Serena overcoming

Serena drifts through the gray buildings with her mind outside of her body. The dripping sound of water from the fire escapes above her are muffled by the horns and sirens on the busy streets of the city. She walks through the clouds of heat that are seeping through the cracks of manholes beneath her. Her eyes remain locked on the cement floor as her memory flashes a picture of her mother standing above her with an angered finger pointed at her. She hears the echo of her memory yell, “You’re nothing but a weak little mistake!” She sees that the ground has changed from a level surface to a dip into the street where cars are whizzing at the speed of impatience; she turns to her right and continues to walk with her thoughts.

That same memory yells, “You’ll only amount to anything if you find a strong man that you can manipulate enough to actually accept you! Maybe then, I’ll be able to say you accomplished something worth praising!” Her adolescent hands cupped her face as her sandy blonde locks covered the rest of her head. Uncontrollable tears leaked from the sides of her hands and caused more rage to curl the lips of her mother. Serena’s hands were jerked from her face as her mother yelled, “Oh I’ll give you something to cry about! You’re nothing but a weakling! You can’t even take some words before you dirty up my carpet with your tears! Do you know how much this costs, because it’s more than you’ll ever amount to!” Serena pattered her little feet as fast as she could to escape this torment called home. She heard her mother yell, “You can’t escape what you are to me!”

Before she knows it, she is back at her post on the top of an apartment. She scans the sidewalks and streets with empty eyes until she spots some masked people in a black wagon. The emptiness in her eyes fills for a closer look at these people. The car turns and blocks her view with its tinted windows. She squints and keeps her eyes locked on the car. The wagon stops and lets out its masked passengers. She sees four men run into a restaurant next to them in a hunched position to conceal something they are all carrying individually. As soon as the first one kicks open the door, she sees them reveal their semi-automatic rifles and fire in the air to get everyone’s attention. After she hears the screams, she keeps her eyes on the wagon as it drives around the corner and parks next to the building she is standing on. She sighs as she says, “Here we go.”

She leaves the off-white perch on the top of the building through the metal door with its alarm disabled. The elevator straight ahead is open, so she gets inside of it and holds onto the 1 button and the door close button. She doesn’t let her hands off of the buttons and watches the red numbers above the door countdown from 10 until they get to 1. She walks out of the doorway and briskly walks through the revolving glass door to exit the building. She scans rapidly from left to right and then trots to her right where she saw the car park on the street. She peeks around the corner of the building to see the black wagon still parked and waiting for his friends to finish their job in the restaurant.

Her memories echo, “You’re nothing but a weakling! You’re nothing but a weakling! You’re nothing but a weakling!” until she realizes that she picked up the lid of the trashcan on the corner of the street and slammed it into the window of the getaway car. The glass shatters and causes gunshots to emerge from within the car. The pedestrians around them sprint for their lives to get as far away as possible.

She thrusts her hand into the side of the villains arm and hears him scream after his arm snaps on the side of the door. She pries the gun from his mangled arm and pushes it against the area where the neck and chin connect. She feels him swallow deeply as she stares into his green eyes. She grumbles, “Get the fuck out of the car.” He starts to reach for something in the passenger seat, so she arms the gun with a click and watches as his eyes widen. The man puts up his hands and then opens the car door from the outside with both of his hands visible for her. He slowly steps out with his arms still up and gets on his knees as her free hand guided him to do. She sharply whispers, “Give me your mask.” He takes it off and reveals his angered face and brown hair. She bashes the gun against his temple and knocks him out.

After she puts the gun on her hip and his mask on her head, she throws him into the back seat and then gets into the driver seat of the wagon. She looks around to see if there is a timer of some sort for when he is supposed to go back. Then, she hears, “The eagle is ready to fly! Eagle is ready to fly!” through the walkie-talkie in the unconscious man’s pocket. She grins as she puts the car into gear and screams the tires towards the rest of the gang.

She sees everyone involved in the heist waiting on the street with bags full of stolen goods. She screeches to a halt, so they all hop in. She burns out again and then takes a sharp right away from the crime scene. The person in the front passenger seat yells, “What happened to window!?” She ignores him and keeps on barreling down the street at the speed of urgency. The passenger looks at the speedometer and sees that they are going over 90mph on a main street. He yells, “What the hell are you doing ma-” He takes a closer look at her and sees that she has boobs and a feminine figure. He points his gun at her head and yells, “Stop the fucking car or I shoot!” She grins through her mask and slams on the brakes as she slaps the gun forward. Bullets fly out of the barrel and cause the passengers behind her to reach for their guns. As her ears are ringing, she hits the gun above her head with the man still holding onto it and whips the car to the right. More bullets fire out to send jolts of adrenaline through her thirsty veins as she shoves the gun back. The barrel points at the person directly behind her and makes his insides visible on the backseat and passenger door. Shaky screams escape from his lips as she knocks the gun in a whipping motion to face the other person that is about to shoot at her.

The gun flies out of the person next to her’s hand and knocks the gun out of the potential shooter’s hand. The man next to her rears back his fist to strike her. She grins again as she slams on the brakes and makes him slam into the windshield. The person who was trying to shoot her, flies into the front seat and becomes tangled with his friend. She slams on the gas and tangles them together even more. The roar of the engine sends a shiver of goosebumps around her body until her hairs stick through the sleeves on her shirt. Pedestrians and vehicles whiz by the car faster than she cares to make out their different images. Horns flash by as the rise of the engine fuels her glands through the rumble beneath the gas pedal. The rumble of the pedal matches her heartbeat as her eyes remain locked on the building surrounded by cars that are black and white with the occasional grey vehicle.

She sees the gray steps that lead to their destination a hundred feet in front of them. She unlocks her door and slows down just enough to kick the emergency brake so the wagon whips up the steps as it screeches and hops while she rolls out of the car. The men in the wagon were able to grab onto their weapons, so they charge out of the wagon after they compose themselves with rifles in hand. She sprints behind the nearest building and hears gunshots searching for her. She exhales with relief when she hears, “Freeze!” from the top of multiple officers’ lungs. She peaks around the corner and sees the men holding their hands up with their hatred filled eyes still looking in her direction. A cop yells, “On the ground!” and approaches them with his gun pointed at the back of the man on the right’s head. She looks over everyone’s head and sees the Police Station sign smiling back at her. She looks back down at the captured villains and smiles when she sees the officers pulling the unconscious man out of the back of the wagon.

Serena takes off the mask and then makes her way back to the headquarters. She looks around to see the lively people pointing and asking, “What the hell just happened?”
Another person says, “It had to be an undercover or something. I’ve seen stuff like this on t.v.”
“Without a doubt.”

She giggles to herself as she shakes her head. Her mind is at ease when she sees the sun shining beyond the gray clouds above the city. She makes it back to the alley and enters into the headquarters. D locks eyes with her and says, “Glad to see you’re still with us.”
While smirking she says, “I still have work to do before I leave.” She grabs the gun that was on her hip and puts it on the main table as she continues walking to her room.
He smiles at her and never stops watching her. As she is about to close the door, he says, “Some food will be ready pretty soon. Do you have any objections to steak and veggies?”
“Nope. Just make sure my steak is rare.”
His smile never leaves as he says, “Yes ma’am.”

She turns with happiness as she closes the door.


Serena Meets D

Serena’s mind fades from her dreams to see light slightly touching her face from the slightly opened door.  Caution holds her still until her eyes blink twice while her head slowly turns to the right.  The blurred silhouette of a man stands on the other side of the door until her sight focuses to see D.  She sees him without any expressive creases on his face as he turns his head to face every room with busy eyes.  When his mouth wiggles back and forth slightly, she sees him drop his eyes and walk to the right of her vision.  She slides up from her shadowed sheets and looks down at the floor to watch where she places her right foot.  A subtle wooden creak presses into her ears, so her mouth flexes a slight frown until she sees the coast is clear.  She picks up the pajama pants on the ground and puts on a black laced bra from the black dresser to her right.

Her green right eye dashes back and forth in between the slightly opened door.  After her left hand slowly pushes the door to her body’s size, she squeezes out and focuses on the blue light making shadows within itself on the wall.  She focuses on where the light is coming from and sees the back of D’s head.  She glides over to his opened door and rests her left hand on the inside of the door-frame as she looks at the television screen full of happy faces.  After she hears D’s voice say, “Honey, you gotta see this!  Say it again angel” she realizes this is a family video.

The child supporting its chubby body with legs full of rolls smiles its full cheeks as its stubby fingers reach for the lens of the camera.  The camera moves to the side as the sound of multiple short kisses that were finished with a blow on a chubby neck cause giggling to rest in Serena and D’s ears.  The camera goes back to the baby’s face while D says, “Come on Cynthia, say it one more time for daddy.”  Cynthia hops up and down rapidly without leaving the ground as she puts her right pointer finger in her mouth with her left hand cradling her right palm.

Cynthia looks back at the Camera and says, “Da-da” so D holding the camera shouts, “That’s my girl!”

A woman with subtle athletic curves kneels down with wide brown eyes as she turns her head full of black whimsical curls to face D holding the camera.  Laughter comes out of D from behind the camera again before the woman says in a Middle Eastern accent, “Did she just say?!”

D laughs and says, “Yes!  She said Da-da!”

The woman picks up Cynthia and says, “Great job Cynthia!  Great job my little baby!” and smothers her chubby cheeks with kisses after she pulls her curly black hair to the side of her head.  She says, “That’s my girl.” and hugs her tightly as she bounces Cynthia’s body up and down.

D says, “Hey, I was there for the baking process too.  Don’t act like those nine months were only hell for you.”  They chuckle with each other, so he says, “I still feel like we need an exorcist after you blew up on me for eating the chips that one time.”

The woman says, “Don’t listen to daddy” in Cynthia’s ear before she plucks her with kisses again.  She then turns to face D and says, “I love you.”

D replies, “I love you too Nala.”  The camera is put to the side and only sees the white sectional couch with the painting of the Eiffel Tower on the wall.  The sound of D kissing Nala hits D and Serena’s ears again as D’s focus on the television screen zooms out until he sees the reflection of Serena peaking through his doorway.  He slides his left pointer finger under his nose a couple times before he pauses the video.  D asks, “Can I help you Serena?”

Serena replies, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I mean.  Obviously something happened to your family.  It must have been traumatic, so I want to say I’m sorry.”

D presses his lips together with his eyes facing the rug on the wooden floor.  He brings his head back up and says, “Do you really wanna know why I do this?”  He turns his face to her’s resting in the doorway, and then points his open palm at the top of his white sheets with golden accents.

Serena mixes her smile with awkwardness as she says, “Yeah… I’m not wearing a shirt.”

D chuckles and asks, “Are you at least wearing a bra?”


“Then you don’t have to worry about me molesting you.  You can take a seat and I will still pay attention to you and be able to speak clearly with you.  Although, I can’t say the same for my men; so in the future, wear clothes if you’re leaving your room.”  She hesitates, so he drops his palm towards the bed again and puts his hand on his white and black chair’s arm.   She walks into the room and sits on the bed with her body facing D.  He turns his head and laughs after he sees her only wearing a bra.

Serena says, “Sorry for spying on you by the way.”

“No worries.  It could have been someone a lot worse than you.”

Serena’s face scrunches as her eyes dart back and forth quickly before saying, “Wait, people have broken in here before?”

D chuckles again as he says, “No… but, you never know if someone will one of these days.”


“Relax.  But, since you wanted to see my past, that was my family.  Yes, they were murdered.  By who, I don’t really know.  All that I know is that he did it to get to me, so now I want to find him.  It started this whole operation because I used to just live in solitude with my wife and my baby girl as a prominent business man.  But apparently the quiet life wasn’t the life I was meant to live.  Yet now… I don’t even care to kill anyone besides the man that took away my family.  It wouldn’t bring them back, so what’s the point in killing anyone besides this man?  I honestly wouldn’t care if I died one of these days because then I would be free with my family; in a place where I don’t have to worry about the killing that goes on around here.”

“Can I ask how they… you know?”

D’s face loses all emotions as he says, “You don’t want to know that.  I still get nightmares from all of the blood.  It’s what made me so callous to killing someone that killed someone else.  And it reminds me that I want to kill that bastard still, yet, I would want to die shortly after.  I can’t take the memories anymore.”

