THE GREEN CURTAIN – POST SCHEDULE

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The first four chapters are being released on “Special Release Date Status”.  After that every chapter will be released on Wednesdays.

CHAPTER I

May 20, 2015 @ 1800 (6pm) EDT

CHAPTER II

May 25, 2015 @ 1800 (6pm) EDT

CHAPTER III

May 30, 2015 @ 1800 (6pm) EDT

CHAPTER IV

June 4, 2015 @ 1800 (6pm) EDT

CHAPTER V

June 10, 2015 @ 1800 (6pm) EDT

CHAPTER VI

June 17, 2015 @ 1800 (6pm) EDT

CHAPTER VII

July 1, 2015 @ 1800 (6pm) EDT

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THE GREEN CURTAIN (Continues)

Characters in the story are based off real people.  Names have been changed to protect those individuals.  Situations and events in the story are fictional, although some real events may be included.  Some content may include violence and sexual depictions.  Reader discretion is advised.

CHAPTER VII

[Northern Virginia]

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

JAMES WINSTON: Excuse you, minister!

KHALID X. CURE: What?

JAMES WINSTON: You heard me. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

JAMES WINSTON: Shut the fuck up!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

JAMES WINSTON: James Winston.  They call me GG.

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

JAMES WINSTON: Nah.  Green God. 

KHALID X. CURE: Explain GG.

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

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

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

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

JAMES WINSTON: Seriously?

KHALID X. CURE: Yes.

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

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

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

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

[Harrisburg, Pennsylvania]

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

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

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

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

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

[Safe House in Russia]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DANIEL STORM: I understand.  We’ll succeed.

[Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania]

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

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

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

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

DAWN’S MOTHER: Yes, of course.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

END OF CHAPTER VII

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THE CRAB DIARIES: PUNCHING A TICKET TO JAIL (Real Life)

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Story 8

I think every officer who does this job have cases in the back of their mind that they don’t think about much.  My case for this one is no different to that statement, but I can’t tell you what made me remember this brief case.  This is one of those cases that kind of sticks out because I’ve never had this happen before it happened and haven’t seen it since.  On this particular night I was on patrol on one of our busiest roads cutting through the city, University Boulevard.  I don’t remember, and I don’t think, we had assigned sectors yet, but I tend to hang around on this road looking for people smuggling drugs and/or weapons.  Sometimes I would just get lucky and get something else I wasn’t looking for, but that happens in police work.

While I was sitting on the side of the road, a car came traveling by me at a high rate of speed, and I think the car had equipment issues also.  However, after the car went by me, I pulled out from the shoulder and began to pursue the vehicle.  By the time I caught up to the vehicle, it was approximately one mile away from the time I spotted the car first passing me.  I don’t remember the final speed I was at when I caught up to the car, but I do remember by the time I did pull the driver over it was two people in the car, not just one.  Once I called out the traffic stop, and my final location to the dispatcher, I stepped out of my patrol car and started my approach.  What happened next completely took me by surprise and got me to react very quickly.  As I continued my approach, I probably got to about the “kill zone”, where the space lies between my cruiser and the violator’s vehicle, when I saw the driver punch the passenger dead in the face.

I immediately responded and rushed the rest of the way up to the car and pulled out the driver.  Of course, I immediately placed him under arrest for second degree assault.  By this time my back up responded and helped me contain the scene from getting any worse, which I didn’t think would happen anyway.  After getting the passenger out of the car, I realized that it was a female that he hit in the face.  What words were exchanged between them I don’t know, but while investigating the situation, I found out that the driver, who was the either the husband or boyfriend, was probably cheating on his wife or girlfriend.  She was more up front with her explanation of the situation then he was, but he seemed to be more upset with her then being placed in silver bracelets.  This was something that I had never experienced before, but I quickly squashed the situation before it got worse.

My explanation to the girlfriend or wife, who is now the victim of this situation, was that he was going to jail regardless of how she felt about it.  I certainly expected her to give me some grief about it or her opposition to the disposition of him getting arrested.  She never once gave her opinion of why he should not be arrested and was very cooperative throughout the time I was there.  He was cooperative as well, but tried to give me some attitude, which didn’t carry him very far.  Not much was said on the way to the county jail, and not much was said when we got there.  However, he was released on personal recognizance and don’t know what happened to him after that.  Court for the stop came up weeks or months later, and he didn’t have to serve any more jail time, but was apparently served with a Peace Order from the female.

I can only anticipate that they got a divorce, but that would also be wishful thinking.  You have to be aware of your surroundings, and especially when the police are stopping you for a simple traffic violation.  We are all being watched by either Big Brother or by some self-aware citizen who wants to be on top of things that are happening in our society today.  We didn’t have body cameras at that time, and not all of our cruisers were equipped with vehicle cameras too.  I would’ve like to watch this video of how things played out and my reaction to the situation, which suddenly turned south.  Again, be aware of your surroundings and you never know when and where the police will be, so you don’t have to punch yourself a ticket to jail.

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THE CRAB DIARIES: HELL WEEK (Real Life)

STORY 7

Being diagnosed with lupus is one thing, but living with the disease is a whole other situation. I can’t remember the exact time, but it might have been summertime of 2013, however, the one thing that I do remember is that it was definitely summer. Living in the Mid-Atlantic region you are used to dealing with certain weather forecast and cultures, but even with some of the native locals they still complain every chance they get. With this summer in particular, I couldn’t really blame anyone complaining since it was the hottest summer on record, or at least one of the hottest. Unfortunately, this incident took place while I was at work on patrol and I don’t think anyone expected this swift storm, called a “Derecho”, to come through the area and cause mass problems in such a short time. I remember being at work, this particular night I was on the evening shift I believe, and just doing my normal patrols around the city and campus, when suddenly it seemed like we were reliving the scene of the tornado swooping through Kansas in the Wizard of Oz.

