Gender: Male
Status:
Swinger
Age: 36
Sign:
Pisces
Country: United States
Signup Date: July 25, 2022
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03/15/2024 10:35 PM
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What the Tags in my name mean
My tag descriptions are as follows
DPA- Deadpool Protection Agency ( In honor of The APA WWF)- and Heroes for Hire Marvel The NWO - New World Order (In honor of The New World Order WcW) RIPD- Rest In Peace Department- From The Movie- The MWA- Mutants With Attitude- My own creation - The TVA- The Time Variance Authority from The Loki Show on Disney plus
I've been asked this a lot and I never really posted a section as to why they mean what they mean and why I carry them on my page. I grew up in a time where a lot of groups existed. If you've been around since before Myspace, you know what I'm talking about. I know there are actual group pages here, and what I do with mine isn't like a "group" thing. Like I don't make posts and invite people to group-only activities, I don't do blogs where people can write in them.
If you ever wanted to wear a tag I have on here, you are more than welcome to do so, you just have to ask me and keep me on as your friend as I am the leader of these. I don't ask for reshares or group posts. I am not a "Kingdom" page, and I've been a part of some of those as well. This is just something fun I wanted to do and pay a little homage to an era of Role-Play that's not really done too much before.
Like, I don't expect anyone to want to wear my tags, so I don't ask people to "join" I just wear them because it's a part of my character's canon, and I enjoy it.
He does run his own Protection Agency.
He is a member of the TVA..
I fused the RIPD Squad in with Wade's background, it's a great movie and verse to play around in, and I also wear 117, molded after Master Cheif- Halo as Wade's and his story is very similar also, and that's why I decided to combine both as well. Master Chief Petty Officer -117, from the Halo series.
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11/16/2023 09:53 PM
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Alt/Discord Registry
This is not for public repost, this is simply for my knowledge, if you feel like posting your stuff on here, I would like to know the main page you have, the alt's you have me on and who you are in accordance to your DISCORD. again, you don't have to fill this out if you don't want to, but this is mainly to protect me so when you get mad at me for deleting 1 of your pages or you, or forgetting who you are on DISCORD and yes it does happen to me, then it's on you for not sharing the info with me. Again, yes this is a public blog, but you all have the right to deny anyone who requests you, so like I said again, if you don't want to fill it out fine, but remember, it's on you lol. But I would like to have your main, your alt and your Discord if you do.
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10/30/2023 10:54 PM
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The Reaper Final Chapter- Ending Part 2
The Reaper- Final Chapter- Ending- Written by Brandon Marko A.K.A. Wade Wilson DPA-NWO-RIPD-TVA-MWA- The Reaper- Conclusion- Part 2
Travis raised his head and revealed his eyes to be red again. He cracked an evil smile and brought his hands out from behind his back, having the burnt ropes fall to the ground. He spun kick tripped, one of the men who had been holding him and kicked him hard in his stomach sending the man crashing to the ground. The other man before he could even react, had his neck snapped from Travis' hands. Sarah had no idea what was going on, but she saw Travis take the guy's guns and start shooting the other guys who were still standing. Tyler came in with his shotgun and shot a propane tank having it explode sending 5 guys crashing into the warehouse boxes. Travis jumped behind one of the crates as did Tyler. Ducking from enemy fire, when Tyler shouted. “I think we messed up part of the plan back there! Oh well, only live one!” Tyler laughed hard, returning fire, before ducking behind once again. Travis had been doing the same, and ducking behind the crates he looked at him and grinned. Travis looked at Tyler and shouted as more explosions took place, “New plan.. kill everyone, rescue Sarah..!” Travis shouted, returning fire, he then leaped from the crates and started firing back at the men who had been shooting him, hitting them he sending them crashing to the ground. Tyler looked and grumbled. Tyler shook his head, before ducking behind some crates. “Some plan..” Tyler said turning he shot two guys coming from the upper walkway of the warehouse. Travis ran across the floor, sliding on the floor and dodging bullets as they shot past him. Tyler was closer to Sarah than Travis was. Tyler ran to Sarah, shooting a couple more men now.