Serena’s sorrow calms her face as she says, “Wow… I’m so sorry D.”

“It’s okay.  It’s not like you did it.  But I am curious to know why you’re here.”

“What do you mean?”

“I kill because of what happened to the people I love.  My men kill because of what happened to the people they love; even the ones with rough stories in the past.  They were only killers because they needed to vent their frustration of a serious event in their lives.  I showed them how to kill the people that are like the ones that hurt and killed their loved ones.  So… I’ll ask you again.  Why are you really here?”

“Well a killer killed my father.”

“Yes, your mother.  Yet why didn’t you just kill her if killing is how you want to vent your frustration?  She is the cause of your misery, so she will most likely be the closure that you’re looking for.  Why don’t you want closure?”

“That’s my mother!”

“Do you really feel the emotions that a child should feel towards their mother?”


“Do you really feel like she is a mother to you?  The loving figure that is supposed to make your life a better place and truly nurture you like you desire?”

Serena pauses with her green eyes locked on D’s golden brown eyes.  After he raises his left eyebrow and tilts his head slightly to the left, she sighs and says, “No.  But I’m conflicted because she’s my mother.”

“I know.  So what are you going to do about it?”

“I figure… if I learn how to kill properly and get it out of my system with all of the people that are here hurting other people, it may go away.”

D nods with his lips pressed together on the right side of his mouth.  He breathes deeply from his nostrils until he says, “Take it from a guy that’s been doing this so long that he can’t even count how many people he’s killed…  I don’t care about killing another person.  All I want to do is find the man that killed my wife and our child and kill him.  Then I hope to only die shortly afterwards.  She was my life, so my life ended when I saw her casket having dirt thrown on it at her funeral.  And when I saw the miniature casket right next to hers’, I lost grip of my life.  I gripped a handful of different types of drugs and started snorting, smoking and drinking myself to the afterlife.  Yet after someone punched me in the bar and I snapped on him by beating him until he had to be resuscitated by medical personnel for two hours, I realized I needed to face my problem head on.  So when I find the true reason for my misery; this man, then I will kill him and hope to die shortly after.”

“How do you know it was a man?”

D stares at her without any motion until he can feel her becoming uncomfortable.  After she slightly sits back for any type of response, he says, “He made me watch what happened to her on a video when he had me imprisoned; and then he insisted that he was going to kill me after he knows I’m good and sad.”

“Why did this man capture you and torture you like this?”

D stands up and says, “I told you, I was a prominent business man.  Unfortunately the eyes that watch you when you’re up there are not always good.  I was working on an idea for self-sustaining energy and he wanted it.  Apparently it was more important than life and love to this man.”  He makes his way over to the bed and sits next to her and says, “So, you need to stop running and face your fears head on.  I do believe everything happens for a reason, but you need to understand that sometimes, bad things don’t have to happen if you listen to what’s happening around you.”  D looks off to the side as he says, “I just wish I wouldn’t have thought his death threats on my family were just a prank.”  He looks back at Serena and says, “But you should get to bed” he chuckles while saying, “and next time, if you decide to play secret spy again, make sure you wear clothes.  Your physique is desired by more than just nice honest men.  Okay?”

She chuckles and says, “Okay.  Goodnight D.”

He smiles and says, “Call me Darren.”

“Darren.  You can call me Abigail.  But in front of everyone else it’s Serena.”

They chuckle as he says, “Same rules apply to when you should call me D or Darren.  Now, off you go.”

She hugs him, so he rests his fingers on her back and grips tightly onto her.  A long pause holds them together until Darren sighs and nods for her to leave.  Serena stands up and walks towards the door.  As she turns to go to her room, she looks back to see D still staring at his rug without any expression on his face.  Her eyes scan for any other emotion on his body, yet they still see the emptiness within his heart weighing down his expressions.  She turns away and makes her way back to her bed and goes back to sleep.

Serena’s First Watch

Serena wakes up in her designated room in their lair.  She scans her black surroundings and sees a letter on her grey nightstand.  Her beige sheets are moved from her body as she slides over to read what D placed next to her.  It simply says, “Your sector is between 95th and 135 Street.  And in between those streets, you cover everything within two blocks of those areas.  Have fun, and make sure I don’t have to give you an obituary.  Kick some ass.”

She grins and then walks over to the black dresser in the corner of the room.  She sees her leather outfit she wore on her first day along with her knives, her pole and the gun she took from the man on the street on top of it.  She shakes her head with a grin as she whispers, “Thanks D” and suits up for her first day on watch.  She then walks to their underground garage by hitting the button under her dresser to open the secret door to her left.  It drops her down so that she sees her motorcycle with a fresh new black paint job with red accents next to the other vehicles.  She marvels at the hummer with weapons taking over every corner of the car and the sports cars that are resting on their undercarriage until someone turns them on.  She smiles as she says, “Awesome” and hops on her bike to notice it has no license plate anymore.  She puts on her helmet and hits the side of it to illuminate her surroundings.  The screen pops on inside of the helmet and says, “Good morning Serena… new additions have been added to my features.”

Pictures of weapons hidden on the sides and behind the front and tail light begin to flash on the screen in red.  The computer in her helmet says, “To access these weapons, use the voice commands of which weapon you want to use and I will obey.  And D says, ‘I hope you enjoy the gifts.’  Do you understand?”

She smirks again and says, “Loud and clear.”

“Thank you master.  Call me if you need anything.”

“I will  computer.  Thank you.”

“Your welcome master.”

The garage opens at the ramp, so she turns on her bike to hear the new horsepower ricochet off of the wall.  She takes off into the street and bullets past every car until she makes it to her destination.  Horns yell at her chaos on the road as she smiles with her middle finger waving at all of her spectators.  She makes it to her sector and parks her bike behind a trash bin.  When she hits a new button she sees on her helmet, her bike turns into a chameleon.  She moves her head diagonally in disbelief to see the slight outline of where her bike is.  She chuckles while saying, “Oh fuck yeah” and struts down the alley with heat rising from the street on this chilly day.

As she asks, “Where to first?” she hears glass shatter to her right.  She creeps over to see a clerk being held at gunpoint by a man hiding his face with a ski mask.

As the trembling man throws up his hands, the crook yells, “Gimme the fucking money!”

The trembler says, “I… I, I can’t… It’s, it’s locked and, and, and”

“And, and, and, spit it out motha fucka!”

“And, and, its, its locked.”

“You said that bitch!”  He becomes impatient, so he pistol whips the clerk and hops behind the counter.

His grin shines through his mask as his eyes widen from the anticipation of a payday.  Serena points her gun at the man’s shoulder and takes out his firing arm.  He yells violently as he searches for who shot him.  He picks up the gun with his usable arm and fires wildly at nothing.  He yells at the person on the ground, “Did you fucking hit an alarm for the cops!?” before he draws his gun at the man’s head.

Serena whispers to herself, “I tried to keep from killing you” as she frees another bullet to shatter brains on the wall.  The stuttering man creeps from the ground and shakes as he looks out of the broken window.  He sees the brown hair on Serena’s head show that she’s there before he sees her face.

He examines her some more until he sees that she has a gun.  He yells, “Please, please, don’t, du, du, don’t, ki, ki, kill… mu, mu, me…”

She waves him off and says, “Relax, I’m not here to hurt you.  Carry on with your day and go home to your family.”

“Thank, tha, tha, tha, thank, you.”

“You’re welcome.”

She climbs up the ladder of the building behind her and watches the police rush to the location in an instant.  She watches the clerk wave and point his hands at the ground and the criminal as the police try and figure out who took this man out.  The clerk throws up his hands and shrugs his shoulders to deny any trace of Serena being there.  She smirks and says, “Good boy” before she turns her attention to the rest of her sector.

Screams echo from two blocks down, so she leaps from the top of her building to the building next to her and looks below.  A woman’s clothes are being ripped off by the eager hands of one man as another holds her upper body still.  Her dainty legs kicks for any salvation as liquid lust leaks out of a man’s eager mouth.  He says, “I love it when they scream” to his counterpart that chuckles his idiocy into the woman’s ear.

Serena slides down the side of the building by a pole and leaps off with her knife in hand.  As her hair waves to the beat of falling air, she raises her arms with the blade in front of her and adjusts her hands to be aligned with the top of the eager man’s head.  She plants the blade in the top of the man’s skull and takes out her pole to whack the shocked counterpart of the deceased man.  His head dents in and leaves him unconscious on the ground.  The woman shakes as he falls to ground before she wraps Serena with her arms and says, “Thank you, thank you so much.”

The woman is pat on the back before Serena nods at her and climbs up the ladder to observe her surroundings again.  She says to herself, “Damn, this city really is always full of corrupt bastards.  Probably just too many people in this world to begin with.”

She hears frantic footsteps to her left, so she looks down to see a man running from five different men.  He runs out of alleyway and darts around to fake out the men who were chasing him.  They smile at him as they charge and the closest one to him punches him in the face.  Another goon hits the defending man in his ribs before one of the other five men kicks his shin to send him to the ground.  The defenseless man curls into the fetal position and takes constant kicks to his forearms and his legs along with his open back.  Serena throws her stick at the men and races down the stairwell to help him out.

One of the men is hit with her spinning stick, so he grunts and rubs his head as he searches for who hit him.  Her foot plants on his open chin and causes the other four men to look at what’s going on.  She raises herself from the ground as the person she knocked out lies at her feet.  The goons look at each other with the right side of their face scrunched together before they see her slide into a fighting stance.  The one who seems to be leading the attack says, “Lady, you don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I’m stopping some pussies from ganging up on one person.”

The man on the ground says, “Thank God.”

The person at the man’s back kicks him, so she says, “If you really call yourselves fighters, then come and get me.”

They surround her before the one who seems to be leading the pack charges at her.  She evades his attack and hits the man to her left and does a forward roll to the person next to him.  She pops up with a swift kick to his face and plants her foot on the shin of the man behind her to break it on impact.  He falls to the ground and grips his broken leg as the last man standing is caught in a fist fight with Serena.

A barrage of fists are exchanged between them with Serena only landing her punches.  His face whips side to side with his teeth losing their grip on his gums.  Blood begins to replace the spit flying from his mouth before he steps back and tries to compose himself.  She charges and kicks him in his chest to make him pant on the ground in his own defeat.  She stands above him and says, “What did you learn?”

He spits out another tooth followed by blood before he says, “But he stole from the bar I work at.”

She turns back to the person who’s cowering on the ground and walks over to ask, “Did you steal from them?”

He looks up slowly and says, “I needed it.”

She kicks him in his face and takes the money that’s revealed in his pocket to give it to the bloodied man.  She says, “I’m sorry for what happened to you guys.  But next time, just fight him one on one and be more aware of your money.”  The man on the ground sighs and lays his head back after she puts the money in his pocket.  She climbs up the ladder and scans her sector some more for any trouble.

A yawn consumes her face as she’s scanning the ground.  She sees a group of police officers surround a man walking down the street with a little girl on his shoulders.  She reads their faces to see that fear is all that the man holding the girl is displaying.  The officers heads are snapping like they’re barking orders, yet the man is shaking his head as he places his little girl on the ground slowly.  Serena’s face scrunches with questions, so she slowly creeps down the side of the building to hear what’s being said.

An officer says, “You shouldn’t have crossed him Tony.”

The man replies, “I don’t know how I crossed him by denying his offer kindly.  He said that I had a choice in the matter, so I declined.”

“Now why would you wanna do something as stupid as that?”

“I’d rather spend time with my little girl without having to worry about our safety.  Please, I don’t want any trouble.  I just want to continue raising Cynthia in peace.  I never wanted to be a part of the game and I want to make sure she stays safe from any harm that may come from that kind of work.”

“You know we can’t let you leave after showing you what we do.”

The electrified nightsticks of the officers are drawn as the little girl is pried away from her father’s hand.  She screams as her brown locks are tossed to the side with her fragile body.  The father takes a swing at the officers and takes out one of them before he screams from one of the electrified sticks hitting his back.  He falls to the ground and convulses from every electrifying attack administered to his body.  Serena swings from the nearby stairwell and twists after her legs wrap around one of the officer’s necks.