A very strong wind started to come through the area, causing light poles and power lines to sway very noticeably. Then the rain started to come down very heavy and hard where your windshield wipers, even on the highest setting, wasn’t making visibility good enough to drive comfortably. Suddenly, I started to see objects, which were not heavy enough and not secured to a solid structure, fly through the air, such as construction cones and trash. In driver through this harsh mess of a storm, I made the decision to find a parking lot on campus and just stay there until it passed. Some of us drove around the area with our emergency lights on so we would be visible until we all got to a safe place, which I think was broadcasted over the radio for us to do so. As I sit stationary in one parking lot, near the Children Youth Center, one of the construction cones hit the passenger side of the cruiser and continued across the windshield through the parking lot. In complete amazement, I continued to sit there watching the storm all around me as I felt the cruiser shake and rock a little bit.

As suddenly as it started, the storm ended and everything was calm once again. However, it wouldn’t be without consequences that the storm left behind in such a short time. The quickest and strongest storm I ever been through, as far as I can remember at this point, caused numerous power outages throughout the D.C. area, including my apartment complex. Thankfully, my wife was home at the time when this storm happened, but while the storm was going on she was sound asleep in the bed. In other parts of the county, power lines and telephone poles were knocked down and strewed across roadways, along with trees, and it appeared, the thickest branches of those trees were causing horrible travel conditions. I can’t remember if any cars in the area right off hand were heavily damaged, but if none were, then that was truly a blessing. Normal patrols, I believe, were suspended as we had to drive around the city and campus assessing damages and what areas need our attention immediately.

With the damages that was done during this Derecho, most people were out of power for at least three days to a week, or maybe even longer. Our apartment complex was out of power for at least a week, and that sucked royally for so many reasons. Thank God we didn’t have any family pets with us because it would’ve been a lot worse. During the week of no power, the temperature in the apartment reached over 100 degrees, and every window in our apartment was opened as wide as it could be, but with no wind blowing around for that entire week, which seemed impossible, didn’t help at all. My wife’s lupus anti-bodies began to work overtime, and each passing day and night her condition was getting worse and worse. Her lupus made her body swell, joints extremely sensitive to the touch and constantly sweating with no break it seemed. You would think at night the temperature would be low enough to make it feel cool, but even at night the humidity was high and the temps sitting somewhere in the mid to high 80’s; sometimes in the low 90’s. However, the outside temperature didn’t matter because the sauna inside our apartment was literally killing my wife with her lupus just breading through her body like never before.

It was during this week also that the Marriott Hotel on campus was offering all the university employees, especially the police officers, a break in the daily rate to stay at the hotel for at least one to two days. Watching my wife over on the other couch suffering in this God awful situation, day in and day out, prompted me to check on that deal or we would end up in the hospital if she has to suffer through this one more day. On a Saturday night while at work, I went to the Marriott and spoke to one of the employees there, who told me that at least 75 people are checking out the next day and that he will hold a hotel room for us to have. I was so thankful for his generosity and for the Marriott allowing us to stay there for a night or two to regulate our body temperatures once again. The news excited me that when I told my wife about it, she explained to me that she can make it one more night, but after that the hospital would be our friend once again. Being in a position at first where I couldn’t think of anything to help her ease the pain and suffering, I felt much better knowing that for the entire day Sunday we would be in great shape.

The only positive glimpse we had during the week of no power, is while the power company was working on the busted up transformers and severed power lines, everything came on for at least ten seconds, but then it went out once more until that Sunday night/Monday morning. I was definitely happy to be in a cool and comfortable hotel room after suffering for nearly six days in the intense hot and humid apartment, but I was extremely happy to know that we avoided my wife visiting the hospital, which were apparently working at near max capacity. Our overnight rate at the Marriott turned out to be only $35, which was a tremendous break from the normal rate at that time of $350-$400!!! I got the employee discount rate, and was in good standing with employees there; however, shortly after that or before that Hell Week, our free dinners at the Marriott were stopped suddenly. Most of us have suspicions on why that is and can probably point fingers at certain people for jacking that privilege up!! My wife and I lived through that week without getting pissed off at each other and without arguing. At that point in our lives, and through that situation, being good towards each other was our most important goal, and it worked.

We were not going to spend our week, or days, in the hospital once more because the lupus disease decided to kick in high gear! Everyone who lived through it lost tons of money in generator gas and the supplies of food in the refrigerators. When you buy bags and bags of ice, which we had a very hard time finding some, seriously, and you poor them in the bathtub to keep food fresh and cold and the ice melts within a matter of a couple of hours, sometimes minutes, you know that inside your dwelling the temperatures are just brutal. I hope to never experience anything like that ever again in my life, but if it does happen again in our lifetime, my wife and I will be much better prepared; we hope lol!! After that week passed, some homes and businesses still had no power, but majority of the area was able to go on with their lives and look back into history to remember where they were when this quick, but devastating storm struck. I don’t want this to sound like it was hurricane force winds and trees and telephone poles coming out of the ground, which some did, but it was bad enough to cause millions of dollars in damages throughout the area.

Once again this storm exposed the vulnerability of our infrastructure in this country, and that things need to be replaced, repaired and rebuilt as soon as possible. This storm also, once again, sparked up the debate that power lines and telephone lines throughout the D.C. area should be placed underground and out of harm’s way. Knowing the area, this will take another twenty years, three more devastating storms and cost serious more millions of dollars in damages and hundreds of lives before they expedite the fixes. Time will tell!!

Henry Scott

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THE GREEN CURTAIN (CONTINUES)

Characters in the story are based off real people. Names have been changed to protect those individuals. Situations and events in the story are fictional, although some real events may be included. Some content may include violence and sexual depictions. Reader discretion is advised.

Chapter VI

Naveah Lee, listed as the richest judge in the country, exits out of her ten bedroom mansion, with her own personal security detail standing by and her armored black SUV, limo tinted windows, parked just feet from the main steps. It has been somewhat of a mystery of how Judge Lee became deep into the financial world, but it is definitely not a secret that her parents, and their parents, owned at least two oil companies, which obviously has paid off to their offspring’s. Naveah, one of six kids in the immediate family, and the oldest, benefited the most and definitely took the reins of knowing how to run a very successful company. One of her sisters took hold of the other family company, and although she hasn’t been as successful as her older sibling Naveah, she is still rolling in dough that can surround her house more than ten times. When Naveah gained the financial success she has been striving for, and has been hoping and praying for, people took notice very quick, and with the saying ‘more money, more problems’ actually brought more stress and hatred her way.