He managed to get to Sarah and started undoing her ropes. She turned to look at him. She had no air in her, and was still reeling from the excitement. Breathless was her voice now, “You know you could be doing that a bit faster? Since they are, you know trying to kill us!” She shouted at him. “Hey, you try untying these damn things with bad arthritis!” Tyler shouted back, working on the knots quicker now, feeling the heat from the explosions intensify more now. “Who are you?” Sarah asked him, dodging some bullets and leaning forward to avoid the flames from the previous explosions before others happened now. Tyler returned fire killing some more men, while freeing her from the ropes finally. “Not bad for an old man eh? Hope you know how to use this..” He said handing her a gun. “I'm a Tyler, I have been helping your father out.. Move!” He shouted at her. Sarah and Tyler stood back to back, shooting men from every side. It seemed more and more men were pouring into the complex. Sarah looked on, “Not much for a rescue huh?” She asked him, and Tyler rolled his eyes. “Yeah, we shouldn't have taken that left turn back at Albuquerque..” He said, returning fire, pushing Sarah to kneel down, while he shot one in the head. Sara returned fire and looked on at him, “where did you learn to fire a gun like that?”
He asked her, she continued the fire and smirked, “I play a lot of Call of Duty..!” She shouted at him.. “A damn video game I..Look out!” Tyler shouted, and when he did this one of the men shot at them. Tyler saw this as did Travis. He looked and tried to get to Sarah and Tyler before the bullet hit them. Tyler pushed Sarah out of the way, got a bullet in his shoulder, and fell to the ground hurt from the gunshot wound. Sarah stumbled to the ground as well, and she had him in her lap. He winced from the pain. She ripped her sleeve off and tied it around him, holding him in a sitting position. “Oh Damn Vietnam War flashback,” Tyler winced, while Sarah had him in her arms. She managed to kill a couple more people in the complex before tightening the makeshift tourniquet around his wound. “You ain't dead yet old man,” Sarah said anxiously. “Keep pressure on it, we got to get you out of here..” Sarah said to him, looking at the guy who shot him. Travis returned fire and killed the guy. Travis had two guns now, he was running to Sarah and Tyler when Commissioner James Wilson shot him in the knee.He stumbled in mid-run and fell to the ground. His knee bleeding from the wound, Sarah and Tyler looked on. There weren't hardly any men left, and those who were had been running out of the warehouse for it had caught fire from the explosions. Commissioner James Wilson ran up to Travis who had been on the ground now, his guns within reach but was stopped when James pointed his guns at him. Breathing heavily, a battle-worn James Wilson walked up slowly, limping from a gun wound towards Travis and the others. His guns all aimed at Travis while he made his approach. Weakly say, giving a slight cough at the pain his body was going through from just walking. “A valiant effort to say the least.. You must be commended for such bravery. I am a little disappointed, that it has to end this way...I hope you take comfort in knowing when I'm done killing you... your daughter and your friend are next... Orders...are..orders..” He laughed darkly, wincing a little from the pain, while he kept his weapons drawn. He brought his guns, pointing them to Travis. Sarah and Tyler looked on in fear, while they remained sitting there.
Travis was close enough to James now, and the fire was getting steadily worse now. He kicked James in his knee hard, causing James to fall to the ground. He got up, a bit shakily from the gun wound in his knee. With his two guns, the bullet had popped out of his knee and it had begun healing but the wound was a hard one and he wasn't healing normally this time, it was almost as though something was slowing the healing process. James got back up to his feet, with his guns in his hands, Travis did the same and they began circling each other. Evil tone to his voice, breathing heavy. The signs of battle had taken its toll on him, The Commissioner spoke, cracking a dark smile as they circled slowly, preparing for the final dual of an epic confrontation. “Got some fight in you..” James said, spitting out blood, with a sinister smirk on his face, saying darkly to Travis.. “Good.” James shot at Travis, and Travis dodged his bullets. Then Travis returned the fire, and James dodged as well. They ran at each other, James would throw a right hook and then shoot at Travis with his gun. Travis would block the right hook, and dodge the bullet. He would return the favor, however, James would do the same thing. They started fighting at an intense level of speed and force. Each tried to punch or kick the other and each countered the other's moves, while they tried to shoot one another, having dodged the bullets as well.