As his eyes lose their hold of his soul, she kicks every other officer in the face with a roundhouse kick and yells, “Go!” to the man and his little girl.  They flee with the girl being picked up on her father’s battered shoulders as Serena continues to deliver justice to the dirty officials.

She takes the camera’s on their bodies and stomps all of them out so that her face isn’t discovered by whoever they work for.  She then grabs the electrified stick from the officer she sent into the afterlife and beats the rest of them to hell with their friend.  After she’s panting from a day full of violence, she drops her head and makes her way back to her chameleon bike.  She puts on her helmet and illuminates the bike to take off to the hideout.

After she parks back in the garage and makes her way to the main area, she sees D, Ballrug, Bear, Jerry and Koda walking into the training room.  Devastator turns around when he hears something behind them and then nods for his men to continue going into the training room.  He asks, “How was your first day?”

“Very tiring… but it was awesome at the same time.”

“Good.  And did you fight as we agreed?”

“I did.  I only killed killers and rapist and I beat up the people that were only fighting.”

“Eye for an eye.”

“Eye for an eye.”

He smirks at her and begins to walk into the room before she asks, “How do you guys do this everyday though?”

He pauses and looks back at her with the same grin on his face.  He says, “Good question” and then examines her up and down before saying, “I’ll see ya tomorrow” and walks into the room to train with his men.

She smirks at him and puts her ear to the door to hear what they’re doing.  She hears D say, “Prove to me that you either deserve to be the new leader, or that I should still lead all of you.  Ready when you are.”  She hears constant grunts and punches smacking the surface of their skin and takes her head back with wide eyes by realizing Devastator is fighting all four of those men at the same time.

She asks herself, “How often do they try and overtake him?” before she goes to clean herself up from a tiring day.

Serena Suits Up

Serena stands in the matted room in an outfit made of spandex.  D stands across from her only wearing spandex shorts with a grin on his face.  He says, “I’m going to make sure your reflexes are as fine tuned as possible so you won’t over think your attacks in the heat of battle.  Thinking is always recommended though because you will need to think on your toes when someone is trying to steal your life and the lives of many innocent people in a way that I could never prepare you for.  Because even though I hate to admit it, the fate of all of us is sealed.”

Serena asks, “And what fate do you believe is sealed for all of us?”

“Every warrior that fights for justice will end up being killed one way or another.  A normal life is not something we can enjoy once we’ve sworn loyalty to protect others and put our lives on the line.  We are not Superman, and we are not Dragon Ball Z characters; so when we die, we die.  You need to understand this because there is no other way out of this business.  It’s what happened to the ones that trained me and the ones before them.  Okay?”

She shrugs while saying, “Okay.”

“Good.  Now…” he slides his feet into a fighting stance as he says, “attack me.”

She pops her knuckles and rolls her neck around before she hops to loosen up her legs.  He chuckles to himself as he remains motionless.  Her feet repeatedly attack the ground as she closes the gap between them.  She yells as she leaps into the air to kick him.  He steps to the side and grabs her swiftly as he turns her body upside down and slams her on her back.  After she thuds on the ground, she looks up at him to see that he’s still in the same fighting stance as before.  She asks, “How did you do that?”

“I’ve been fighting for a while.  And a word of advice, never leave your feet unless you have to.  You have the type of body men love to throw around, so don’t make it easy for them to do that.”  He helps her to her feet before he gets back in his stance and says, “Again.”

She mimics his fighting stance, so he smirks at her as he locks her eyes within his.  She throws a multitude of punches at him that are blocked without any struggle.  She grunts and kicks with her swinging arms, but he remains unmoved by her actions.  He says as she’s throwing punches at him, “You’re thinking too much” so her face scrunches as she tries to find a weak spot on him.  He sighs as he grabs her left arm with his left hand and spins her around until he has her locked in his arms from behind her back.  She feels his breath on her neck as they remain motionless with her panting from exhaustion.  He asks, “Why did you stop fighting?”

She squirms in his arms, but he holds her still.  He feels her body relax as she says, “Ugh, how am I supposed to hit you like this?”

She feels him smile as he says, “Hit your head on whoever holds you like this on their nose.  But if they’re too tall for that, use your heel to stomp out their toes or hit their balls.  If that isn’t an option as well, use your nails or your teeth to get free.  If none of those are an option, prepare for the after life.  Now attack me.”

“Are you going to let me free to attack you?”

“Would you ask someone that’s trying to kill you that question?”

She sighs before she tries stomping out his toes.  He reads all of her attacks with ease as he dodges her stomps and eventually lifts her up so she can’t touch the ground anymore.  Her legs swing backwards to try and hit his privates, but he counters every attack by kicking her legs before they reach him.  Her head swings violently until she feels his chin hit her head.  He winces as his grip lightens slightly, so she pinches his left tricep until she can wiggle around some more.  As she’s about to get free, she feels him take her to the ground while spinning her to face him.  Her back hits the ground with his face inches from hers.  They remain motionless as he stares at her with the same smirk.  Her eyes move up and down his face as their breath touches each other.

He eventually stands up from on top of her and says, “Again.”  She stands up and brushes herself off and hesitates from attacking him.  He asks, “Something on your mind?”

“Honestly yeah.  I didn’t know this was going to be so intimate.”

He chuckles as he relaxes his stance to say, “Well fighting is a very intimate thing to do.  There’s a reason that a lot of warriors in the old days would shack up with each other after a battle in the spartan days.  It’s also the reason that a lot of people after fighting with their loved one or someone they’re dating have great sex right after their done.”

“Yeah that makes sense…” her eyes close slightly with her lips pressed together before she asks, “Have you and your guys…”

“Ew no… I’m as straight as they come.  Now two of my men may have enjoyed each other one time or another after a couple of excursions, but I’ll never tell you which ones they were.  That’s their business.  And speaking of business” he slides back into his fighting stance and says, “you still have to attack me.”

She smirks at him and throws a couple of punches before he grabs her hand and holds his hand to her neck.  He says, “You’re dead.  Again.”  She throws one punch but he spins her around and wraps his hands around her head and says, “You’re dead.  Again.”  She throws a couple more punches before he locks her head under his arm and says, “You’re dead.  Again.”  A grunt comes out of her before she throws more punches at him.  Instantly she’s stopped again before he says, “You’re dead.  Again.”

She snaps, “Stop saying that.”

“Make me.”  Her face changes from a smirk to a grimace before a couple more attacks from her end with him saying, “You’re dead.  Again.”  She attacks with her legs but gets swept off of her feet and lands with his arms around her neck again with his body behind her.  He says, “You’re dead.  Again.”

“Shut the fuck up!”

“Make me.”

She screams and attacks wildly, so he counters her and locks her to say, “You’re dead.  Again.”

She continues to be frustrated by his constant display of power over her without breaking a sweat.  The days turn into weeks until a couple months of vigorous fighting have been shared between them.  Her fighting is now almost equal to his as she matches his speed and counters him to catch him off guard a couple of times.  When she throws too many attacks at him to protect himself, she wraps her hands around his head and says, “Now you’re dead.”

He chuckles as he pats her on her side while saying, “Good job.  We can finally move on to your next task.”

“Thank God.  But what do you have in mind now?”

“Release me and join me outside.”

“Aw… but I was enjoying being in control of you.”

“Don’t get used to it.  But come on.”  She releases his neck, so they go outside.

Devastator looks to his left and his right before they climb up a ladder at the side of the building.  She follows behind him and asks, “Can you tell me something?”

“Depends on what you’re asking.”

“It’s about what you said about the people who trained you.”

“Ask me when we’re at the top of the building.”


He makes it to the top and then lends her a hand to hoist her up.  As she’s about to speak again, he puts his finger on her lips and walks over to kick a latch on top of the roof closed.  He scans the area and then nods at her, so she asks, “Are there more people like us out there?”


“How many?”

“Enough.  Why?”

“I just wanted to know if we would have help if we were in a serious bind?”

“I see.  Well the answer to that question is no.  They can’t jeopardize giving up their location.  Speaking of which, if we ever are compromised and someone comes here to slaughter us, I will tap on my leg if I have the chance to stall them.  There’s a secret hatch in the medical room that will lead you to a separate location very far from here.  The code for the hatch is 777 and you are to never give that information out.  Understand?”


“Good.  Now, the next task isn’t really a task but it’s really just something to get you familiar with being on rooftops.  I want you to stand at the edge and look down at the ground.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“So… after this task I’ll be given a sector like the other men and I’ll be watching over it?”

“Exactly.  I can’t teach you how to prepare more than I have because everything from here on out depends on your quick thinking abilities.  I figure you’ll do fine with thinking because of how well you manipulated that rapist into thinking you wanted to suck his dick before you killed him.  Also, girls think a lot more than the average guy so I doubt it’ll be like trying to teach bear how to do math.  I love the guy, but violence is definitely his calling.  I’m just glad he’s on our side.”

“I see.  Well then I’ll get comfortable.”

“Good.  Also, feel free to jump from building to building if you like.  It’s what I do.  So trust your instincts and I’ll see you inside when you’re finished out here.”  She nods, so he smirks at her and goes back into the lair.

The breeze lifts her hair above her shoulders as she scans the city.  The smell of urine and manure are vacant where she is, so she’s enjoying this position a lot more already.  The people look the size of beetles as they interact with each other without any knowledge of her spying on them.  She locks her eyes on the building next to her, so she starts sprinting towards it and leaps to make it to the grey ledge.  Her foot slips on impact and she falls with her eyes frantically searching for something to grab onto.  She sees a ladder to her right, so she grabs one of the bars and lowers the ladder as she continues to fall.  When the ladder clicks to stop, her grip slips and she quickly turns her body to face the ground.  After a front flip in free fall, she lands with her hands and her feet on the ground as she pants heavily.

She hears the click of a gun to her head as she remains motionless, so she whips around and smacks the gun while punching him in the face.  The guy falls unconscious, so she takes the gun and says, “Thanks” as she heads into the lair again.

After she opens the door, Devastator asks, “Almost kill yourself?”


He chuckles as he says, “Then you’re ready now.”

Serena’s Initiation

Serena follows the stranger into an open room with a half-oval table of four men staring at her without any expressions.  The man of bronze that she followed taps on the metal chair away from the table and sits down at the open seat in the center of all the men.  Serena sits in the seat and examines all of the burly men hunched over like bears that refuse to let her out of their sights.  Scars are on their arms and some of their faces from battles she’s never heard of.  Everyone has a monstrous physique except for the man that led her into the room.  His is more of a slender shape with obvious muscle definition showing through his skin tight shirt.

The man in the center leans forward so that his face is heavily shadowed like the rest of the men because of the one light above them.  He says, “They call me The Devastator.  These men beside me are my Legions; and they aren’t the smiling type as you can see.  I invited you here because you showed an interest in protecting people that you know nothing about through our exchanged emails; just like everyone in this room before you.”  He points to the man at his far left and says, “That’s Ballrug.  He came to me about two years ago after his brother was slaughtered in the streets by some gangsters.  He was a wreck until he personally bent their heads back until he saw their spines; one by one.  So now he’s vowed to protect this city with his life, and his scars on his face remind him to always have his guard up.”  The Devastator points to the main next to Ballrug and says, “This black beauty is Koda.  He saw me taking out some robbers in my personal fashion, so he joined me instantly and has never looked back to his old life.  He was a little skinny to join me at first, but after I finished beefing him up, he’s quite a warrior.”  Devastator points to the man directly to his right and says, “This is Bear.  His wife and child were taken away from us in a brutal car accident.  He came to me because he said he no longer has a reason to live, so I showed him that there’s a reason to protect the innocence of others.  You could say he’s become quite fond of it.”  The Devastator points to the farthest man to his right and says, “And finally you have my good friend Jerry.  He kept his real name because he doesn’t care if the corrupted officers of this city find him.  He’s personally taken out fifteen officers and too many criminals to count.  Believe it or not, he’s very skilled in remaining unseen.”  The Devastator stretches his arms out to say, “And together, we’re the unknown protectors of this city of Demsy.  Do some crimes slip through our fingers?  Unfortunately, yes.  But we make sure that we watch over our sectors as closely as possible.  So I ask you Abigail, or should I say, Serena… what makes you think you can join us?”