In the current mansion that Naveah Lee lives in now, is her second home just outside the Boston suburbs where she thought she would feel safe from the inner city scrutiny and bastard neighbors. She still owns her first house in the city limits of Boston, but only goes there when she needs to, but right now at this point she rents it out to other people who desire to live in her old neighborhood. People that were against her quick success really rallied against her, and outnumbered the great supporters that stood in her corner. Any other time with someone gaining wealth like she did wouldn’t have mattered as much, but with her position in the Judicial system gave some people, in high positions, uneasiness and thought of the potential of her influencing the courts was extremely high. She became one of the most successful judges in the city of Boston, and the state, and held the reputation of not dealing with any bullshit and nonsense from any attorney, victims and suspects. At one point she nearly tossed a case out, along with the state’s attorney, when one of the victims’ witnesses didn’t come to court on time, without a valid reason, and wasn’t dressed appropriately.

Just before her new found fame in the light of the public, she was offered a federal judge position within the state of Massachusetts to oversee some high profile cases and conduct some arraignments. This, however, only brought more fame and pressure, along with new money mixed in with the old money from her parents’ hard work. Naveah’s life has been threatened numerous times, but only a few occasions have their actually been people attempting to snuff her out from existence, and not care who is around her. That type of behavior is the sole reason she is now constantly surrounded by armed guards, and transported in armored vehicles everywhere she goes, especially to and from work or anything judicial related. With her new status in life now, finding potential men to fit that bill of her lifestyle and at the same time having a great personality, has been leading to many heartbreaks and poison love. Somewhere during her climb to the top of the financial-food chain, she met several men that she believed were worthy of her time and love, but only one she repeated to keep giving herself to over and over. Their relationship began very strong, sexually and physically, but once again money kept getting in the way of things and she finally found out his true motives of why he was with her. Needless to say their relationship, which lasted about six months, ended horribly when his body was found dumped in the Hudson River. The body was mutilated with a head, both hands, both feet and sexual organs missing to never being recovered. Although she was questioned and interviewed about the case and their relationship, she was never charged and allowed to continue serving in the judicial bureau since no evidence pointed to her, and she never violated any judicial policies.

[Boston, Massachusetts]

On this particular morning, as Naveah Lee arrives at the federal courthouse, she normally saw a crowd just outside the garage entrance while they pulled in. Well, this time it was a crowd, but not as huge as it has been in previous months. It wasn’t that greatly noticeable, but she expected to see certain people there every day, but this morning they weren’t there. Naveah took notice as she looked outside her dark tinted window before they entered the garage and the walls blocking her view from the truck. Once they parked and the scene around her was clear, she was allowed to leave the truck and start walking towards the underground elevator, where two armed security personnel waited for her. Just as she entered through the elevator doors, she heard commotion behind her, which sounded just a inches from her back, but when she turned around to see what was going on, she only saw her security detail rush on the elevator to keep her safe. As the doors closed, and the elevator started to go up, the noise going on in the underground level was quickly deafened by their distance from the scene.

The mood inside the courthouse was much different, and peaceful where she could think properly. Almost immediately, after entering her chambers, one of the court bailiffs approaches her with the day’s arraignments and cases. Naveah looks it over and agrees to the scheduling and sees that she only has a few minutes before getting ready for the first arraignment call. Several minutes later, one of the court officers see Naveah coming down the hall from her chambers towards the courtroom, opens the door and yells to everyone to rise. Judge Lee was introduced and ordered everyone to sit down once she reached her chair. Judge Lee jumps right into it and begins to tackle the first arraignment case on the docket. After hearing both sides of the case, Judge Lee gave her disposition, which required the defendant to spend another three months in jail before being released on parole. She calls in for the next arraignment case, which caused the court officers to open up the double doors and bring the next defendant. The defendant was not spotted immediately by Judge Lee, but just as he got to the table, she raised her head and removed her glasses to get a better look.

Obviously, the defendant is not wanting to be there all chained up, so he has barely noticed the judge staring at him with luscious eyes. All Judge Lee could see was a tall black male, bald, not very muscular, but well-built and carried himself with great confidence, almost an arrogance. Her eyes and mind could only imagine what his body appeared to look like underneath his jumpsuit, but just from what she could see nearly had her tranced. Naveah was so fixated on the defendant, that she didn’t hear the court officer trying to get her attention until he touched her hand. This feeling got her out of the fixation she was in and back down to business to dispose of the case. Like before, once she heard both sides of the case, she did something that she didn’t do very often to suspects charged with money laundering, attempted murder of his accomplice in a bank robbery and several bank robbery charges. Jamal Butter, was released on house arrest and was to remain there until the start of the trial, where he would then be transported to the county jail until the conclusion of the case. Her disposition of the case definitely surprised both councils, who knew not to question her judgement on this case, except bring up their concerns through a legal form she proposed for all attorney’s to follow several weeks prior.

When both parties accepted the terms of the disposition, they started to walk out the courtroom, but Naveah’s eyes were staring directly at Butter’s ass. Watching his cheeks change proportions with each step just got under her skin a little bit, and for that quick minute her mind wandered to having her hands wrapped around that ass; to just squeeze them when their situation would hit climax. She broke her gaze or her gaze was disturbed when a third defendant was brought in to be arraigned, and it was a middle aged mother, who abused her children and violated her parole. Needless to say Judge Lee’s concentration and business mind came back with a quickness. Unless you was in the courtroom, once those double doors were closed behind the parolee, you never knew what occurred and what made the mother walk out several minutes later in complete tears. It was very apparent that Naveah was being somewhat of a bitch this day, but her mood lightened up a bit when she heard that Khalid X. Cure was being extradited back to Massachusetts for the warrant she authorized on him several years prior. Hearing this made her day, along with thinking about the house inmate, Jamal Butter, which in her mind made her want to be his jelly, or better yet become his bread for the spread.

[Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania]

Vincent lies in his hospital bed, still attached to machines and tubes, but his condition is starting come around for the better. Although he may show no love or show any in love emotions towards his wife, Dawn, his fight shows her that he is still somewhat of the same man she married years prior. Dawn stands at the foot of the bed, playing with her wedding ring and glancing down at it, and begins to think whether she still wants to leave or give him another chance. Most women in her friendship circle would probably kill her for thinking something like that, but most of them have never been in her shoes. With her thoughts swaying back and forth, she needs to make sure that her feelings are not of her feeling bad for him, even though Vincent brought this upon himself, indirectly. Till this moment Dawn is still unaware that Shelly is the reason for the critical condition of her husband, but what she does know, and is aware of, is that the deputy that she spoke to a couple of days ago has just gotten under her nerves.

DAWN PERRY: Her concentration deep into her thoughts is broken with her cell phone ringing. Hello?

SHELLY SUMMERS: Hi, Dawn? You have a minute?

DAWN PERRY: Yes, Shelly. What’s going on?

SHELLY SUMMERS: I thought you should know that I just got a call from a Deputy Roxie Blue? Who the hell is that?

DAWN PERRY: Some deputy sheriff with the Allegheny County Sheriff’s Office. Here outside of Pittsburgh. Why?

SHELLY SUMMERS: She was asking me questions about Vincent, you and the relationship between you two.

DAWN PERRY: Wait! Why was she asking you that? What do you have to do with this?

SHELLY SUMMERS: Well…apparently they got a search warrant for your phone records, and saw that I was the last person you spoke to before he was found in the house, and got a call from her that night.

DAWN PERRY: What the hell?! You were nowhere near the area! You telling me she’s fishing for information from my friends! I got the suspicion she thinks that I did this or know who did! What did you tell her?

SHELLY SUMMERS: I told her what I knew about the marriage and that I knew it was coming to an end very soon. She tried to get me to go deeper into your character and personality traits. I know she was looking for something to hang over your head, to question you about. I don’t believe I gave her anything to use against you.

DAWN PERRY: Starts walking towards the ER exit doors, rubbing her hair and making noises that represents her annoyance. I can’t believe this shit! I’m gonna call her back and speak to her myself about this nonsense. This is utter bullshit! I’ll talk to you later Shelly. I’m gonna handle this with her myself. Without warning to Shelly, she hangs up the phone. Leaving Shelly hanging on the other line wondering what the hell just happened. However, just before Dawn could get her phone call with Deputy Blue, she receives another call almost immediately after speaking to Shelly.

DAWN PERRY: Answers the phone to speak to her mother. Hi mom!

DAWN’S MOTHER: Hi, honey. I’m calling to let you know that Troy (her youngest son) has fallen ill. I’m going to go to the school to pick him up now, and take him to the doctor’s office.

DAWN PERRY: What’s wrong with him, mom?

DAWN’S MOTHER: Apparently he’s been vomiting very violently, scarring other children and some of the staff. With all the diseases going around lately, I told them I would come and pick him up, after they called and told me what happened.

DAWN PERRY: Oh my God. Okay, you go to the school and pick him up. I’ll meet you at the doctor’s office when I get there. I just have to take care of something real quick. Don’t leave until I get there, okay?

DAWN’S MOTHER: Okay. How are things there?

DAWN PERRY: Vincent is doing okay. He’s getting better, it seems, and should be able to release within the next few days. Of course, it all depends on what he shows and how he does.

DAWN’S MOTHER: What are you thinking, dear? You know exactly what I mean, too.

DAWN PERRY: Takes a long pause and sighs out loud. I don’t know exactly, mom. It’s hard enough to think about what to do here, and think about what the kids will see and feel about this whole thing.

DAWN’S MOTHER: You need to remember dear that he brought this upon himself. I’m not at all wishing illness or anything like that for him, even though I can’t stand the guy, but he needs to live with his actions. Don’t start feeling sorry for him and what happened. Make a decision on what is right, not what you feel and afraid of.

DAWN PERRY: Mom has spoken, I see. Chuckles. Well, you take care of that and I will see you two later. Okay? Love you mom!

DAWN’S MOTHER: Love you dear! See you in a little bit.

As Dawn steps outside of the hospital, towards the parking lot, she begins to dial Deputy Blue’s phone number. Looking to leave her a voice message, it kind of surprises Dawn that Roxie picks up the phone to answer.

ROXIE BLUE: Good morning/afternoon. This is Deputy Roxie Blue of the Allegheny County Sheriff’s Office. How can I help you?

DAWN PERRY: Begins speaking on the phone with an angry tone of voice. Why are you calling my friends about something they have nothing to do with?

ROXIE BLUE: Shocked at how the conversation started, she responds in kind. Listen, I don’t know who the hell this is on the phone, but you called me. Not the other way around. If you could give me your name and state your business, maybe I can help you.

DAWN PERRY: It’s Dawn Perry! My husband is Vincent. He’s laid up in the hospital right now recovering from these mysterious injuries. You should know because you found him.

ROXIE BLUE: Ohh, yeah I know who this now. Mighty rude of you to just call me at the station and start the conversation off with anger tones.

DAWN PERRY: Listen, just leave my friends out of this. They don’t know who did this, what happened or anything about my marriage, okay?

ROXIE BLUE: Well, Mrs. Perry, I’m just investigating of what happened to your husband. We subpoenaed your phone records, as part of our investigation, and saw the Shelly Summers was the last person you spoke to before your husband was found, near dead in the master bedroom.

DAWN PERRY: You need to call anyone else?

ROXIE BLUE: Right now we have reasons to believe that you and your husband were having serious enough issues to think that you may know who did this to him.

DAWN PERRY: Am I a suspect in this case?! With a very shocking respond.

ROXIE BLUE: You are definitely a person of interest, however, we have no evidence or reasons of that nature to say you are a suspect in this case. I would ask you to stay in the area until this investigation is solved or stopped cold.

DAWN PERRY: Such bullshit! You can think of me whatever you want, but I tell you now that none of my friends are capable of this! I’ve been cooperative so far with your investigation! Don’t start smearing my name through the mud just for your pleasure.

ROXIE BLUE: Mrs. Perry….hears a dial tone in her ear. Roxie sits there trying to figure out what the hell just happened. The other detective working on the case with her, notices her demeanor and checks on her. When Roxie repeats the conversation to him, in summary form, he shows a weird, confused expression as to think of Dawn’s malfunction and defense of Shelly. It was then that looking deeper in Shelly’s and Dawn’s background was authorized for more clues and possible information to be used later.

