Office?  Vincent is my husband.  Well, soon to be ex-husband, but….what happened? 

DEPUTY BLUE: Your husband, Vincent, is being transported to the hospital as we speak.  He is still alive, but barely. 

DAWN PERRY: OH MY GOD!  What happened to him?  Is he going to be okay?  I’m at my parent’s house right now, but I can meet you at the hospital as soon as possible.

DEPUTY BLUE: Okay, Mrs. Perry.  The detectives and myself will meet you at the hospital to see if you could share any information on who would do this to him.

DAWN PERRY: Okay….I’m on my way right now!

Almost immediately after the phone call, Dawn flings the bedsheets off of her body, rushed on some sweats and darted to the hospital, leaving her parent’s a written note of where she is.  Several minutes later, Dawn arrives at the hospital in a messy appearance that got the attention from the nurses and doctor’s working.  Dawn does a fast walk up to the front desk of the hospital and is escorted to the emergency room where Vincent is in a medical induced coma.  When she was allowed to enter through the closed curtains that separated his room from the rest of the emergency operation, Dawn was shocked at what she was seeing.  Although, Vincent and her were not particularly in love with each other anymore, the strong sense of caring was still there, and they still loved each other, but not in love with each other.

Her first sight of Vincent caused her to put her hand on her chest as she saw tubes sticking out of his throat and penis.  Bandages and gauzes covered up all his exit points of where he bled out heavily, and a massive pad on his chest where she could see small amounts of blood protruding through the pad.  As she slowly makes her way around the bed, just in awe of what she is taking in with her own eyes, she hears the curtains behind her swing open.  The sound of the curtains opening up caused her to turn around in almost a scared like reaction, but made perfect eye contact with the doctor.  Not wasting much time while the doctor was in there, she began to ask him what happened to him.  The ER doctor started to explain to Dawn that her husband was found on the master bedroom floor, bleeding from his eyes, nose, mouth, anus, and penis and naval.  Obviously, this was horrible news to her as she remembered leaving Vincent at home alive and well, although he was on the ground in pain for different reasons.

Dawn was also explained that a pentagram was discovered to have been carved on his chest, but not sure with what object could’ve been used.  Taking all this in from the doctor just made her eyes swell with tears and stream down her cheeks.  Her meeting with the doctor lasted about five to seven minutes, before the detectives and Deputy Blue arrived at the hospital.  When the doctor left the room and brushed against the curtain, Dawn was looking out of the room and saw two well-dressed men in suits and one female officer in her dark blue uniform, which resembled the sheriff’s office.  Once Dawn saw them approach at the nurses station and make eye contact with her after the nurse told them where she was, she exited the room with her husband and closed the curtain behind.  The three officers and Dawn met each other halfway and finally went somewhere else for a private conversation.

DETECTIVE #1: Good evening Mrs. Perry.  I’m Detective Moss, this is Detective Goose and this is Deputy Blue.

ROXIE BLUE: We spoke on the phone earlier, Mrs. Perry.

DAWN PERRY: Yes, I remember.  I want to apologize for my reaction and behavior.  You obviously didn’t deserve that and….well….you know…I was upset from earlier.

DETECTIVE #1: Yes, Deputy Blue filled us in a little bit on your phone conversation with her.  Can you tell us the last time you spoke to your husband?

DAWN PERRY: Umm…it was last night.  We had an argument over what happened.

DETECTIVE #2: What exactly happened?  What did you two argue about?

DAWN PERRY: Well…I found him in the bed with another woman and that just set things off.

DETECTIVE #1: Anything happen during the argument?  Anything physical?

DAWN PERRY: Nothing physical happened.  It was just words flying back and forth.  I felt myself getting angrier and angrier, so I left the house and went to my parent’s house.

DEPUTY BLUE: He was just fine when you left?  No bruises, scratches, cuts or anything like that?

DAWN PERRY: Vincent was fine.  I have no clue what happened to him. 

DEPUTY BLUE: On the phone you referenced a woman, a whore as you said, but do you have any idea of who she is?  Where she went?

DAWN PERRY: Nope.  I don’t know where she went.  I just know she left the house, which was a very good idea or you’d be investigating another scene.

DETECTIVE #1: Do you know if Vincent had any enemies or anyone that wanted to hurt him for any reason?

DAWN PERRY: No.

DETECTIVE #1: Okay, Mrs. Perry.  We’ll finish our interview for now, but we may have more questions for you later.  I’ll be in touch.