Serena takes a deep breath and says, “Well… even though I don’t have the size that you men have or the ability to run a secret alliance like you’ve been able to do Devastator… I know that there’s a desire within me to help others.  The only difference with my help, is that I tend to help with violent actions.  Most girls grow up watching pretty princess stories and believe the lie of a fairy-tale where everything works out and everybody lives happily ever after; while I grew up with a mother that always showed me that violence will leave a mark on someone’s heart, no matter how intense the beating.  And my father was always a good guy until I found out that he was poisoned by my mother because she wanted the insurance money.  I never turned her in because I was just a little girl, and the beating she gave me for finding out was enough to keep my mouth shut until it was too late for any officers to collect any evidence.  I’ve never been able to forgive myself for that, so I feel that killing some criminals might ease the pain.  How many?  I don’t know.  All I know is that I don’t have the desire to live without taking out as many criminals as I can before I go.  So I’m willing to always follow your commands and I will undergo any training that you require.”

The Devastator nods and says, “Is that right?… I’m sorry to hear about your father.  Have you done anything to your mother for what she’s done to your family?”

“Well, I put a cigarette out on her head at my wedding and then hit her face with my motorcycle helmet.”

He laughs and nudges Koda with his elbow and then clears his throat.  “Nice.  But ok… if you really think you have what it takes.  Let’s see if your body does as well.  Anybody can have the will of a warrior, but, not everyone has the body of a warrior.”  He looks at his men and says, “Gentlemen” so they stand up and surround her in her chair.  She stands up and looks all of them in the eye cautiously before The Devastator says, “Follow me” and leads her to the next room to their right with his men still surrounding her.

They enter a green room that’s lined with mats all around and has gym lights all across the ceiling.  Devastator points to the circle in the center of the room, so Serena steps into it and turns to face him as his men continue to surround her in the form of a square.  Devastator smiles as he says, “Are you ready?”

She replies, “I don’t know what I’m supposed to be ready for.”

“You’ll know when we start.  But first, I need you to take out all of your weapons and hand them to me.”  He walks over to her and holds his palm in an upward position in front of her chest.  She looks down and sighs before she takes out the knife in her boot and hands it to him.  He clears his throat and bounces his hand, so she rolls her eyes and takes out the miniature pistol from her hip, the other knives at her sides and the pole at the side of her left leg.  He says, “That’s better” and calmly turns around and throws the weapons on the ground in a corner.  He stands at a safe distance and crosses his arms.  He stares her in the eyes with a grin and says, “Are you ready?”

She says, “I guess-” and feels her stomach caving in from a kick by one of the guys.  As she begins to hunch over, she feels her left cheek knocking into her right cheek as she’s punched by Koda.  Her body falls limp, but then she’s kicked two feet outside of the circle by Bear from her side.  She rolls over herself until she stops and screams in pain.  Jerry lifts her by her hair and punches her face from his grasp.  He wiggles his knuckles to see her blood dance on his hand before Ballrug picks up her body and punts her like a ragdoll.  They remain motionless as they stare at her screaming in pain on the ground.  She spits out some blood as her clinched eyes hold back the welling tears of pain.  She stairs at the men who hit her and picks her withered body up with trembling arms.  She wipes the blood from under her nose and slowly backs into a corner to try and eliminate an attack from behind.  Yet as she’s stepping back, she realizes that she has no idea where Jerry is.  Her eyes flare open as she feels her back bump into something other than a wall.  But before she can try to defend herself, she feels his arms wrap around her thin waist as he drives her to the ground and skids her face on the mat below them.  She lies motionless with her heavy breathing as her only comfort.

Devastator walks up to her and asks, “Had enough yet?” She remains a panting mess until she opens one of her bloodshot eyes in his direction.  He smiles at the rage within her as her shaky body picks itself up.  She spits more blood on the ground and winces when she brushes her hand on the mat burn on her cheek.  He walks away with the same grin on his face and watches from a safe distance again.

She looks to her left and locks eyes with Koda before she feels Bear punch her in her chest.  She flies back to the ground, so the men rush over and kick her repeatedly as she covers her face and stomach with her beaten arms.  After weakness drops her guard in front of her face for a second, she feels a foot connect with her head.  Her arms drop from their protective position, so Jerry picks her up by the skin at the side of her hip and flings her behind his body.  The skin that was grabbed hangs over itself with an oozing wound trickling down her leather pants.  She remains motionless, so Devastator holds up his hand and walks over to check her pulse.  Her heart’s still beating, so he nods at the men and walks back to his position.

The men attacking her walk towards her and surround her to hit her again.  As Ballrug is lifting his right leg to stomp on her, her eyes flare open and she jams her fist into his privates.  He winces as he grabs her hand that hit him and throws he body into Koda.  Koda catches her and slams her to the ground.  After she bounces with pain, she quickly turns and bites his leg to make him yell.  He rips his leg away from her teeth before Jerry kicks her legs and spins her withered body on the ground.  She rolls and leaps into him, but is slammed without any struggle.  Jerry lifts his right leg to stomp on her, but she swivels around and kicks his other leg to send him to the ground.  As Bear’s charging at her, she kicks his face and turns his head.  He turns back to her and smiles before he hits her in her face.  She falls onto her back and lies in her panting mess.  Devastator yells, “That’s enough!” so the men stop their next charge and stare at her on the ground.

When Devastator walks up to her, he picks her up and hears her wincing within his arms.  She asks with her beaten voice, “How come you didn’t fight me you pussy?”

He laughs as he carries her into the next room and says, “Because I can’t hit a girl.  No matter what.”

“Afraid I’d take you down?”

He tries to keep from bouncing to much with laughter to keep her pain as minimal as possible.  He then says, “I’m sure you noticed the scars on my men.  Well I’ll tell you they didn’t get those from their acts of being a vigilante with me.  I initiated all of them, so they know they should never attack me.”

“Well, they’re not so tough.”

“I think your withered state says the opposite.”  She chuckles but then grunts in pain to stop her laughter.  He says, “But you did very well.  Now the second part of this test is to see if you heal completely.  If you do, you’re in.  If not, I give you a parting gift of five million dollars and you’re sworn to secrecy.  I was seeing if you would hit my men even though there was no way that you would win… because a true warrior will never give up in any battle.  Even if they know they can’t win.  Also, you never know when you may be attacked, so I couldn’t let you know when the battle would begin.  So great job Serena; now prove to me that you’re woman enough to join us.”  They make it into the room next to the matted room that’s full of beds and oval holes in the ground the size of a body.  He places her body in one of the ovals and pours alcohol on her.  She screams at the top of her lungs, so he says, “This is to kill all of the bacteria that might be resting on your wounds.”  The alcohol drains below her, so he steps back and opens a closet door and holds a big bag of sugar above her.  She looks up and then closes her eyes when she sees him pouring it on her body.  She trembles with screaming pain as he says, “And this is to help with the healing process…  Don’t move from this spot until I come and get you.  I know it hurts, but all of us had to do it.”

She yells, “Fuck you!”

So he chuckles and says, “I know.  But just give it a little bit because after it’s finished with it’s job, you’ll feel better.”  She trembles until the pain adds up too much in her brain; so she passes out.  Devastator nods and then gets on his knees to clean her face.

After she wakes up in a couple hours, she looks down to see that she’s in some new clothes on one of the beds in the room.  She picks up the white gown at her hips and then looks around to see no one around her.  She winces as she turns to the side and stands up from the bed.  She walks over to the door she came into and enters the matted room.  She sees Devastator waiting in a chair outside of the door with a smile growing on his face.  Her eyes widen as she scans the room quickly to see if she’s about to be attacked; so he chuckles and says, “Relax, they’re not here right now.  No one is going to harm you from this group anymore.  You have my word.”

She asks, “Where are they?”

“Duty calls.  But… how do you feel?”

She takes in a deep breath and says, “Is that all you got?”

He chuckles and says, “Welcome to the Legion, Serena.  Your training starts tomorrow, so rest up.”

She finally smiles as she says, “Thank you Devastator.”  She looks at her grown and then back at his face as she asks, “Did you change me?”

“Yes, and call me D.  You’ve earned it.  And I have to admit that I was doubtful of your will to fight.  A girl with your physique isn’t usually able to handle a beating like that.  And when I offered you the five million dollars you didn’t even consider it.  So nice job.  Did you play soccer or volleyball or something?”

“I did both.  How’d you know?”

“You all have the same type of body for the most part.  Very pretty; and far from the brute type.”

She curtsies as she says, “Thank you.  But… how do you get the funds for this… operation?”

“Let’s just say that I may have been the creator of many inventions and they’ve allowed us to have an endless supply of income.  But enough about that.  Get some rest so you’ll be ready for your training.”

“What kind of training.”

“I’m going to teach you how to fight now.  There’s no reason to send you to your grave out there.  Because battles are very one sided out there; and my buddy Koda was successful in taking out sixteen men by himself.  The others have taken out a multitude on their own as well, but they don’t confess as much as Koda does to me.”  She blinks rapidly and shakes her head, so he smiles and says, “I’ll see you tomorrow” before he gets up and walks out of the room.

She turns back into the room and eats the food that she sees on the tray to the left of her bed.  She then lies down and goes to sleep.


A woman’s hair jolts to the side as another slap knocks her balance to the ground.  Yelps and screams are bouncing from girl to girl as they frantically watch a mother taking out her rage on her daughter.  The woman that was slapped blocks another slap to her face, but feels her hair stick to a clinched fist.  Her neck is exposed as she reaches up to try and pry her hair free, but then she feels another slap across her face.  One of the spectators of this violence yells, “Stop it!”

The mother keeps slapping her daughter as she snaps, “Can it Tiffany!”

The women tremble to a corner of the room and watch as the mother holds a cocked palm above her daughter’s face.  The emerald eyes of the beaten woman remain locked in her mother’s hazel eyes without any expression on her face.  Rage quivers the muscles on and around the mother’s peach skin as she anticipates what to do next.  The mother drops her hand and stands up as her upper body expands and compresses to the beat of her heavy breathing.  She says, “Don’t be such a bitch Abigail.  Now pick yourself up and become a real woman by marrying a man that will take care of you.”  She looks over to the quivering women and says, “And I want you bitches to fix her face again.  Make sure the make up covers her redness and that her hair is fixed properly.  Understood?”  The women remain trembling with silence, so the mother snaps, “Understood!”

The women reply, “Yes ma’am” as they rush over to Abigail to clean her up.

Abigail throws out her arms to stop the women from touching her.  She looks at her mother that’s exiting the room and says, “Love you too… Delores.”

Delores’ head inches around her right shoulder until she locks fire into Abigail’s eyes.  She says, “You will only refer to me as mother.”  Silence infuriates the air until Delores goes back out to the wedding ceremony.

Abigail mutters, “bitch” as she picks herself up and goes over to the golden oval mirror in the white empty room with gold accents to see what she looks like.  Her left cheek has already started to flare with rosy pain as she sees a trickle of blood resting on her bottom lip.  She guides her left thumb across her lip and then rubs her pointer finger on her thumb to feel the texture of her pain.  Her once fluffed up brown locks with the subtle streaks of sandy blonde highlights are now all over her head and neck without any sign of obedience.  She looks at her dress that was kept completely in tact from the beating before she turns to Tiffany and says, “Unzip me.”

Delores sits in her designated seat in the closest folding chair on the right side of the alter.  She smiles and nods her head at the groom and puts on her sunglasses to keep the sun from covering her eyes.  The rest of the witnesses stare into the ocean and the greenery around as the trees dance to subtle sway of the breeze.  The pastor and the groom unknowingly have the same open mouth with their eyebrows touching down to their nose.  The groom asks, “Abigail?” as he watches her strut down the aisle with a lit cigarette in her mouth.  Everyone but her mother turns to look at her leather outfit shine with the streaks of the sun as she holds a motorcycle helmet in her left hand.  The groom continues with, “I didn’t know that you smoked?”

Abigail makes her way to Delores as she’s turning to see what the groom was talking about.  Before she can fully face her daughter, Abigail says, “I don’t” as she let’s Delores feel the cigarette being extinguished on the top of her head.  She yelps as she pats rapidly on her head to put out the potential fire in her hair.  After she’s done patting her head, she feels her teeth crack together from the force of Abigail’s helmet.  As the spectators jump in shock, Abigail swings the helmet again at her mother on the ground.  Pleasure warms Abigail’s face as she hears the hollow clank of the helmet colliding with her cheek.  Abigail spits on her before she says, “Just a little girl huh?”