Travis kicked one of James' guns away from him, as did James and James then kicked Travis hard in his knee that had the gunshot wound in it. It was still just about healed, but the sudden impact from the kick made Travis stumble and fall to one knee losing his momentum and advantage he had in this fight. Travis had gotten to his feet, slowly but he was still standing. As he stood up, James had gotten him in a chokehold. Travis tried to struggle against the hold to break free, but his strength was still strong being the fresher of the two. Sarah and Tyler looked on and were hoping against hope he would break out of the hold. Sarah still had Tyler in her hands, and she had been hitting Tyler's' shoulders roughly, like watching a wrestling match, without realizing it. Tyler had been grunting while she was yelling, “Break the hold! Break the Hold!” Tyler looked on as well, and Commissioner James Wilson laughed hard while he saw him struggle against his grip. Breathing heavily, James increased as much strength as he could against holding Travis, he coughed out some blood but continued the hold.
Laughing a little in pain from his broken ribs, he coughed and grinned darkly at the site of a struggling Travis before him. “You see, justice has been served. You have given me and my Organization Hell!” James shouted punching him hard in his stomach. This made Travis cough, and Sarah and Tyler look away. “You humiliated me!” James yelled hitting him hard in his stomach again, Travis coughed more this time. This time spitting out blood. “You nearly destroyed everything I had worked hard to build!” James angrily said hitting him hard in the throat this time. Travis coughed hard, and his breathing became harder as well. He was still struggling against the intense grip James had on him. His hands were now at his side, hanging there. His breathing had slowed down, and James' choke grew more intense. His head fell forward, and we see his balled fist fall open against his body. James hit him in the stomach once more, and we see the last bit of movement out of Travis' hands stop. His body became still, and his breathing nearly stopped as well. Sarah had calmed down now some, but she had tears forming in her eyes, falling to the floor. She had just gotten her dad back, and she was losing him all over again. Everything in her, made her will him with her statement, she was willing for her dad to gather the strength needed to overcome this evil man. “Dad...fight out of this...” She whispered quietly, as more tears slid down her face slowly. Commissioner James Wilson cocked an evil grin, seeing that he had given up the fight. He laughed darkly and said to him. “Rest in Peace..” He said giving a cocky grin, while he continued having the choke hold on him, the cops were already driving down the road. They could see the flames of the warehouse and they were hurrying as fast as they could. Sarah and Tyler both looked on in fear of what was going to happen. Travis' limp open hand, curls into a balled fist again. He raises his hands to the shock of Commissioner James Wilson and breaks the hold he had on his neck. Coughing hard still stinging from the impact of his choke hold. James tries to throw a punch, but Travis blocks it in his hand. Holding his fist still, he cries in pain having his fist smoke as the ropes did. His fist was burning from Travis lighting it on fire.
Travis didn't light his fist on fire, he was burning it as though you would burn your hand on a hot stove. Travis jumped in the air and drop-kicked James hard to the ground. James flew in the air from the impact of the kick and landed hard on the ground from the impact. His body barely moved from the pain. Travis stumbled against his bad foot, it finally healed but he was getting his strength back in it. He kept hunched over, with his hand holding his ribs. Looking at James' body lying there.. He winced in pain and said darkly. Breathing heavily now, beads of sweat dripped from his head previously, while blood poured out of his body. His wounds were healing, but not as quickly With a deep breath he sighed and looked down, “It's over..” Travis said, turning to Sarah and Tyler giving them a half smile. They returned the smile, and as Travis had been walking to them. Commissioner James Wilson sat up from the attack with his gun in his hands pointing it at Sarah and Tyler. “Dad!” “Travis!” Tyler and Sarah yelled at the same time. He turned around to see James holding the gun at them. He ran with all he could to them, in the direction they were where the gun was being pointed. He skidded across the floor and stumbled to the ground. James grinned darkly and started shooting all the remaining bullets he had in his gun. He stumbled and limped away just as the police arrived at the warehouse. Travis ran in front of the bullets and all 4 bullets hit him in the chest. He turned slowly and started limping to Sarah and Tyler. Sarah shouted with tears in her eyes, watching her dad get shot that way. She ran to him now. “Dad! No!” She cried. He fell to the ground, bleeding from bullet wounds. Fire trucks were on the scene as were police. The flames had begun to go down from the water and the police were running into the warehouse Lewis was among them. Sarah ran to her dad, as he fell and skidded on her knees to his side. Holding him in her arms, with tears in her eyes and trembling fingers she tried to place them on the bullet wounds on his chest. He shrugged her off and smiled in her eyes. Weakly he said to his daughter, looking up at her. Seeing the tears in her eyes, he brought his hand up. It shook against her cheek, while he wiped the tears away.