Once the interview ended and Dawn was given a business card from the detective, she and Roxie made eye contact with each other, but it wasn’t in a friendly sense.  Dawn broke her eye contact of Roxie and continued on to her husband’s side, but Roxie stared at her backside until Dawn was out of side.  Both detectives and Roxie consulted with each other before leaving and shared mental and written notes.  In the meantime, Roxie had her suspicions of Dawn, but also had an idea that maybe she is not involved because of her possible alibi with being at her parent’s.  With no clues and with no real evidence to even make Dawn a possible suspect, they were still at square one with Dawn being a person of interest.

For the rest of the night, into the early morning hours, Dawn stayed by her husband’s side keeping herself up to date on his condition.  While Dawn remains at the hospital, Shelly wakes up to prepare herself ready for work.  Shelly opened her eyes to look up at the ceiling, and felt this excruciating pain rolling through her head, shoulders and back.  To her amazement, Shelly noticed that she was sprawled across the bed on her back, diagonally, and half-dressed with no hair scarf.  As she attempted to get up, she immediately put her hands over her eyes and head, making painful moaning noises.  It was at this point that she began to think, when she could get herself to think, that a migraine has settled in.  Receiving migraine headaches always come after she uses her Wicca magic for the purpose of harming or hurting others.  As she struggles to get up to get her migraine medicine, which is in the kitchen cabinet, her entire head feels like her heartbeat is actually beating in her brain.

When she finally sits up, and slowly slides her feet over the side of the bed, she feels something wet dripping onto her wrinkled up t-shirt.  Shelly looks down and notices that her nose is bleeding, and small droplets are staining her shirt.  Quickly she realizes that she had to be at work, but with her getting up early every morning on time for number of years, her body was able to wake up on its own without the use of an alarm clock.  Unable to move her eyes towards the clock independently, she has to turn her entire head in order to see what time it is.  It is about ten minutes to six in the morning, which in her painful mind gives her more than enough time to gather herself for work.  From the bed to the kitchen, Shelly uses the doors, door frames and hallway walls to keep her balance, and kept her head down since this made her feel better, regardless of her nose bleed situation.  Just before she gets to the kitchen, Shelly has to pass through her living room and she always made it a habit to turn on the television to break the morning silence.

On this particular morning it wasn’t any different, except the pounding in her head and her sensitivity to the sunrays peeping through the blinds.  Immediately, she picks up the television remote control and turns it on.  Normally, it is on the news channel from the night before when she finishes her day by watching the late night news, however, this broadcast would be much different.  As the television comes on, the INN, International News Network, is in the middle of a special segment, interrupting the normal morning news flow.  It takes Shelly a few minutes to realize that the normal voices she is used to hearing is not reporting on the weather or the news of the prior evening.  Shelly turns around to face the television, with her eyes barely open, and can hear a man talking like a preacher with the sound of his voice like Dr. King.  Curiosity got the best of Shelly, as she wanted to know who is this man preaching on the television, and did she leave it on some religious channel.

Shelly mumbles to herself, “Who the hell is this talking?  He sounds like Dr. King.”  It was soon announced by the news anchor, conducting the interview that he was there with Minister Khalid X Cure, self-proclaim commander-in-chief of the United Federation of Black Planets.  Shelly heard this announcement by the anchor, and I swear it made her head feel even worse as she couldn’t understand what she just heard over live broadcast.  Again she mumbled to herself, “Minister who!?  Is this another one of those leaders?”  Shaking her head from the unbelievable statements that Minister Cure was giving, she turned back around and continued her way to the kitchen.  A few minutes later, which I’m sure felt like an eternity to her soul, Shelly finally got ahold of her migraine medicine and chased it down with tap water immediately.  While she stands at the kitchen sink, trying to compose herself to get ready for the next morning task at hand, the news broadcast finally tears away from the militant minister.

The following segment announced that the Russian President, Alekzander Gustavof, was nearly assassinated at an event in Kiev last night.  Shelly turns back to the television to make sure she heard the news right, and started walking to pick up the television remote.  Just before she turned the television off, live coverage was being shown of the possible assassin fleeing a building where she was thought to be surrounded and trapped.  This amused Shelly, and made her chuckle for a few seconds before she turned off the television to head back to the bedroom.  As she walks back to the bedroom she mumbles to herself, “I can’t deal with this today.  People are getting fucking crazy.”