[Harrisburg, Pennsylvania]

This day has been a very long day for Shelly, but being a trooper that she is, she was able to push through it. She couldn’t wait until the end of the day though, and the sight of the shadow figure was still fresh in her mind. Although she is thankful no one saw the mysterious figure, she was still disturbed that the DUI suspect was readmitted into the ER and is now clinging to life. When walked out of the hospital doors to proceed to her car, she grabbed her keys out of her purse, unlocked the car and sat in the driver seat. Shelly immediately took in a deep breath and slowly let it flow out of her lungs through her nose. This point she put the key into the ignition and attempted to turn it on, but nothing happened. Attempted a second time to turn the car on and still nothing happened, but she also noticed no lights on her instrument panel shined too. Of course, this started to frustrate her and she began to feel her blood boil inside as she attempted a third and fourth time with no success. She closed her eyes and took in another deep breath to calm her nerves so she could think of what to do next. As she sat there and went to reach for the door handle to step out of the car, the door seemed jammed. A shocking sensation started to fill her veins and then immediately after it turned to her starting feel scared since she couldn’t get out of the car.

Several attempts to unlock her car door and get out was wearing her down, as she started to scream out to anyone to help her, but no one was around. Shelly really started to freak out and began banging on her car window in almost an attempt to break it. Tears began to run down her face as she thought she was trapped in her own car, and the inside temperature began to rise to uncomfortable levels. The next thing she knew as she reached for the tissue box on her passenger seat and wiped her eyes, and blew her nose, she looked at the used tissue and saw bright red blood. Shelly just froze in place as her eyes got big, not believing in what she is seeing, but once she looked in the rear view mirror, and her horror was true to her sight. She could see blood stains on her face, and blood covered tears flowing from her eyes as she frantically used more and more tissues to clean her face. Trying to stay calm became an impossible task as she began to frantically cry and scream inside the car for this day to end. With her eyes closed, she leaned her head forward, while gripping the steering wheel, and felt herself hyperventilating, which she knew would activate her asthma if she didn’t get things under control.

Shelly raised her head back up and glanced back in her rear view mirror, and was absolutely scared to death when she saw a figure in her backseat, with glaring red eyes and blacker than black hair. Her scream just filled the car as the windows began to fog up from the interior temperature continuing to rise, which started to activate her asthma in the very worse way. Screaming out, “LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME??!” as she turned around to face the mysterious figure, which immediately disappeared not to be seen back there. Taking in a deep breath once again from the shock of how quickly the figure disappeared, she quickly turned around and saw that her windows were no longer fogged up and the temperature inside the car quickly dissipated. Her reaction was to jump out of the car, which was very successful when the driver’s side door opened up. After she flung the door open and jumped out, backing away from the car, she started to wipe her face and saw no more blood; just plain watery tears as they should be. Glancing around her to make sure that no one was seeing this situation unfold, and seeing the mysterious figure, she began to slowly relax and calm herself down completely.

One visitor that was parked next to her, came up behind her to see if she was okay, touched her on the shoulder, which made her flinch and almost jump out of her skin. Her reaction scared the visitor, who also jumped back with his hands up to protect himself, and show her that he meant no harm to her. When she was able to see what he was trying to do, she quickly apologized and told the visitor that she is going to be okay, and quickly thanked him for his concern. As the visitor walked away to his car, she slowly walked back towards her car as if she was expecting for something else to happen. Shelly cautiously got back in her car, checked her rearview mirror and snapped her head towards the backseat quickly to make sure nothing was back there, and saw no one or anything. Feeling somewhat relieved, she turned back around and reached for the key in the ignition, and started the car. Never in a long time was hearing her car turn on such a relief, but she also knew that what she is experiencing is not normal. During her motion to pull the car out of the parking space, Shelly knew one person she could reach out to for help.

Making her way to the Covens Church sermon, she knew she had to reach out to this person immediately, to have her explain things in clear cut detail. Once Shelly arrived at the location of their weekly Wicca meeting, she entered through the side door of the building and saw two women standing there, to welcome her. They asked for a way to identify herself that she belongs to that section, which made Shelly produce the scroll that was tattooed on her right breast. After they were satisfied to her identification, they allowed her to enter through another set of double doors, which led to the actual sermon room. With the room very dark, and just lit up with candles on the wall, and walkway, enough so you can see where you are going, she could see the woman she needed to speak too. Making her way up to the front row seats, and sitting in the aisle seat, her eyes gazed right at the speaker, who was quoting one scripture from an old passage that was written hundreds of years ago, in southern England. This nearly mesmerized Shelly and almost miss the woman she needed to speak too, who got up out of her seat and walked through the heavy curtains hanging up behind her.

Obviously, this made Shelly break gaze at the speaker, watch the woman walk through the curtains and disappear behind them. Shelly slowly got up, trying not to disturb the low-lit sermon going on, and make her way towards a door that leads to the rear of the building. With no one standing by the access door, she was able to walkthrough it and started down this long hallway in searching for the woman. After only a few minutes of searching, Shelly saw the woman standing in the hallway speaking to another high ranking member of the Covens Church. Shelly slowly made her way down the hallway to the two women speaking, which she accidently interrupted when they both stopped talking to each other, and glanced at Shelly. The woman that Shelly was seeking, turned back around to the other lady and motioned that they will speak at a later time. Shelly started speaking to her knowing she was violating one of the rules of church.

SHELLY SUMMERS: Hi. I’m Shelly Summers and I need your immediate help, my lady.

RUBY REDD: I know who you are Ms. Summers. You know you shouldn’t be back here unless otherwise given permission to do so. I advise you to go back out to the sermon and proceed with the proper procedures in seeking council.

SHELLY SUMMERS: My lady, I would do that, but your assistance and advice is of most importance. Immediate attention I must add.

RUBY REDD: Nothing of your matters are of that importance that you would surely defy the sanctity of the covens. We have rules and personal morals that we must follow and abide by those in order to live within the realm of becoming eternally grateful to our gods. Now, I will not tell you again. Leave.

