The darkness felt like it lasted for a week, and when Amber opened her eyes, it was so dark at first that she couldn’t tell if she had her eyes opened or closed. Amber knew she wasn’t inside the truck anymore. She could feel cold, wet steel beneath her body. Amber also noticed that she was naked, and that something was clawing at the bottom of her right foot.
Amber snatched her foot back when she felt these claws trying to tear through her skin. She couldn’t see at first, but she could hear clicking sounds. It wasn’t the clicking of something mechanical, but more like the clicking of something organic. It only took a minute or two for Amber’s eyes to adjust to the darkness, and when they did, she could see the dark outline of a man standing a few feet away from her. Amber could also hear people sobbing and moaning around her.
She looked around to see she was inside what looked like a steel-reinforced cage that was the size of a motorhome. There was a God-awful smell
Kevin sat straight up, and his fingers tightened around his mother’s hand. A curse word slipped from his mouth when he noticed Agent Malone’s luminescent skin. “Yo man, what the f*ck is wrong with your hand!” The young man jumped back in his seat while reaching for his mom and trying to protect her. What happened next made Kevin realize appearances can deceive you. “I can only hold another person’s form for twenty-four hours. After twenty-four hours, that’s when things f*ck up for me.” An ominous female voice emerged from Agent Malone’s mouth. Seductive darkness echoed behind the voice. President Chang clutched onto her son’s arm while stammering over her words. Her widened eyes were staring up at who she thought was Agent Malone. What the president was seeing shook her nerves, but it also fascinated her to see a secret service man’s body morph into the curvy outline of a woman’s physique. Charles couldn’t speak as he stared up at the secret service agent who
The gunman sat motionless in a chair inside an empty hospital room. Four FBI agents inside the room surrounded the gunman, and their eyes persecuted him. The gunman didn’t care about the hateful stares that the FBI agents were giving him. The only thing the gunman cared about was killing. He killed seventeen people at a local church and he felt satisfied with himself after placing an explosive device on a toddler’s ankle just a few hours ago. The gunman was a beefy man who intimidated most of his victims by using his physique. He sported a gray ponytail that went all the way down between his shoulder blades. Ritualistic graffiti covered almost every inch of the gunman’s body. And he had piercings that went from his ears down to the tip of his penis. The gunman also had a long and frizzy beard that he dyed a vermillion red. There were tattoos of dragons and guns covering the gunman’s bulky neck and arms. He even had a portrait of the Devil holding a machine gun tattooed on his back.
When Jenatrix pressed the button on her phone, the cabin of the plane transformed into something else. Jenatrix cackled when the cabin of Air Force One morphed into the interior of an advanced spacecraft. Kevin looked around in disbelief at the plane’s large cabin, which no longer looked familiar. He could see what looked like a bluish transparent electrical shield, which floated across the plane’s cabin, unmasking a state-of-the-art, aeronautical interior that Kevin had never seen before. President Chang found out that the aircraft she was riding in wasn’t Air Force One. Her heart climbed into her throat when she saw a group of tall opposing men dressed in black appear in a flash. The men stood like statues in the spacecraft’s middle aisle. “Cloaking technology is amazing!” Jenatrix cackled even harder at the lost expression on her victims’ faces. “Did you think you were on Air Force One?” Jenatrix mocked President Chang. She strolled up to President Chang a
“Where’s my baby!?” Amy screamed at Irena. The mother had slapped Irena in the face, and she was about to do it a second time. Amy didn’t care about Irena looking identical to her. She didn’t care about the nonsense Irena told her about multiple universes. Amy burned all her attention on getting her son back. She never even noticed that all the wounds on her body were healed. She didn’t care about the black leather dress she wore or how it got on her body. She didn’t care about the semi-automatic, gas-operated pistols strapped to her slender waist. The brawl she had with Paul and her encounter with Christina still left an essence in Amy’s mind. The strongest essence that lingered in Amy’s mind was her memory of Azad. A wrathful hand rose to meet Irena’s face again. Amy wanted to slap the crime lord for good measure, but she restrained herself, waiting for Irena to tell her where her child was. Irena put her hands up defensively. “Your baby is alive!” Princess Death R
President Chang could feel her stomach doing convulsions. Her mind went blank when she looked through the large passenger window beside her to see distant stars sitting amid an inky blackness. President Chang never thought she would view the darkness of space. She didn’t want space to be the last thing she saw. The president felt herself falling back onto her crazy theory of believing she was a fictional character in some little boy’s comic book. “I don’t know why I love this video so much.” Jenatrix broke the eerie silence by commenting on a music video she was watching on her phone. “I love Megan Thee Stallion in this video. She’s one crazy-ass bitch. It’s a shame she died a long time ago.” Jenatrix giggled while reaching for her purse, which sat in the seat next to her. Nothing but silence came from President Chang, Kevin, and Charles. The wife, husband, and son never said a word to Jenatrix, who kept cackling and talking to herself. “I would love to have Megan’s ass. She
Agent James, Agent Drake, and Agent Martinez were all in a panic and the three FBI agents had their guns drawn on the terrorist. The gunman held Agent Vernon’s body in front of him like a shield while using his handcuffs to strangle the young man at the same time. “Let him go, man!” Agent James shouted at the gunman while aiming his 9mm Glock handgun at the killer. He watched as the gunman lifted Agent Vernon off his feet, lynching the young man using his handcuffs. “I’m gonna teach you how to do the Rumba?” The gunman whispered in Agent Vernon’s ear while getting excited over listening to the young man release strangling coughs. Agent Vernon tried to free his neck from the steel handcuffs. The young man saw his life flashing before his eyes as he felt the handcuffs tightening around his neck. Vernon’s six-foot-one, two-hundred-pound frame was being lifted from the floor easily by the gunman. The handcuffs cut into Agent Vernon’s neck. All kinds of th
Rashonda Carlyle tried to stay calm while looking at the explosive device on her three-year-old baby’s ankle. The African-American twenty-two-year-old mother already had to deal with losing her fiance in a drive-by shooting. The drive-by shooter also shot Rashonda’s three-year-old son, Jamal, in his leg. The toddler was on his toy bike on the sidewalk when the shooting occurred. Rashonda didn’t know why someone would shoot at her fiance and his friends while they were sitting on the front porch of her home. Rashonda’s fiance had no gang affiliations, yet someone came up and shot him for no reason. She suspected that her fiance’s guy friends had some affiliations that her fiance didn’t know about. Rashonda couldn’t sleep. She sat next to the hospital bed with her hand constantly reaching over and touching her baby’s wounded leg. Things got worse for Rashonda when she stepped out of the hospital room’s bathroom to see a tall, bulky man in a nurse’s uniform strapping a
“Were you happy to see your husband? I kept him alive so you could see him again.” Irena aimed her revolver at Amy’s throat. “You’re a bitch.” Amy gave Irena a piece of her mind. Her seething hatred for Irena consumed her fear of being shot. “Don’t be mad. I’m only trying to help you. Remember, we’re the same, so we can’t be enemies.” Irena snickered. She looked Amy up and down, almost in admiration. “We’re not the same! I’m nothing like you, bitch!” Amy had been waiting to call Irena a bitch, and the word rolled off of her tongue a few times like butter. “You’re a bitch just like me.” Irena’s piercing eyes emphasized what she said. “Look at what you did to my men when you were in the hospital. You killed a few of my men. That’s a bitchy move. You’re just like me. Your problem is that you can’t accept it.” The admiring gaze Irena gave Amy melted into a look of disdain. Princess Death Row flirted with the thought of shooting Amy in her head, but she pl