[Kiev, Ukraine]

Suspect assassin, Aya Silverman, a Russian national who is working hand in hand with the Central Intelligence Agency, is fleeing through the streets of Kiev with the Ukrainian Police and Russian Military units pursuing her.  Behind the pursuers was her handler and CIA sponsored spy, Daniel Storm, who was in charge of the operation to have the Russian president killed.  As Aya rounds one corner, she is surprised by a group of Ukrainian Policeman in front of her, but with her fighting skills and deadly training, she was able to handle the group of four policemen with ease by breaking necks, arms and spleen.  Aya stole one of the automatic weapons from the injured policeman and continued fleeing through the rough, brick-layered streets.  Daniel, who was keeping radio contact with her by talking to her through her ear, was guiding her in which way to go, but of course now his cover was completely blown.  Following the pursuing authorities, Daniel opened fire shooting at the Russian military soldiers in the back, causing the vehicle to veer off the road and overturn in a ball of flames.

It was at this point Daniel was taking gunfire from behind when rounds went through the rear window, and striking his windshield.  Rounds continued to enter his vehicle, ricocheting around the interior nearly striking him.  Daniel instructs her to round another street corner and enter an abandon building.  As she attempts to do so, automatic fire is heard coming in her direction striking the ground around her feet.  She drops down to the ground, in the prone position watching the police vehicle coming at her at a high rate of speed, and began firing her own automatic weapon.  Her many rounds struck the vehicle, especially the driver and rear passenger, killing them, and sending the car into a wall and coming to an immediate halt.  After entering the abandon building and running out the other end, she continued straight down another street, uphill.  She began to think to herself that she may have gotten to the limits of her escape when she saw the Ukrainian police helicopter overhead.

Somewhere during the pursuit, Daniel and Aya lost contact with each other completely.  It was clear that she was on her own and that she needs to hide herself immediately.  For several minutes the helicopter tracked her giving updates to the ground units pursuing her, but in the midst of a crowd of people, who were protesting the Russia’s influence in the region, they lost Aya.  Unknown to them, Aya was able to duck and hide amongst the crowd by changing clothes out of sight and escaping her pursuers.  However, her handler, Daniel, was not as lucky as he was captured by the Russian military units on the south side of the city, who at this point only think of him as one of the possible assassins, not a spy.  This was something that was explained to Daniel when the mission was accepted that if caught by any foreign national government or entity, for any reason, he may be disconnected from the knowledge of the CIA and left on his own accord, until he escapes custody and reaches one of the safe houses.

[New York City]

Meanwhile, Mercedes Johnson, the Godmother of the Cooper Family, is with some members of her organization planning on expanding her business to another major city.  During her meeting with her constituents, it comes up that her new location for expansion is Baltimore, Maryland, where she wants to have a major influence; her hometown.  Before she is able to do that, she needs to confer with her brother, Rodney Cooper, who is the kingpin of the area, and is currently behind bars running his operation.  Confirming with him, and temporarily taking over his city with her majesty persona, in her mind can only mean one thing.  Her way to the top of the food chain and Queen of the East Coast.

End of Chapter III

Next Chapter (Chapter IV) – June 4, 2015 @ 1800

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CHAPTER II

A very weird silence has fallen in the master bedroom, where Vincent and his mistress, lay in the bed hiding under the covers up to their necks.  Dawn slowly enters the room, staring at both of them as she walks directly into the master bathroom and slams the door behind her.  The mistress woman sees her opportunity and uncovers herself, getting half-dressed and darting out of the room, eventually out the house to never be seen for a long while.  Vincent didn’t even attempt to stop the mistress woman, as he knows the gig is up and waits for her to be completely gone.  No sound can be heard from the master bathroom while Vincent is staring at the closed door from the bed.  He starts to slowly move out of the bed, as if she doesn’t know he’s there, and begins to pull up his boxer briefs to cover himself when the bathroom door swings open.  Frozen in time, he stands there with only his boxer briefs staring at Dawn, while she stares back and her eyes squinting as if she was trying to read his mind.

DAWN: The bitch gone?! You fucking a whore in my house!  In my sheets!  Where our kids live?!

VINCENT: She’s not a fucking whore, alright!

DAWN: Oh!  You defending her honor?!  What the hell you defending her for?!  My goodness!  I understand our marriage might not be the strongest, and possibly on our way out the tunnel, but this is just bullshit!!  You couldn’t meet her somewhere else!  I have to catch you in mid-stroke fucking her like you haven’t….