She walks past the groom without looking at him, so he asks, “What the hell’s going on?”  She doesn’t acknowledge him, so he asks, “And what about our wedding?”

Abigail keeps walking as she says, “I only want to marry someone I fall in love with.”

“But I thought we were in love.”

She stops and drops her head before she turns to face him.  She stares into his brown eyes and says, “You can’t buy my love Todd.  But at least now you know why I asked you to bring my motorcycle here.”  She takes a deep breath as she stares into his hurt eyes to say, “And don’t get me wrong, you are a great guy… I’m just not the right person for you.”  She turns back around as he remains frozen on this sunny day.

After she makes it to her bike in the parking lot, she puts on her helmet and hits the button on the left side of it so that instead of being the black image that hides everything, a view of everything around is illuminated within the helmet.  She says, “Music” so the music in the helmet begins to play her internet radio stations.  The motorcycle is brought to life as she revs it over the sound of her mother screaming on the ground.  She takes off onto the bridge and rides her way towards the city.

The sun’s rays lick on the banister to her right as the ripples on the ocean dance with the flickers of light.  The image of an incoming call illuminates in her helmet and with the words ‘mother calling’ blinking in red little letters.  She says, “Ignore” so the blinking goes away.  Shortly after her command, another call from her mother blinks at her face.  She says, “Ignore” again and focuses on the gray road that’s stretching into the distant city.  The helmet blinks her mother calling again, so she says, “Block caller” as she speeds up.  The helmet blinks with another call from Todd’s phone, so she says, “No more phone calls for the next three days.”  She looks to the gray skyscrapers bunched together on the island ahead with a smirk accepting her freedom.

When her ride across the bridge comes to an end, she lets the city swallow her into its clutches.  She examines the homeless people in abundant supply sleeping on the corners as the civilians continue to chat and walk over them like they’re inanimate objects.  She turns into an alley and splashes in the puddles of unknown liquid until she sees a hidden black door with a subtle black light illuminated on a thin strip above it.  She props up her bike with the kickstand and puts her helmet on the back seat.  As she’s walking up to the door, she feels a man grab her hair and pull her deeper into the alley.

He slams her back against the wall and licks on her neck with his nostrils exhaling his desirous lust for her.  She chuckles as he’s licking her, so he stops and asks her, “What’s so funny?”

She looks at his porkly nose accompanied by his fat cheeks and says, “If you really wanted to have sex this bad, then why didn’t you just ask me?”

He straightens himself up and says, “I don’t trust you sweet cheeks, now shut the fuck up so I can concentrate.”  His stubby fingers grab onto her neck as he feels her chest with his free hand.

She says, “I’m serious.  I’m looking for a good time and it looks like it already found me.”

He stops again and examines her smile.  She examines his face and neck and sees that there are no alarming lumps anywhere.  He asks, “Are you serious?”  So she shines her teeth and strokes her nose across his neck until she strums it softly across his lips and his chin.

Abigail says, “Why don’t you put your back on the wall so I can get you started by sucking your dick?”

He chuckles as he switches places with her and unbuckles his pants.  He says, “I guess this is my lucky day.”

She slides her face down to his exposed shortcoming as a man while saying, “You got that right.”

His head tilts up with his mouth open in anticipation for the texture of her warm tongue on his puttering member.  Abigail looks back up at him to see that his eyes are no longer on her, so she reaches into her boot and jams her knife into his manhood and then forces the blade to pin it to his stomach.  As he’s about to scream, she stands up to covers his mouth and stares him in the eyes.  She asks, “What’s wrong?  I thought you wanted to have a good time” before she knees the butt of her knife deeper into his stomach.

The rapist slides down the wall with his severed guilt stuck to himself.  She places her boot on him and takes her knife out and wipes all of his remains on his shirt before she puts it back into her boot.  After she stands up and swipes her palms together a couple times, she sees a man with skin of bronze and hair like sheep’s wool staring at her with a grin on his face.  His golden brown eyes flicker as he says, “I guess you handled yourself before I had to do anything.”

She replies, “Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I’m defenseless.”

“I see that.”  He looks her up and down before he asks, “What’s your name?”

“You can call me Serena.”

“Serena huh?”  They remain still until he opens the door she was examining before.  He says as he’s walking inside, “Are you coming or not?”

She looks at the former rapist one last time before she walks into the black hallway and shuts the door behind them.

I kinda miss having sex part 2

Thixus stares blankly at the concrete beneath him with his gun on his lap.  Chatter from every volunteer soldier next to him is caught by everything but his ears.  His eyes slowly drift up to look over the beaten wall in front of him to see any potential threats.  He squints his eyes to adjust to the distant sand ahead of him to distinguish what the blurs approaching them are.  When he regains control over his vision, he sees the green blurs turn into the familiar sights of Greemen.  His lips curl into his teeth as his neck’s skin sucks in between his muscles.  As he clinks his rings together on his left hand, he clinches his gun and feels his body begin to tremble.  One of the soldiers next to him asks, “Whoa, you alright Thixus?”

No response comes from Thixus as he points his gun at the Greemen and opens fire with his rumbling growl signaling the others to do the same.  Everyone begins shouting and shooting at the Greemen to see their orange blood spraying on the sand beneath them.  The Greemen charge as fast as a cheetah until the ones that were missed by bullets ram into the wall.  Everyone shooting shakes for a little bit before they point their guns down at the threats.  The Greemen are plucked off one by one until they hear their guns click.  Three Greemen continue to give their wall expanding cracks as they frantically try and reload their guns.  Thixus feels his emotions throw his gun to the ground and hurl his body over the wall.  The soldier that asked how he was yells, “No!” as he sees Thixus plummeting towards a Greeman.

As he’s in fall, he takes out his knife and yells as he shoves the blade into the top of the Greeman’s head and uses his momentum to yank it to the ground.  He dodges the kick of the Greeman to his left as he takes his knife out of the one he killed and sweeps his foot towards the Greeman’s ankle while in a crouched position.  The Greeman feels itself caught off balance, so it’s back falls into Thixus’ knife.  Thixus yanks up the blade to watch it slice a crevice of orange pain squirting from the right side of its spine into its medulla.  The blade is twisted to see the Greeman spaz with death, so Thixus drops the threat to the ground.  The remaining Greeman growls and pounds its fists on the ground while staring its blazing eyes at Thixus.  Thixus smiles and drops his knife on the ground before he strokes the air with his palm facing upward as he says, “Bring it on you fucking piece of shit.”

The Greeman bulges its muscles as it roars at Thixus.  It charges through the sand and causes a torrent of dust to jump with every step.  As its screaming furry approaches close enough for Thixus to make out the evaporating texture of this beast’s green infection, a shot is heard above them.  The Greeman’s skull sucks into the forced hole in its chin as its body slides over to Thixus.  He stares at the lifeless beast for a moment before he picks up his knife and calmly climbs up the cracks of the wall to rejoin the soldiers on guard.  After he swings his body over the wall, he grabs his weapon silently, loads another fresh clip and continues to stare at the ground.

Everyone stares at him with their eyes taking over their face as much as their gaping mouths.  One of them says, “You could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

Thixus replies, “I wouldn’t be so lucky.”

“What happened to you to make you like this?”

“I lost everyone I love.”

“Did you have a wife?”


“I’m sorry man.”

“It’s okay.  I just kinda miss having sex.”

“Why don’t you have sex with someone else?”

He’s slapped in the back of his head by the person next to him instantly.  Thixus stands up and walks away as he says to the one in command, “I’m relieving myself for the rest of the day.”  The person nods and steps aside for Thixus to exit.

He puts his gun on the back of his motorcycle and rides into the city they were protecting.  The little shacks of people rebuilding their lives whiz by him as children play in their front lawns.  The trees bend from the pain of war but are still blossoming flowers for the upcoming season.  He sees a child not paying attention to the road run after his friend that tagged him.  Thixus reads what could happen, so his adrenaline jumps in his skull as he grips his left hand and feels his bike standing on the front tire to a halt.  The child’s frozen in the middle of the street with his mouth reaching for the ground.  Thixus’ bike rests its back tire on the ground again, so Thixus puts down his kickstand and gets off of his bike.  He rips off his helmet as he yells, “Watch where the hell you’re going kid!  Don’t you realize you could’ve been killed?!”  His yelling grabs the attention of the neighbors around them.

The little boy remains frozen, so Thixus yells, “Dammit!  Don’t you understand how important your life is!  Where the hell are your parents?!”

The boy’s mother runs out and hugs her boy as she says to him, “Are you okay Bobby?  Oh my Gosh!”  She hugs his head and then looks at Thixus.  She says sternly, “And you have no right to yell at my boy like that!”

Thixus straightens up his back as he looks death into her eyes.  He says, “Then you have no right being a mother if you don’t watch out for your children.”

“How dare you!”

“How dare I!  Your fucking kid was almost killed because you take his life for granted and expect him to just be okay when we aren’t in an okay world!  Do you really think that life is like it was or that it’ll ever go back to how it was?  No!  So why the fuck are you still being a bad parent when that gift isn’t a present for everyone?!”

She blinks rapidly before she stammers out, “That still gives you no right to yell at my son!”

“Shut the fuck up you stupid bitch and learn how to be a parent!  Or say goodbye to little Bobby someday.”  Thixus gets back on his motorcycle while saying, “fucking dumbass…” as she’s yelling something at him and drives off without acknowledging her.

He ends up back at his apartment and lies down on his grey couch after he turns on the oven to heat up.  He then turns on the television to watch the news show where he used to live in ruins with helicopters circling around town.  A news caster’s voice says, “The relief team continues to search for any survivors from this devastating war that America’s still repairing from.  Sources say that the war is finally over and all that people are doing is fighting off the remaining infected people from the biological disease they are referring to as ‘Greemen’ on the streets.”  He takes a long pause before continuing with, “I’ve just received word that our President is addressing the situation.  We’re now going live with his message.”  The images on the television cut to the President in a bunker with a suit on.

The president says, “After too many deaths to tally yet, I and the rest of my team would like to apologize to the victims of this incident and their loved ones.  An attack as devastating as this will never be forgotten and we are making sure that we take the necessary actions to continue defending ourselves so that we never have to deal with this again.  We have eliminated the terrorists that attacked us and now we’re making a treaty between us and the country.  My heart goes out to everyone that was involved in this battle, and I send everyone my blessings that was involved.  God bless you all and I wish you all a safe week ahead.”

The television cuts back to the wreckage, so the news caster says, “And my heart goes out to everyone that was involved as well.  We’ll continue to show the relief team all day every day until we feel there are no more bodies to be found.  At night, we’ll show the faces of the loved ones that were found and are no longer with us.  This is Chance Brockman from channel 9 news saying good night and tune in at seven for the list of the deceased.”

Thixus looks at his watch and sees that it’s 6:15pm.  He picks himself off of the couch and walks past the black coffee table to enter the kitchen to his left.  He opens the fridge to see the chicken he was thawing and takes it out to bake it.  He places the chicken into a nonstick pan and puts it in the oven without any seasoning.  He sets a timer after putting it into the oven and then plops himself face down on his couch again.  He flips around and looks at his fingers clink the rings together on his left hand until he passes out.

The beeping of the timer wakes him up, so he takes out the chicken and turns off the oven before his fire alarm goes off.  He sits back down with the food steaming in front of him as he turns on the television.  The first page of faces are plastered on the screen to see the smiles they used to own.  His eyes dart around to see if Lauren’s face pops up.  Page after page of people continue to fade in as the speakers remain silent.  In the middle of his searching, he hears his door being knocked on.  He looks to the door and then back at the screen without getting up.  The knocking is more insistent the second time, so he grunts and unlocks the door.

He peaks his head through the partially opened door and asks, “What do you want?”

An officer asks, “Are you Thixus?”

“Who’s asking?”

“I am sir.  We need you at base immediately.”


“Sir, there’s no time, please come with me.”