SHELLY SUMMERS: Watching Rudy walk away from her as she kept talking. My lady, this is something that I can’t wait for permission from the Coven Council. I need help now! I’m being tormented by a shadow figure! I nearly died today!

RUBY REDD: The shouting of Shelly’s words made her stop immediately and turn back around. Walking slowly back towards Shelly and stopping just far enough for her to speak in a normal voice. What are you talking about? No one has experienced the torment of the shadow figure in centuries, which is known to be the devil himself in some cases. You mustn’t have come here! The attachment of such entity can only bring death and destruction to you, let alone to others that are close to you, around you. Now, I know you must leave here at once and not come back until this thing is gone.

SHELLY SUMMERS: This shadow figure came about at work, and was displayed to me when I self-tranced myself in the bathroom. I….

RUBY REDD: Wait! Hypnotizing oneself is one of those thing that you should never do. Doing such a thing creates a negative energy within yourself and can only be expressed in one of two ways.

SHELLY SUMMERS: What do you mean?

RUBY REDD: You either destroy oneself, death of one’s soul, death of your physical well-being; and the other is releasing the unforgivenss part of your inner soul and those emotions and thoughts becoming real and life-like. When you self-tranced yourself, you must’ve been having harsh feelings towards a situation in your life that you never got over. How long has this been going on?

SHELLY SUMMERS: Maybe only 24 hours. One person is clinging to life and I nearly died in my car today, before coming here.

RUBY REDD: Explain.

SHELLY SUMMERS: I was in my car crying from the kind of day I had, saw blood flowing from my tears and nose. Then, I saw some figure in my backseat with bright red eyes and extremely black hair. I screamed and turned around and everything was fine.

RUBY REDD: Do you know what you’ve done, Ms. Summers?

SHELLY SUMMERS: No. That’s why I am here.

RUBY REDD: You’ve just released one of Hades soldiers of the underworld. For you seeing what you saw today, and experienced a near death experience, means the force is evolving very quickly. One of our greatest and most prominent women of the Wicca faith stepped out of her marriage, and reproduced with a man of the underworld some centuries ago. Although she was punished for her actions and thrown into the pits of the deepest hell, other witches stood up and fought a war to sustain their civilization to what we know today. Even though Hades was defeated, he always held the most hatred towards others practicing the faith that so once defeated him to the underworld for eternity. The last thing he claimed was a vengeance against us all that oppose him, but no one ever knew how he would accomplish this feat. I only know that you released one of his soldiers because what you describe it what our ancestors dealt with during our struggle to survive in a world that sees us as the evil arm of Satan. You put us all in danger. This entity could be alone, or something that could be the start of something much bigger and could destroy the world we very much live in.

SHELLY SUMMERS: How do we stop this thing from getting any bigger and more dangerous?

RUBY REDD: There is nothing that can be done to help this situation, Ms. Summers. You’ve brought this upon yourself and must deal with it the best way you know how as such.

SHELLY SUMMERS: What?! You just said that I might have brought all of us in danger. Everyone around me could die because of this entity being released, which wasn’t on purpose. If you don’t want to suffer and die like our ancestors did back in the dark world then, I need your help in our bright world now.

RUBY REDD: I need to share something with you, Ms. Summers. Wait for me in the sermon hall after the events tonight, and I will escort you to a place that is not visited very much. There we could find something that might be of help for this situation. Can you wait tonight?

SHELLY SUMMERS: Yeah. I’ll be here. Turns around and heads back out towards the sermon hall.

RUBY REDD: Watches Shelly exit through the door back out to the sermon hall when she is approached by another high ranking woman from behind. We have a serious problem that needs to be addressed. Immediately, after tonight’s ceremony we need to get the sacrifice chambers ready.

WICCA WOMAN: Who or what are we sacrificing?

RUBY REDD: Turns around and looks at the woman in her eyes before walking off past her. One of our own.

[Miles into the Russian Territory]

After arriving at the prison camp, where Aya discovers later that other prisoners are being held there by the Russian government. Aya hangs underneath the transport truck for at another hour or two, until darkness, and slowly lowers herself to the ground. When she finally releases her grip from the undercarriage of the truck, the tightness of her muscles nearly overcomes her as she crosses her arms, across her chest, grimacing in pain. It only takes a few minutes for the tightness and pain to release from her arms before she is able to slowly maneuver herself from under the transport vehicle. Rolling on the ground, exposing herself to the unknown dangers, she gets up on one knee and quickly looks around to see if anyone is around to spot her. Once the coast is clear, Aya starts creeping in and around the parked military trucks looking and listening where they took Daniel for safekeeping. It would take Aya nearly several minutes, through open fields and heavy thick brush before coming to a site where other political prisoners are being held.

Majority of the political prisoners are being held inside small wooden and metal cages with barely enough room to stand up and stretch their limbs. While moving through the set of brushes, and under the cover of darkness, she could see a camp fire going with several Russian soldiers sitting, laughing and walking around doing what they do. Also from her vantage view, looking across the encamped soldiers, see other prisoners caged in the wooden and metal containers, but not sure whether Daniel is being kept there or not. Aya continues to creep around the outer perimeter of the first encampment and discovers a trip wire that is to set off numerous flares into the sky of any intruders around. At this point she realizes that this rescue mission maybe more than what she bargained for, but leaving her partner behind in this prison camp would almost spell out certain death sentence. Slowly stepping over one trip wire, and then another, her heartbeat is in her throat and her breathing becomes labored, but her concentration is very sharp and heighten.

Obviously, the new found traps to trip up any untrained intruder slows her down, but knowing that she has to figure out a way to break Daniel out is a challenge to her, and she loves it. After going all the way around the outer perimeter of the first encampment, she sneaks and stays low among the prisoners caged, and crawls to see if Daniel is in one of the animal cages. While crawling through dirt and weeds, she slides by one of the cages and catches the attention of one of the political prisoners, who makes a noise to be noticed by Aya. This stops Aya in her crawling, and catches the attention of one of the Russian soldiers nearby sitting on a rock, smoking a cigarette. Now her nervousness has turned to being scared of being discovered and almost killed on the spot. Hiding behind some very tall weeds and grass, Aya can see the Russian soldier, approximately just a few feet away looking around and looking at the prisoner who made the noise. The prisoner kept making a noise for Aya to see him, but she never moved to even look back at him as her attention was at the Russian solider just feet in front of her. After a few minutes of the prisoner making the initial noise, and waking up another prisoner nearby, the Russian soldier stood up, tossed his cigarette and started speaking in Russian towards the prisoners to be quiet.

