SHADOW WORLDWIDE COMPANY

Brooks is pacing back and forth in his room with a glass of wine in his hand.

His hair is disheveled and his breath is erratic.

His mouth is set in a hard line and his eyes are as red as fresh ripe tomatoes.

The veins on his neck are throbbing and he is holding the glass of wine so tightly as if he wants to crush it.

His jaw is clenched and he looks more like a ghost of himself.

His buddy Ryder is staring at him with concern etched on his face.

He doesn't know what is wrong with his friend and has tried to get him to talk but he wouldn't and so decides to just sit, watch and wait till his buddy gets back himself.

"Ah!" Brooks suddenly wails out and throws the glass in his hand against the wall shattering it into several pieces. "How could they! How could they!" He gnashes his teeth and his breathing quickens. "After all I did for them! After every fucking thing that I did for them! I fucking made them and yet they insulted me in such a way!" He ruffles his hair, walks to his little