Thixus rolls his eyes as he closes the door.  He sits back on the couch and continues searching for Lauren.  The door opens, so Thixus grabs the gun under his coffee table and points it straight at the officer’s head.  The officer throws up his arms and says, “Sir, I’m not here to hurt you.  I was just advised to come and grab you.  And if I do not return to them then more people will come and it will not be pretty.”

They remain in a stand still with Thixus’ head cocked with questions.  The gun bobs up and down with his arms before he lowers them to his side.  He puts back on his shoes and leaves with the officer.  He doesn’t say a word to the officer the whole time they’re driving as he continues to look at his rings clink together.  They arrive at the main base and Thixus is escorted inside.  They place him in an open room with only a bench as his company.  A man enters the room with a manila folder and takes a seat on the bench.  He asks, “Could you join me Thixus?” as he holds his hand towards the open seat next to him.

Thixus replies, “I’m already in the room with you.  So what do you want?”

“Alright.  Well I was wondering a little bit about your past.”


“Like your wife.”

Thixus’ face loses emotion as he asks, “What about her?”

“Have you moved on?”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“I’m sorry.  Have you found another lover?”



Thixus’ jaw moves side to side slowly before he says, “Next question.”

“Could you please answer the question?”

“Because no one else is her.  Next question.”

“What would you do if you saw her again?”

“Was her body found?”

“Could you answer my question?”

Thixus says sternly, “Was her body found?”

The man looks down and bites his bottom lip as he nods his head.  He then looks back at Thixus before he leaves the room without saying anything else.  Thixus yells, “Was her fucking body found?!”  He shakes his head and then sits on the bench to look at his rings clink again.  He hears the door open but he refuses to look over as he asks, “So did you come back to answer my fucking question you pri-” but shock takes him back as he sees the usual smile from those glistening golden eyes in Lauren’s head.

He slowly stands up with his eyes trying to focus on reality as she says, “Hi.”

He scans her body and sees that she has the arm he was holding before he took off her ring.  He throws his arms around her and squeezes her head into his chest as his eyes scream for joy with tears kissing his scrunched cheeks.  He says, “Oh my god… oh my god…” as they swivel in each other’s arms.

She calmly says, “I missed you too.”

He pulls her away to stare in her eyes as he rubs on the scar on her cheek to ask, “But what happened?  I mean I was holding your arm for crying out loud!”  They both laugh as he brings her back to his chest and holds her tightly.

She kisses his arm and relaxes his hold as she says, “Well… shortly after that building fell apart and a rogue piece of glass chopped off my arm, a rock hit my head and I was knocked out.  I woke up to the sound of a helicopter and they took me away and put my arm back on.  Still hurts and is very tender, but I don’t need all of the poles that they had in my arm before for stability.  Then I asked what base you were at and they knew exactly who you were.  Turns out you were kind of on a death wish without me huh?”

He kisses her lips before he says, “Because I’m dead without you.”

“You always had a way with words.  But did you miss me?”

They both laugh as Thixus says, “Well, I kinda miss having sex.”

Grins reflect from their faces as she says, “Such a gentleman.  But… I think I know how we can fix that.”

“What do you have in mind?”  Their lips come together again to remember what the life they had together tastes like.

She thinks for a moment and then says, “What does your new place look like?”

“It’s a dump, but we can always relocate.”

“Why don’t we go back home when everything is cleared up?”

“You don’t want to stay in the west?”

“It’s not like home.  I’d like to start a family there.”

“I couldn’t agree more… But wait, what about the baby?  Is the little one alright?”  He places his left hand on her stomach.

Lauren’s face drops as a subtle sigh escapes her mouth.  She shakes her head as she grabs his hand and says, “Let’s just say, at least we can make a baby how we want to now.  And… I’d rather have a child made in better conditions, honestly.”

Thixus nods as he says, “Sounds like a plan.  So for now, we enjoy the simple life of an apartment.”

“Sounds amazing.”

Thixus takes her ring off of his pinky and places it on her ring finger again.  Their eyes lock together before their lips remind them of home.

The End

I kinda miss having sex (revised)

My slumber was stolen from me one morning by the curdling sound of death screaming in my ears after my body bounced.   So my eyes bulged open with my pupils frantically searching the room for any threats.  My friend continued deafening my ears, so the grey bed sheets were thrown from on top of us with my arms cocked for any threat.  After I only saw the usual morning dust through a gaping hole in the wall with barely held together furniture remaining still, I began to feel my body again.  I sighed while thinking the hole might have just happened because of a rogue missile, but then I felt dampness on my jeans.  My nose crinkled as I looked at Byron and asked, “Did you wet-” until I saw his squirting legs writing a bloody message of horror with strings of meat.  I grabbed my forehead as I shook my head and said, “Aw fuck…”

He screamed, “Do what we promised” as he continued to squirt death on the bed.  So I sighed as I grabbed the knife on my belt and pierced his temple for a quick death.  As I watched the light in his eyes extinguish, I lied him down and got out of bed.

The building I was in began to shake as I heard the haunting sound of jets flying by.  I ran over and grabbed my rifle from the wall that was sleeping on the floor, just in case there was going to be another attack on my existence.  My arms held the scope of my rifle in my sights as I tried setting a sprinting record out of the room’s hole.  A crimson shower was given to me by some men who were too shaky to hold a still shot at the enemy.  I used to hate how sticky I would get after my morning shower; but after a while, I’ve learned to embrace it.

As I whipped my left shoulder around, I saw three men of the eastern invasion firing death in my direction.  And after their efforts to take me away were worthless, my eyes continued to be amazed by how quickly someone could create their own flavor of graffiti on a shredded stone wall.  At this point I could say that I am quite the artist because I’ve made a display of my talent on too many walls to count now.  It used to hurt to do that, but now it’s nice to have added three new additions to show the enemy.  And those soldiers always made it too easy for me because those black uniforms with those lame red handkerchiefs on their arms made them blend in as much as a black guy at a Klan rally.

That alarm clock of reality has always been too much for me in the morning though; I’d really love to get a new one.  Maybe an alarm that doesn’t make my stomach churn from every infection of death around me.  It’s pretty hard to describe what everyone was eating the night before they die because it was always tinged with shit and bile when it left their carcass.  On this certain day though, I smelt a hint of strawberries from my works of art.  Someone must have had a nice stash of fruit.

But ever since those countries inhabited with slanted eyed people decided to show the world that they were the powerhouse of the universe, my life has been a living hell.  I have nothing against foreigners or anyone that isn’t an American, but it’s just annoying when they take away everything that I love about life.  I can’t even watch television anymore because every single channel is either clearing its throat at me with grey fuzz or it just keeps on showing me that it has the spins from a night of drinking.

Every music station is cursed with some man that is trying to start a revolution.  He must not have been around for the past ten years because it wouldn’t take too much to rile up a group of people since we don’t have a choice now.  Now back when I was in my early twenties, we had a choice, because life was very quiet.  My job was tedious and boring, but hey, filing taxes was a lot easier than staying in shape all year round and shooting someone’s child to show the world that you are more important.  Even though after all of the bullets are done targeting on their lust for blood, I still don’t know who gets out easy; because I most likely just have to do this another day.

People tend to call me Thixus because they think that I have the thickest skin and I always say how much this situation sucks.  So I have just assumed that title since everything else about me was destroyed when my home town was lifted from the Earth without me.  I am just glad that my wife made it out of there before she experienced when a clock stops ticking in the sewers.  Although, the bright light that scorched my city did leave me without an heir when I escaped from that chaos.  But after ten years of this same scenario, you just end up saying, oh well.  No matter what you do, it won’t bring them back.

But back at the place where I shot three more soldiers, I tapped the heads of my victims with bullets to make sure I was safe.  When their arms and legs twitched like a demon possessed them, I checked what remained of their faces.  Their souls were vacant from their eyes, so I put my gun’s harness across my body to try and find my wife Lauren with two free hands.  Her building was still intact, so I thought she may be fine.  I walked over to the door that was never afraid to let anyone in since it only had half of its body left.  It fell over as soon as I touched it, and as always, I had to duck to make sure that an incoming bat didn’t give everyone a show and tell display of my thoughts.

As I shouted out, “It’s me Thixus!” the baseball player decided that he didn’t need to hit a home run.  I looked over to my friend with his calming green eyes that reminded me of the grassy plains that were around my hometown; my face was creased with a much needed smile.  His burly arms relaxed themselves as I felt his laughter signaling that he still remembered me.  I pat his back to make his curly brown locks jump for joy while I told him, “Good job Bobby.”

Bobby said, “Hey man, you told me to make sure that no one in here gets hurt.”

“Well you’re doing a great job at that.  Aren’t you just watching Lauren though?”

“Sadly yes.  We let in a woman from across the town yesterday, but she was infected with Greemen like the others.”

“That’s too bad.  Did any of you get a taste of that chaos within her?”

“No.  We didn’t cough at all when she was around us.  And we still haven’t coughed if you are wondering.”

“Good deal.  Well, I’m gonna go back and have some fun with my wife.  Keep us safe my man.”

He replied, “You know I will” as I walked through a gaping doorway that led to my wife’s still fluffy bed.  I guess she was right about getting that memory foam mattress all those years ago.  They really do withstand anything.

Her smile that refused to be anything short of pearly white kissed my eyes as I walked towards her.  That scar on her left cheek from that gunfight two years ago was barely noticeable now.  Good thing it just grazed her because I wouldn’t want her to lose that distinctively sharp chin of hers.  Also, I wouldn’t want her cheeks to be hidden by fat like other women that are cursed to stay indoors these days.  My fingers were rubbing through her black hair that refused to stay in line.   I always told her those casual curls would eventually knot around the middle of her back.  Those golden eyes always rubbed my suggestions into submission though.

She said, “I’m glad that I don’t have to find someone else to have sex with just yet” and then tasted my lips to make sure that I never forgot that she had such a sweet flavor of honey.

I replied, “You’re not the only one.  I’m just glad that John was sleeping by my side instead of you this morning.”

“Is he finally with his wife now?”

I nodded blankly as I said, “Yep.”  I caught my composure and continued with,  “But it was about time because he was masturbating way too much.”

We shared our laughter with one another right before she said, “Well since you bring it up, I was thinking about pleasing myself since you were a little late on coming back to me this morning.  But I could let you in me now; unless you can’t focus because of what happened to John?”

I shrugged as I said, “Eh what’s my motivation?”

She spread her legs and wiggled into the bed a little deeper as she said, “Well… I do have needs.  And I need to keep my mind off of this reality we live in.”

“Well I’m here to please your needs madam.”

She giggled and then lied back on the bed while saying, “Good.  Then stop talking and express your love to me without making any other sound than exhaling.”

I replied with a sprinkle of laughter, “Yes ma’am” and crept over to her.

Our lips magnetized towards each other until our souls connected with all of the passion that was left within this world.  Air ran within our nostrils until we could smell the salty drip of passion coming from within our pores.  Our tongues forced their way to each other and began to dance with no audience to view their magic.  Our eyes remained closed to allow our other senses to throw us into a world that could only be described within a dream.

Her fingers slid across my crimson tinged jeans until she found the zip-key to my hidden gift of fulfillment.  She unraveled the combination to my desired gift with no hesitation.  She stroked my throbbing key to eruption to make sure that I was never afraid of showing her how much she excited me.  Her smile’s decision to pause our kissing let me know that she was still happy to know that I loved expressing our love with one another.

My shirt proved to be unnecessary, so I made sure that she didn’t have to look at it anymore.  Her chest was still being covered by her laced tease of satisfaction, so I quickly unhinged the lock behind her back so that I could enjoy the fact that she was as real as it gets.  I then took off the second part of that outfit to reveal her enchanted portal of seduction.  If she was dripping any more excitement, then I would have thought she was at risk of losing too much water.

Our lips attacked each other again as we began to make our souls into one entity.  The warm vibration that was tingling up and down my manhood sent a warm rush of joy throughout my stomach and chest.  My brain began to drool until my entire mind was consumed with making sure she was receiving everything that we dreamt of.

Her hidden secret’s rings of contraction kept on squeezing onto her gift to make sure that I never left her body.  Every single thrust was a new euphoria that left me blind to the rest of the world.  As I watched her continue to prove that her body was completely natural, my fingers began to feel upon her buttons of pleasure on her chest.  They swirled on the gentle braille that continued to read “faster and harder” within my hips.