As she stepped just inches from Aya, in the tall grass, she makes the impulse decision to remove her knife from her boot. At the point the Russian soldier saw movement beneath him in the grass and glanced down to see what was causing the grass to move with very little wind, and spotted a dark object lying still underneath him. With no moonlight shining down from the dark, cloudy sky, he had to get on his knees to get a closer look at what he was seeing, but by then Aya jammed the knife deep into throat to keep the soldier from screaming out. Blood flowed down the blade of the knife, on to the handle, and upon her aggressive hand as she kept the knife in position until she saw the life completely leave the body of the Russian soldier. Aya lowered his lifeless body to the ground, still on her side in the grass, and yanks the knife out of his throat, wiping the blood off using her pant leg. Knowing that it will only be a matter of time before the others spot their comrade missing, she starts to whisper to the awoken prisoners in Russian of where they took the new prisoner. Through speaking Russian to the prisoners she got the information she needed and promised them that she will be back for them if she can. Aya then quickly crawls through the tall grass and weeds to the second encampment.

Knowing that time is of the essence, she sprints the mile up a dirt road to the second camp, which is more sophisticated than the first one. Once she got down the dirt road, and glanced behind her to see if anyone was coming, she dives in the brushes and crawls up the wooden and barbed wire fence. Looking through the fence she could see where most of the firepower was in protecting the prisoners and whatever else of importance they had there. Quickly looking around from her vantage point, she could see there was another part of the camp that she couldn’t see clearly. Aya glances back again to see if anyone was coming, and saw headlights from a transport truck coming down the dirt road. Not knowing whether this is another prisoner being transported, a security alert to the missing soldier or something else entirely, she quickly jumps back into the woods. As the transport truck pulls up, she sees that it is only one driver and no one in the back, which led her to believe that they might be coming to pick up one or more prisoners. While the truck sits at the gate, and the guard is engaged in a conversation with the driver, Aya sees her small window of opportunity to sneak on the back of the truck without being seen.

Aya lies herself down on her back behind the tailgate, with the canvass top of the truck also concealing her as well. She feels the truck proceeding through the gate and through the camp site, where she slowly pokes her head up over the tailgate to see what is there and the obstacles. Several minutes later, the trucks pulls up to another building and suddenly stops, where the driver jumps out and walks by the rear of the truck and up the steps. A few seconds later the door of the building opens and out comes Daniel blindfolded and bound hands behind his back, with three other soldiers, heavily armed, escorting him out and towards the rear of the truck. Her time to spring into action has now presented itself to her, whether she was ready for it or not. Once the tailgate dropped, the driver saw Aya lying on her side smiling at him, which was just enough to freeze his reacting in reaching for his sidearm and enough for her to deliver a hard kick to the face. The other three soldiers saw Aya and started yelling in Russian, but by then she was on top of them, with Daniel being knocked down to the ground face first.

Her knife went into the first soldier’s throat, dropped kicked the second one in the face, knocking him to the ground and kicking the third soldier in the knee, dropping him immediately. Aya removed the knife from the first soldier’s throat, sliced the second soldier’s throat when he stood up and dropped her knee into the third soldier’s stomach and jammed the knife into his chest, penetrating his heart. Immediately, she removed her knife, picked up Daniel and tossed him the back of the truck, along with her knife to free himself. It took Daniel a few minutes to discover that it was Aya risking her life to save him from the clutches of the Red Army’s grip. Aya jumped into the driver seat and began driving the truck back towards the main gate, risking the major onslaught from the encampment’s security measures. While driving down the road, and entering the main part of the camp, one of the Russian soldiers recognize that it wasn’t one of their own driving the truck and opened fire. Within a matter of a seconds, it seemed like the entire camp unleashed their firepower on the transport truck, which was obviously not built to withstand that kind of punishment. As the rounds penetrate through the canvass backing of the truck, the windshield, the doors and engine block, Aya is wounded in the left thigh by one round coming through the driver side door.

Daniel is on the floor in the rear of the transport truck ducking rounds just a few inches from his head. He yells to her, “GET US THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!!” and with sarcasm she yells back, “I WASN’T SURE IF YOU WANTED TO STAY!” which makes him respond, “OH YEAH! PLEASE TAKE ME BACK SO I CAN FACE MORE TORTURE! HEARING HOW THEY WERE GOING TO PUT ME TO DEATH WAS LIKE MY MOTHER READING A NIGHTIME STORY!” The closer she got to the main gate, the heavier the firepower it seemed, but with only the gate in the way at first, it was now being blocked by a truck with two soldiers standing on the back of it firing directly into the windshield. Aya yells back at Daniel, “HOLD ON! YOU MIGHT FEEL A LITTLE BUMP!” And ducks on the floor of the cabin and pushes down on the accelerator. By the time the soldiers saw that she wasn’t stopping it, their smaller truck was hit and destroyed by the transport truck, killing the driver and the two soldiers. Immediately, after busting through the barricade, she sat back up and sped down the dirt road she once ran up to get to the camp. The other soldiers at the first encampment heard what was going on and stood in the roadway, as a human roadblock.

They soon opened fire on the truck, but was also unsuccessful when she ran them all over causing human speedbumps. With things in the area way too hot, Aya had to bypass the first camp and leave the prisoners there, in hoping to come back to them later. Leaving them made her feel so bad, as she broke her promise, but to make it right she would risk herself once again to save them from pure death and torture. First she must take Daniel and herself to a safe house in the countryside and discover what is the next move.

END OF CHAPTER VI

Next Chapter (VII) – Posted June 24th @ 1800hrs.