VINCENT: Look!  I’m sorry you have to find out this way, but she and I have been seeing each other for a few weeks now.  My wife can’t take care of her husband, so someone else is handling that.

DAWN: What?! Furious with that statement, she slowly approaches him.  You have the fucking nerve to tell me that I am not taking care of my duties as a wife, when you can’t even be a husband and a father to our kids.  You know one thing, you just made it very easy for me to decide what to do with this new job opportunity.  With me gone you can fuck as many whores as you want, I won’t be around and neither will the kids.

VINCENT: The kids are staying with me.

DAWN: No, they’re not!  They’re coming with me..

VINCENT: Bullshit!  You’re not a fit mother or wife!

DAWN: FUCK!  YOU!! She kicks him in the family jewels, probably even harder than she did to the assailant who attacked her before.  Watching him fall to the floor brings her such joy and amusement, and even brings a smile to her face.

Later that night, Shelly Summers, an emergency room nurse at the local hospital, South Central Pennsylvania Hospital, gets home after working a double shift since 0800 this morning.  The only thing that she has to come home too is her German Sheppard, Drake, who she rescued from the local shelter six months prior.  She was raised with dogs growing up, and has always had one with her no matter where she goes or move too.  Shelly has had more dogs, and other house pets in and out of her life, than those of the opposite species, who have had disturbing run-ins with her personal life, beyond their understanding and comfort level.  Growing up in the life that Shelly knows and has participated in, does scare and shy people away from her, and not allowing themselves to get to close.  As time went on, and she got older and more in-depth of the Wicca faith, she kept that very close to her heart throughout high school and college.  It was shortly after graduating college, where being in college encouraged this behavior, that she started to become more open of her faith and interests into folk art and celebrate seasonal changes with other people within the same faith, and those that show interest.

Although there is no standard organization or structure to follow within the Wicca faith, such as being a catholic or Christian who follow the Holy Bible, each Wiccan, especially within the United States, are basically free to practice the way they see fit, who are called Eclectic Wicca’s.  Being an eclectic Wicca, free range witch, suited the best fit for Shelly, as she didn’t always have to form her practices or justify her beliefs to a higher power, sort-a-speak.  It has been many years since Shelly has been practicing this belief, but since her adult years, post high school, is when it really took off.  Many, many times she has been trying to perfect her practices, be consistent, stay faithful, and perfect her magical spells and antidotes.  It would be in your career years, as a nurse, where she would finally begin to see the fruits of her hard work paying off, and always put to the test.  Little did she know that another test was yet coming, and that this time it would be a very dear friend of hers that she loves and cares for deeply.

On this particular night, Shelly would receive a call from her dear friend, Dawn, who seems very distraught and upset on the phone.  At first Dawn was talking so fast that Shelly couldn’t keep up, but once she was able to slow her down, all her inner emotions just came rolling out at once and filled Shelly’s ear with pain, hurt and anger and frustration.  Dawn must’ve continued her sobbing story, from the beginning of when her marriage began to fail up until finding him in the bed with a whore, for at least thirty minutes or so.  Shelly was only able to squeeze in a few words of encouragement and uplifting messages, but it was just enough to stage off Dawn’s vengeful mindset, at least for the time being.  One of the things Shelly struggled with as being so engulfed into her faith, was being very sensitive to other people’s energy, especially when it was reeling with negativity and darkness.  She always felt a strange and weird connection between Vincent and Dawn, and never really cared about those two getting married, but she wanted to support her friend anyway for happiness.  Now, with years past the wedding bells upon them, the negative energy is ever stronger, and the heavy burdened heart of Dawn has been showing itself in Shelly’s dreams for the past few months.

Several minutes after the phone call with Dawn, Shelly gathers her thoughts and decide to do something about her friend’s grief that burdens her as well.  Unknown to all visitors to her house, Shelly proceeds downstairs to her basement after turning on the ceiling light, which isn’t very bright.  Walking down the steps, with the sound of her feet striking the wooden steps echoing, she reaches the bottom and enters through a black laced curtain.  The hanging black laced curtain separates two parts of the basement, and the part you enter once you cross through the laced curtains, is the Wicca’s Layer.  Shelly has been part of the local chapter, Harrisburg Chapter of the Covens, but only attends when she feels the necessity too, and led to do so in her heart.  Once she entered the layer of her faith, and was standing before the Pentagram of the Five Elements Wheel, she began to light candles that surround the foundation of the circular structure and knelt once completed.  A Wiccan prayer, that was suggested by another wiccan who practices similar to her, was said and repeated at least three times with her eyes close, sitting back on her heels and hands flat on her thighs.