I gyrated back and forth until I could hear the tan walls being battered with the sound of her throat applauding for more.  Her moans and groans echoed within my skull until our bodies decided to start adding their own version of admiration.  Her eyes were being stolen by her eyelids, so I slid my nails down her side until those eyes began to cuddle with my heart again.

Her right leg wanted to fly into the air, so my left arm made sure that it was the best support for her.  That body of hers never stopped making me feel heaven lick upon my cheeks as I felt the rush of life from her prized possession.  My determination never allowed myself to disappoint her, so I kept on thrusting and flexing my desires within her.

After the shadows moved from the wall to halfway across the room, her body finally began to give in to its desire for a release.  Her quaking body squirmed within the ocean of our love until she was too exhausted to blink.  As she stared into a world of pleasure, my body decided to let out its signal of accomplishment.  I hunched over to taste the one person that gave my life meaning and never left me wanting more.  We wrapped our bodies together on the bed and only let our smiles and exhales fill the room.

The constant trials of this new lifestyle always dampened the time of enjoyment that we could share after expressing ourselves; so we quickly put back on our clothes that we were wearing.  She decided to put on her yoga pants that reminded her of when we could actually cuddle.  Her shirts were never anything that she spent much time thinking about though, so white was a good choice.

As I picked up my gun and slung it over my body, I heard the heart breaking sound of coughing coming from the other room.  I stammered out into the living room to be staring at the hollow shell of a friend that was now only another Greemen.  His eyes remained that same color of home but were sliced with the infection of white streaks that were melting in from the whites of his eyes.  Those same whites were being eaten away with the bloody vision of corruption from the outside barriers of his eyelids.  It was only a matter of time until that red color was going to signal that I had to take him out.

The heat that was dancing from his body was already stained with that green glow that gave the first part of their name.  They were just called Greemen because someone said it so fast, “Green men,” that we just adopted that language.  This empty shell in front of me was going to try and take away everything that I had like the others always tried to do.  I just shook my head and said, “Sorry Bobby” while staring at another lost cause.  The smell of his already decaying flesh was even more powerful than the fecal matter that was revealing itself in the melting snow.

A shriek, that still rips apart the best dreams I could have, ran around the whole room.  My gun spit out the empty shell of its gift to Bobby as this abomination fell to the ground without an expression to give.  I couldn’t put together what expression was painted on the wall, but I didn’t want to enjoy that piece of art at all.  I also figured that he could keep that pendant of a bird that I gave him.  It may have been the last thing I had from my father, but I couldn’t remember his face our voice anymore anyway.  So it’s better that I moved on instead of dwelling on the fact that this man we met two years ago died from the fate he was fighting off with that very bat.  The sound of skulls cracking made us find him in the street now that I think about it.  Oh well.

Lauren walked out of the room and said, “Well now he can sleep without worrying about whether or not I’m safe.”

I replied, “That’s for sure.  We better get out of here though because we don’t want to get infected.”

“I’m ready when you are.”

I nodded my head and grabbed her hand while we made our way to another city that might have some food.  We didn’t want to try and eat what was in that room because Greemen always likes to sneak into your body when you are the most comfortable.  Whether it’s eating a meal or drinking some water, it makes sure that it’s a nice little addition of flavor in your meal.  Who would’ve thought that biological warfare would be this advanced.  At least those scientists were able to taste the anger of the city after we found them.  They were some of my best pieces of art.

But anyway, Lauren and I walked down the street with our hands refusing to let air in between them.  This was a nice display of affection, but it also kept other men that were thirsty for a taste of life at bay.  I was one of the few still with a gun among the commoners, so I made sure that they understood I’m never afraid to have to search for new bullets.  There didn’t seem to be anyone around to try and take my test that day though.

Our noses began to guide us to a sizzling enchantment to our left.  It stroked our stomachs until they growled in disappointment, so we made our way over to see what was going on.  We figured that there was nothing else to lose, so why not just try and get a good last meal.  The worst thing that I could think of was dying on an empty stomach.

So after we passed by the slats that used to be the sides of whole buildings, our eyes attempted to deceive us as we watched some meat’s flavor dance into the sky.  The twirling smoke was blinding our senses of survival, so I separated our hands and then signaled for her to hide while I checked it out.  I always admired how eagerly she would follow my commands.  So I showed my appreciation by checking out the situation with haste.

My eyes scanned the area to make sure that they touched on every surface that could have had some life on it.  After my paranoia was subsiding, my ears grabbed the popping sound of death as unnatural sharp wind whizzed by me.  I whipped around and flung my body over to the side as I let my gun shout with the other guns.

Even through all of the chaos, I could always tell which soldiers were either afraid or thirsty for blood.  It’s pretty pathetic that tears are something some people show their enemy before they die.   I continued to give the men at the top of the broken street a shower of their friends to see who was a really ambitious enough to stay alive.  When those amateurs let fear mold their faces, I knew that I was going to be fine.  I plucked off all of them except for one that seemed to have the hand of God protecting him.  We just held our screaming guns towards each other and waited to see who would be guided to the life beyond.  The sparks around my body were actually a nice refreshment of warmth now that I think about it.  But thankfully, my gun still proved to be steadier than his.  I was just glad that they never thought there was another soul to take behind the rock wall to my right.

I picked up my withered body and then felt anger impact the side of me.  We spun to the ground as my gun fell from my hands.  This shrieking furry was very proud of its claws by how quickly it shredded my shirt.  It continued clawing and screaming until I punched its nose into its skull.  Its eyes that were stained with an outer ring of blood and bleached out pupils yelled in pain and caused him to throw me into a wall.  I may have shown that wall that I was more of a solid structure, but I wouldn’t have minded if I just slid down it.  I can’t express how much I hate Greemen.  I’m just glad that my wife and I took that vaccination from those doctors after I was done with them.  So now we can only get infected if we eat something infected with this disease rather than from a simple touch like everyone else.

It charged through the vacant wall and was throwing all of the tables and chairs in that building to try and find me.  They’re such irrational creatures that they can’t do the simplest functions; like thinking.  Although, they always proved to have greater senses whenever they heard me click open my knife.  I hated seeing it whip around with so much excitement.

As soon as it bridged the gap between us, it figured out that I sharpen my knife every night.  A strategic slice made him unable to close his mouth; I should’ve sliced a little lower.  I guess that I was a little sloppy that day.  The slice did stun the creature though because they can’t stand the sight of their orange blood.  So while it was a spewing jabbering mess, I wrapped my legs around its arms and locked my feet behind its back so that only its screams could try and kill me.

I continued to etch my anger on the top of its skull until a geyser of victory was telling me to keep going.  I showed that ingenuity will always prevail until its power infected legs gave in to pain.  Sadly, it fell on top of me and I remembered how they are as heavy as a gorilla.  Thankfully, adrenaline took hold of my body so I could continue to carve how much I deserved to live into its brain.  When this beast was just a twitching mess, I pushed this abomination off of me and then carved my initials into its medulla to make sure it wasn’t getting up.  It’s crazy that they still have that dancing aura for a couple of days after they’re dead; although it does give an artist quite a nice display for their initials.

Nobody else was going to try and challenge me after I took out that group of people, so I figured it was safe to call my Lauren out to join me.  It’s good that she learned how to survive because her steps were only as loud as the pebbles around her feet.  Her head never made her eyes witness those deaths because it was too much for her to bear.  Her spirit made its way over to me and then we carefully indulged on the whole selection of pheasant and whatever other creature was singed to our liking.  We didn’t want to think about what else this meal could have been because the only thing that mattered was that it wasn’t stained with green and it was a treat for our survival.

As we were eating, she asked, “So when are we going to head west and get away from all of this?”

I replied, “There isn’t anything out there for us.”

“How do you know?”

“Because we only have each other.  And since we only have each other, we don’t need to go anywhere else.”

“But what if there isn’t any fighting over there?”

“That’s impossible because they attacked all of America.  And it may just be like the east that’s corrupted with Greemen running all over of the streets.”

“But there’s talk that we’re starting to win over there and that we’re regrouping for an attack on them.”

“It’s just a feeling of false hope that they love to give everyone.  Just know that someday we’ll be with our loved ones in the afterlife and don’t try and focus on anything else but survival.  Okay?”

Her head drooped as she took another bite of food and said, “Okay.”

I hated telling her this at times because I only wanted to make her happy.  I just didn’t want to fill her head with some false sense of reality to make her become careless and try and leave into the desert.  I’d only heard of people being ripped to shreds by the machines hidden within the ground, so I don’t think that she could run fast enough to escape from that war.  The machines may shake the ground before they submerge, but her attention to detail was not keen enough to convince me that she would survive without me.

The day fell asleep and left us inside of another abandoned building with our hormones pushing us to explore again.  The walls were saying nothing but greyness and the floor was too cold to sleep on; so we enjoyed the fact that another bed was intact.  I teased her lips with mine until I noticed that she was being tormented by her thoughts.  I stared confusion into her eyes and asked, “What is it?”

She replied, “You might not like what I’m thinking about.”

“I always want to hear your voice so that I know you’re still around.  I don’t want to have to forget you.”

“Well I was thinking about the west again.”

I dropped my head with a sigh before I said, “Why?  What is it that’s made you want to go there all of a sudden?”

“Are you sure that you want to know that?”

I replied after kissing her lips again, “I want to know anything that your mind is holding in there.”

I heard of her lips sliding up from her teeth as she smiled at me and said, “I’m pregnant.”

My face remained encased with stone as I asked, “Are you serious?”

She replied with glee still lighting her spirits, “Yes.”

“So is that why you want to move west?  To make sure that the baby is safe and that we could actually raise a child together?”  Her head bobbed up and down and made our hearts feel warm.  I then said, “Well then if you want to go west, then we’ll go in the morning.”

“Really?  I mean you’re seriously willing to go?”

“Of course.  I’m here to protect and serve you.  So I’m willing to do whatever you wish.”

She said with tears adding moisture to the room, “I love you.”

I replied, “I love you too” and then continued kissing the woman that stole my heart.

Our bodies made themselves one again as we celebrated the act of making life.  Our hips thrust passion in between every breath that we shared in that room.  My skin was tugged by her teeth that were hungry for another taste of flesh.  Her nails screamed her never ending gratitude towards our goal that was coming true.  Creating life within this country was the biggest act of rebellion to our enemy.  When they were trying to exterminate us, we were creating a new army for a new generation.

The infection of greed for pleasure consumed me as I flipped her over and then began to work my fingers to her trigger points.  I played her beautiful strings of exhales to hear the notes of her fulfillment give me the gift of motivation.  My left hand reached down for her pressure button of release so that I could turn the combination to her eruption.  Her neck threw her head into the bed and allowed her to scream all of her notes into the pillow.

I continued turning the combination for her gold until I felt her body cooling off our burning desires.  My excitement took hold of my masterpiece as it released a little nutrition for the baby that was to come.  Her mouth wanted another taste of love, so we brought our lips together and allowed our minds to run in an oasis of compassion.  We finally drifted into a world that was free from terror and we were going to set out west in the morning.

My mind was deep within its own world until reality shook our safe spot.  Urgency and fear grabbed my gun beside me; but after the sun light was jumping on us from a new hole on the roof, I grabbed her hand and darted outside.  She was dragging for a little bit, but then she matched my paces perfectly after a quick stutter step, so we continued running until the heat behind us was vacant.  I looked up and heard the sound of a distant jet that was finished with its duty.  My hand clenched onto her hand as I said, “It was just a jet.  We should keep moving though.”

I was cursed with silence and then looked over to see that there was no longer a body to accompany the hand I was holding.  That ring that lied to me with the thought of us staying together was all that looked back at me from the severed arm.  I guess that only the ring is what stays with someone until they die.  So I put that ring on my left pinky to let it clink the love we shared until I pass away.  I also figured the best thing to do was to keep our promise and move west.  Oh well.