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THE CRAB DIARIES: LATE PUNISHMENT (Real Life)

REPOST OF CRIME & MYSTERY BLOG

Story 6

You know?  We are all human beings in this world, and we all make mistakes here and there throughout life.  However, learning from your mistakes is the key to not repeating it over and over again.  At the same time, if you are not aware of what your mistake is, and you keep repeating it over and over again, then that would probably make you ignorant to your situation.  As you grow up from a child into adulthood, you are taught right and wrong, and it is up to you as you get to a certain age to follow what you were taught without assistance from your parents or role models.  Throughout those years you are living, you also become, or should become, aware of how society is and what rules are followed by the society you are a part of.  We have laws and rules for a reason, and those laws and rules are to avoid situations that would allow anarchy to reign, and to maintain a civilization; regardless of what you think.

Well, one person that I dealt with years ago, I suppose, decided not to follow the rules and laws that have been set forth.  During the early morning hours, the day of the Maryland Terrapins football teams last home game of the year, I was on campus this time watching for vehicle traffic at a certain spot.  This spot that I was stationary at had two stop signs, approximately 100 feet or more from each other, and we were having issues with people not stopping at them.  So, I decided to pick a time of the morning, when vehicle traffic is very low, and watch these two stop signs to see if anyone would blatantly run them.  I didn’t have to wait too much longer for this to come true, but it was someone who absolutely knew better.  As I was sitting on the side, in a graded driveway, I witnessed this dark green Cadillac, with dark as shit tinted windows, come blowing through one of the stop signs at a very high rate of speed.  Of course, the running of a stop sign wasn’t exactly the surprise, but at the speed this driver was going was the shocker sort of speak.

After witnessing this blatant disregard of basic traffic rules, I pulled out of the driveway and pursued up the hill after the car.  In doing so, the car blew through at least one or two more stop signs before pulling over after seeing my emergency lights.  The first thing that happened was that the driver, who I now see is a female and an employee of the university transportation department, jumps out of the car screaming, “I’m late!  I work for DOTS!  I’m late for my assignment!”  Maybe she thought screaming that at me would spell good things for her, and for me to cut her a HUGE brake.  NOT!!  I didn’t budge at her request to let her go and join her fellow employees, who were waiting for her to take up her traffic post.  So, I went through my entire traffic stop like I normally did, and even made the pre-conceive notion that her punishment would be at least two traffic citations for her behavior.  However, things would quickly generate downhill when my dispatcher came back with information that the vehicle registration was stolen.  Well, this news, obviously, didn’t bow well for her and at this time more officers arrived when the stolen tag information came out.

Her reaction was denial, and that she had no idea that the tags were stolen.  Further investigation, discovered that the vehicle was not registered and, of course, no insurance.  Although I made the arrest, she did resist a little bit and ran off at the mouth, but quickly realized her reality was not changing.  While interviewing her after the arrest, she basically told me that she ran the stop sign because she was late for her assignments, and also finally admitted that her boyfriend was the one that stole the tags from another vehicle.  Apparently, from her verbal statements, her and her boyfriend, who live in D.C., stole a D.C. tag from another car, a close by neighbor no less, and used it for their car.  In addition, her boyfriend also got the car from someone else, legally, but decided not to be bothered with being a responsible citizen and register the damn car.  Of course, at this point she is pointing everything at her boyfriend, but she also wouldn’t give up his name, which I knew would be a tall order.  So, in the end, she was charged criminally and also given numerous tickets.  Through the following months, after the our initial contact with each other, she only appeared in court once for her traffic violations, but decided to not show up for her criminal court case.

HAHAHA!  This ended up not working well for her either.  Once I knew the judge placed a warrant on her head, I knew where she worked and was going to wait for a long while before I arrested her again.  I knew where she worked at so rushing to that disposition wasn’t my main goal.  However, once again fate allowed things to happen, and this time, once again, I ended up in the same place where she was.  The day that I ran into her again, was created by one of our officers being involved in a vehicle pursued, and one of the witnesses of the crime worked at the transportation department.  Our suspect was finally caught after he crashed the vehicle and attempted to flee on foot.  Without any hesitation I went to the transportation department, at the request of the arresting officer, to see if I could gather witness statements for the case.  In doing so, I arrived at the transportation headquarters and, low and behold, I saw my warrant suspect sitting on a bench, outside with other employees, during a bar-b-que they were having.  She and I made eye contact, and I thought she would remember me from months ago and would know she has an open warrant for her arrest.

Needless to say, after I received all the written statements, I inquired to other employees about my “warrant suspect”, and I was told that she went back to the main office.  Other employees, at least from me, never knew about her having a warrant, and never understood the reasons of me asking for her whereabouts.  I gave all the written statements to the arresting officer of the vehicle pursuit, and went back to my dispatcher to have her check my “warrant suspect’s” name in the national database.  I would have to say I was pretty pleased to know that her warrant was still alive and valid, which made me recruit another officer to meet me at the main office, in case she decided to act a damn fool.  Several minutes later, I arrived at the main office and asked for her whereabouts, which she was in her office working on whatever.  When I advised her that I was there to arrest her again for an open warrant, she broke down and started crying uncontrollably where another employee had to console her.  This arrest went a little better than the first one, but once again I called for a female officer to search her persons.  During the search of my “warrant suspect” by a female officer, it got a little rough and some words were exchanged pretty aggressively between them.  After that, I took her to the regional correctional facility, where she was processed.

I never saw her again, but I did hear that about two or three weeks after my second arrest with her, she ran into our officers a third time.  Apparently, when her mother was pulled over, she came out of the main office causing a disturbing scene and was arrested a third time.  I suppose this drove her superior’s nuts and caused them to terminate her from the job, which was sadly overdue.  People do deserve chances to prove themselves, and to show that they are the right people for the job, but to continuously getting in trouble with the law will not keep those chances coming.  I felt kind of bad for her, but at the same learning more and more of how she was outside of our contact, it was bound to happen.  Unfortunately, this wasn’t the last transportation employee we would run into over and over again throughout my remaining years there.  You would be amazed of how many employees were dirty, which made you believe that no background and/or reference checks were done; at least properly.  Sometimes people fall through the cracks, and those individuals sometimes allow themselves to seep through to only be wiped back up and tossed away.

Henry Scott

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