After a few seconds, once the prayer was repeated a third time, Shelly opens her eyes, exposing her Pentagram of the Five Elements necklace from underneath her shirt and spinning the wheel gently.  As the wheel spins in front of her, and her eyes focused on the center of the wheel spinning, she rubs and plays with the necklace until the wheel stops.  Breaking her focus from the center of the wheel, Shelly looks down at where the needle stopped the wheel at, and saw that the element of fire was picked.  Immediately, she stands up to her feet, side stepping to her right and moving forward through another black laced curtain where her magic circle was drawn being nine to ten feet in diameter.  In the middle of the magic circle is a drawn depiction of the Pentagram of the Five Elements with one candle for each element bordering the circle.  As soon as Shelly sat down in the middle of the circle, the red candle lit up, which was directly in front of her.  She crossed her feet underneath herself, placed her hands on her knees, straightening up her spine and closing her eyes, which she called the Element Pose.  It was at this point she began to pray and wish punishment against Vincent, and his antics, against Dawn, which she was fully aware that could backfire upon her if she was not careful.

Shelly spent at least four hours in the magic circle, and did not exit the circle until her magical deed had come to pass.  The very magical deed she was hoping for would punish Vincent beyond what any other human, especially Dawn herself, could seek.  Vincent woke up in the middle of the night, in the bed all alone and not aware of where Dawn is, and went into the master bathroom to use the toilet.  As he stood there urinating into the toilet, a severe burning sensation began to form very quickly, and the feeling of fire spreading throughout his groin region, encompassing his ass.  Obviously, this woke him up from his half-sleep state, and prompted a blood curling scream out of him as he continued to urinate into the toilet, which is now steaming upward as like hot springs rolling through the wet rock-bed.  Just as his crisis thought it was ending, he felt massive pains in his stomach and abdomen that put him on the ground, in the fetal position making his skin and face blush red, eyes watering and barely open and shaking uncontrollably.  The pain was so great inside his body that he couldn’t scream out, although he fought very hard to do so.  Just before he was getting ready to pass out from the massive pain cultures in his mid-section, it all suddenly stopped and he just laid out on his back, flat looking up at the ceiling, breathing heavy from the ordeal.

An emergency service call was broadcasted over the radio to ems and available police officers in the area of Vincent’s home.  Roxie Blue, a Boston native and Allegheny County deputy, hears the call comes out and decides to respond, even though it is within the city limits of Pittsburgh.  Both agencies often help each other, and have a mutual aid agreement when certain incidents are being responded too.  Being only a few blocks away from the house, Roxie responded and pulled up to the front of the house and didn’t hear or see anything that may look unusual.  As she approaches the front door, using her flashlight checking the property while she walks up, she hears the sirens of the ambulances arriving a block away.  Approaching the front door, she knocks on it and see that it just slowly swings open with no wind to blame for the sudden open.  Thinking that someone is hiding behind the door, and with her weapon now out of its holster, she jumps through the doorway swinging the door close to see who it is, but it’s no one.  Some of the lights in the house are on, and some appear in the dim position as she looks around to see what is going on.  At the same time the ambulance, and other emergency vehicles pull up in front of the house, Roxie hears someone moaning upstairs, which to her sounded like someone might be a victim.

Not waiting for back-up, and scared shitless of what she might find, she starts breathing very hard with the palms of her hands beginning to sweat.  The moaning gets louder and louder as she starts to climb the steps, with her service weapon pointed in front of her at all the blind corners.  Once at the top of the steps, she noticed that one of the bedroom doors is closed, while all the others are open.  Nervous as hell, possibly shaking on the inside, Roxie clears every room from the hallway not wasting any time.  At the master bedroom door, where the moaning sounded like it was just on the other side, a smell of something burnt or burning was penetrating her nasal passages, nearly offending her sensibility.  As other officers can be heard entering through the front door on the floor below, Roxie counts to three, under her breath, and rushes through the door with her service weapon pointed once again out front.  Scanning the room she doesn’t see Vincent on the floor until she lowers her arms, which were blocking her downward vision, but the sight that she saw of Vincent would be disturbing and horrific.

END OF CHAPTER II

Henry Scott

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