It’s been a couple months now since my start to the unknown adventures of the west.  I do miss everything that Lauren was because there will never be another person as perfect as she was for me.  I have to just stop thinking about it though because just because she died, doesn’t mean that I have to.  So I have to make my emotions to her as vacant as possible by saying, “I kinda miss having sex” whenever someone asks about my past.  Maybe I’ll be able to taste life again with another person; although, a part of me would just prefer to let death reunite us because I don’t feel the need to have an heir anymore.  Now that I think about it, it wouldn’t be too nice to bring a child into this chaotic lifestyle.

The Trigger day 30

Sabrina turns on the television and sits down on the sofa with a cup of coffee in her hand.  She takes a sip and then wiggles back to wedge herself in.  Her eyes are locked on the screen as a woman who’s reporting the news says, “As well as three soldiers were killed on their way back home by a terrorist that secretly boarded their plane.  One of these soldiers was the famed Jimmy Jack,” a picture is shown of everyone who was killed as she continues with, “who was the soldier we all witnessed save the lives of two of his fellow marines from being publicly beheaded.  Sources say that the other two soldiers with him, Privates Tagger and Locke as well as their leader, General Freedmen, all fought with the terrorist and ended up killing him as well.  But by the time they had landed, they were no longer with us because of excessive bleeding.  We are now live with a soldier who knew and respected Colonel Jack as well as all of his fallen brothers.”  The television cuts to a press conference of a commander wearing his blues, so everyone watching sees him say, “It’s an absolute tragedy that something so terrible can happen to men like this.  General Freedmen and Privates Tagger and Locke were all good soldiers.  And as for Colonel Jack, there will never be another soldier quite like him.  He was the most courageous, tactical as well as the most family oriented soldier that I’ve ever had the pleasure of serving with.  My condolences go out to the family and friends of all of these men.  May they forever rest in peace.”  The television cuts back to the woman reporting, so she says, “Security on military planes is now doubled for any possible chances of a counter-attack.  When we tried to inquire more of the situation, we were stopped because of military protocol.  But on a personal note, I just would like to say rest in peace Colonel Jimmy Jack because you moved millions of Americans with your selfless acts of bravery.  My heart goes out to the widow and his loved ones.”  The television cuts to the newscasters at their desks, so the man on the right says, “And my heart goes out to them as well.  In other news-”  Sabrina shuts off the television and takes a deep breath.

She sets down her coffee and looks over to Shylah who’s sitting next to her to say, “It looks like we lost him my dear.”  Shylah stops bathing her stretched out furry legs and stares Sabrina in her eyes.  Sabrina continues with, “Now we just have this stranger in the room next to us.”  Shylah licks her lips and then continues bathing like nothing matters.

I chuckle as I say, “Thanks for the concern Shylah.  But they couldn’t have given me more of a racist name than Jaquon Albertson.”

Sabrina says, “Sweetie, no offense, but you used to have two first names.  White ones at that.”

“You just always have to be the smart one don’t you?”  I start to tickle her so I can see those usual legs of love kick with excitement.

She says with joy suspending her smile, “Hey, hey!  Stop it!  You could hurt the baby.”  She rubs on her stomach that shows life is growing soundly.

I place my hand on her stomach and say, “You know I would never want to do that.”  I bend over and kiss her stomach with a slight wince in pain from my wound.  I sigh as I come back up and stare into those oceanic eyes to lose myself like the addict I am.  We bring our lips together and taste the love that we both longed for.  After we hold our mouths together until the long exhale of relief exits our nostrils, I pull back to say, “Thank God I was able to come back to you Sabrina.  You have no idea how much I wanted to see and be with you again.”

She pecks me again and says, “The same goes for me.  I just wish they didn’t stab you in the stomach like they did.”  She touches my fresh bandage concealing my stitches.

I wince and take her hand off as I say, “Easy, it’s still fresh.”

“Oh don’t be such a baby.  I’m a nurse remember?”

“Yeah but you know how much I hate the hospital and I don’t want to risk the stitches coming out.  Just like you don’t want to risk the baby getting hurt by me tickling you.”

“Eh okay.  But why did they have to stab you before they knocked you out with that shot in your neck?  I mean who the hell is in charge?  I don’t want any more holes in you.”

I chuckle as I say, “Babe, there’s no reason to ask those questions because we’ll never get an answer.  We should just be thankful that we’re together again.  The chances of that were slim enough, so I’ll take a little scar on my stomach to remind me of how I was able to get out of the military indefinitely.”

“I guess you’re right.  And the pension that they’re giving us is very nice.”

“Yeah thank God, because this whole aspiring writer quest was going to make money tighter than clinched butt cheeks.”

She slaps me with a grin on her face and says, “Weirdo… but that’s very true.  And we do need to be able to take care of our little boy.”

“But I told you I had a dream of a little girl.”

“Well… usually the mother, me, has a dream that tells what the sex of the child will be.  I dreamed of a boy, so that’s that.”

I kiss her before I say, “Well I’ll be happy with whatever we get.”

“Even if it’s an Asian?”

As we’re laughing I say, “If it’s an Asian I’m enlisting under my new name.”

“Well then safe travels Mr. Albertson.”

“Why thank you Mrs. Albertson… you cheating whore.”  She slaps my leg and I hug her tighter than before.  We remain cuddled for a moment of silence until we bring our lips back together to enjoy every mixture of ourselves that we can.  The future looks bright for us, and I’m going to do everything that I can to please her for the rest of my life.

She asks me, “So can you tell me about what happened these last thirty days?”

“Well… it all started when I was dreaming of you.”


Two days later, he received a call from a literary agent that works in New York. One week after that call, his book series he was working on got a seven figure signing bonus and his books sold more than he could’ve ever imagined; and he was very happy when he was able to finish the series without outside writers doing anything more than editing his grammatical errors. He and his wife no longer have to work unless they choose to for many generations to come. Struggles and strife are a distant memory that continue to remind them of how thankful they are; everyday.

The End

The Trigger day 29

After soaking in the anger and sadness that had me paralyzed yesterday, I’ve come to accept my fate.  So I swivel out of bed and place myself in front of the last letter to my wife.  I write;

Dear Sabrina,

I feel as though fighting this whole ordeal was just a waste of time.  Why fight when life will eventually end in this way.  Life won’t always end the way that mine will; but after thinking about it deeply, I don’t really have much to complain about.  You were always there for me no matter what the circumstances were.  Even when you were still in your pajamas and you had to pick me up from the bar when I was young and stupid.  But hey, it was the first time I was actually going to fight in a war so I was scared.  I’m just glad that you understood.  And I’m still sorry for ruining the interior of your old car.  It was a good idea to get rid of it because air fresheners couldn’t even get that smell out of there.

But sweetie this is it.  I don’t know what to write anymore because it’s not like I can see your facial expressions or even know how you’re going to respond to these letters.  Oh and don’t be surprised if Shylah starts to act very strange when she knows that I’m gone.  You know that her and I are very connected because she’s my little daughter in a cat’s body.  And even though I see you two arguing from time to time, I know that you love her too; it was always funny to hear you scolding her as she was back talking you with meows though.  But believe it or not, she will comfort you more than you realize.  She definitely reads off of our vibrations, and since my vibrations will no longer be emitting from my body, she’s going to reach for you since we were so close to me.  Although, be careful when you’re around her too much because she can and most likely will become a little diva.  Don’t underestimate her.

On a good note though, I kept my sexuality the whole time I was in prison.  No one had the liberty of sodomizing me, so at least you were and will always be the last person that I made love to.  Which is a great and uplifting realization, trust me.  I’ve been offered multiple times by some forceful individuals, but I know that you’re the only one that can really please me.

Also, I made some good friends.  They’re not your average bunch of guys, but they’ve been watching out for me through this whole ordeal.  Turns out my cell mate, who I’m not going to name out of protection for you, has already dealt with another soldier who was in my kind of situation.  It wasn’t the same scenario, but the ending will be the same.  The other men in his crew were very pleasant as well and I’ve been playing chess with a nice boy from the south.  So besides all the gangsters and rapists and killers in here, it’s really not that bad.  Just imagine going to a big city where all of the criminals are your neighbors.  So there’s basically no difference.

But my love, I’m going to have to end this letter here.  I want to imagine your smile as the last thing I see when I go.  And please, don’t name the child something obnoxious because I was black.  Nothing like Red Iris or Laquefima or something stupid.  My name was Jimmy, so you don’t have to worry about that embarrassment burdening our child.  Oh how I wish I could joke with you in person.  So I’ll enjoy joking with you in the afterlife.  Endless hugs and kisses in your direction Sabrina.  I love you more than life itself.

Your loving husband,

I carefully fold the paper up and place it under my mattress with the rest of the letters.  I look up to see Ramos staring intently at me until he says, “Today’s the big day.”

I reply, “That it is.”

“How are you feeling about it?”

“Honestly?  I’ve made peace with my ending.  Everyone has one, why not go out with a bang?”

Ramos slightly smirks as he says, “Good deal.  Let’s go and eat your last meal.”

I chuckle as I say, “You have no idea how happy I am because I never have to eat this shit again.”

Ramos pats me on the back as he laughs and says, “I’m actually a little jealous now that you say that.”

We make our way over to the cafeteria and sit with our usual crowd.  Everyone looks at me with questions holding their eyes.  None of their words know how to make it to their mouths until Tony says, “So how are ya feelin cupcake?”

I chuckle while replying, “Not too bad Tony.  Thanks for asking.”

“It’s no problem baby.  Are you gonna try out the man meat before you go so that you don’t have any questions?  I could set somethin up for ya.”

We all laugh as DM remains silent and shakes his head.  Ramos says, “Only you Tony.”  He then looks over to Fingers and nods at him.  Fingers gets up from the table and glides over to the serving line.  He swoops up an object and then makes his way back to the table.  He smiles and hands it to Ramos under the table, so Ramos says, “Thank you sir.”

I ask, “What was that?”

Ramos sighs as he says, “Well since you’re leaving, I’m alone to defend myself.  During these times I have… sharp tastes, if you know what I mean.”

“Hey, whatever it takes to defend yourself.  Unless you’re always around Mac here.”

Mac laughs and says, “But then I’ll just be put back in solitary.  I’ve actually gotten pretty used to it at this point.”

“How many times have you been in there?”

“Probably around ten or twelve times.  Not a big deal.”

I shake my head as I say with a grin, “Good lord.”

Johnny Boy leans into the table and says, “Hey, since you’re gonna be gone and all later today, how bout we play one last game of chess?”

I smile at him as I say, “I’d love that.”

“Maybe this time you might win.”

We chuckle as I say, “It’s okay, I know that I’ll lose.”

“Damn skippy.”

The meal continues with small talk without bringing up my ending too much.  Johnny Boy leaves to set up the chess game, so I pick myself up and hobble to where we play in the center of the prison.  I see him sitting there waiting for me, so I take a seat and then crack my knuckles as I say, “Time to enjoy my last game with a friend.”

Johnny Boy pushes his lips together as they move to the right side of his mouth while he nods.  His eyes seem to lack conviction, so I ask, “What’s wrong?”

He replies, “Time for you to go pretty soon.”

“I know, but lets just enjoy this game.”

“That’s not what I mean… I’m sorry for everything that’s happened to you.”

Confusion pushes my eyebrows together until I feel someone put my hands behind my back.  He stands me up and keeps me still with his strength.  I look around to see who’s holding me, but I figure it has to be Mac.  I ask, “Mac, what are you doing?”

He says, “I’m sorry Jimmy.”

I face forward again and see Ramos directly in front of me before I feel my stomach being pierced repeatedly.  Shock flares open my eyes as I continue to slide to the ground.  I stare Ramos in his eyes and leak out, “Why Ramos?”

He stabs me one more time as he says, “Nothing personal kid.  It’s just business.”  He looks up and says, “DM, time to deliver another body.”

I feel something stab into my neck as my life continues to leak out of my stomach.  My body looses its ability to move as I feel like I’m only within my head now.  I hear Ramos say, “By the way, I can’t send off these letters… It’ll be better if you keep them with you for a nice memory.”

He shoves the letters down my bloody pants, so a tear trickles down my cheek.  I hear guards’ footsteps approaching us rapidly as everything begins to fade from my sights.  The only thing I seem to be able to do is listen to everything around me.  But everything is so loud and clear, that none of it can be comprehended.  So as I feel myself escaping my body, I only whisper, “Sabrina.”