“Oh, Sarah... I am so proud of you...you were everything...”Travis said coughing hard, while he continued to caress her cheek. Sarah took it in her own hand and held it close while she kept him in her arms. “You were..everything... I could have hoped for... I...love you..” Travis said, smiling, before having his eyes closed for good, giving one final breath for his daughter before slipping into darkness. Tyler had managed to get up from his wound and make his way to the both of them. He knelt down beside her and placed a comforting arm around her. She lowered his head, and his hand fell limp from her hand. She turned and buried her face against Tyler's chest. Crying into it. Sarah continued to sob hard, “It's not fair...” She took in a heavy breath, then turned, and raised his hood over his head. “I just got you back...and...now you're leaving me again..” she sobbed, tears still streaming steadily down her cheeks. Tyler had his arm around her, wiping her tears away. She smiled. “Thank you, I am glad my dad had a good friend in you,” Sarah said to him, covering his face with the mask. The smoke and ash cleared from the warehouse now. There was smoke still hanging around the warehouse but it wasn't as bad. Lewis and Sam came running into the room finding Sarah and a man there. They ran to her and both hugged her. Sam helped Tyler to his feet. Lewis had a concerned tone in his voice and a worried look on his face. “Jesus..” He said looking at the two of them and the chaos around them all of the dead bodies. “Are you two OK? I..I..got here as fast as I..I thought..” He was trying to find the right words to say, but nothing came to mind. He was just relieved to find Sarah in one piece. “Thank you..” He said to Tyler, and Tyler nodded his head to him. Sarah cried and hugged him tight, her head resting against his chest. Lewis wrapped his arms around her and held her just as close, resting his head against her own shoulders. He kissed her forehead gently and wiped her tears away. Sam still had his arm around Tyler, propping him up.
Whispering to Lewis now, “If it wasn't for Tyler.. and...and..” Her voice choked at saying it. “The Reaper...” She indicated to the man lying on the ground. “I'd have been dead.. These men saved my life..” Lewis extended his hand thanking Tyler, as did Sam. Sam leaned down to The Reapers' unmoving body. Placing his fingers against his neck to check his pulse, he looked at both of them and shook his head. He then started to lift the mask to peak knowing who it was already. He wanted Lewis to know, but it was Sarah who placed her hand on his shoulder. She didn't know that he knew it was her father. Sarah whispered to Sam, “Let him have his respect, honor, and privacy.” She turned to face Lewis and Tyler, then back at him. “We at least owe him that...” She said softly wiping a tear from her eye. She knelt low to him. Lewis, Sam, and Tyler all nodded that that was the best idea was for no one to know who he was. She knelt low and placed her hand in his giving it one final squeeze, she whispered in his ear so only he could hear her. Sarah whispered softly to the dead man known as her father, laying out before her. “Thank you....Dad...I love you..” She whispered, kissing him on the forehead. She laid his hand gently on the ground and returned to the others. Lewis, Sam, and Sarah are all standing in the cemetery. Tyler and Ashley are there as well. Ashley has tears in her eyes, as does Sarah. There is an unmarked grave with a Rest In Peace carved into it. A man wearing a leather jacket, a hood, and a mask was being lowered into the open grave now. Sarah knelt down, scooping some dirt in her hand, she released it into the air as the tomb reached its final destination. A gust of wind blew through the area, blowing their jackets and hair slightly while she remained there with her head lowered. No one said anything, they just paid their final respects.
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The Reaper-Epilogue
A battle-worn Commissioner James Wilson enters his office, he sits down hard against his leather chair and takes a gulp of hard whiskey trying to numb the pain in his body. He receives a call. It's the same Mysterious voice that was heard in the beginning of the journey before Travis was killed. A deep sinister voice, demonic and eerie sounding could be heard through the receiver. The tone also drained what little color The Commissioner had left out of his face. “Were you successful?” The Commissioner had a real scared nervous look on his face. His glass of whiskey shook, from being nervous. Anyone who could get the Commissioner that riled up had to be the most vile, sinister being known to the free world of man. He shook, taking a sip, before breathing a little heavily. He regained his composure, straightening his tie up a little he cleared his throat and spoke calmly. “I accomplished what my mission was, yes..” The Commissioner added, still a little uncomfortable by the whole conversation. On the other side of the conversation, there could be seen a sinister smile on a mysterious face. It was the face of the mysterious voice, it was the same mysterious voice that had been orchestrating this entire series of events. Leading the Organization, killing Travis..Everything.
A shadow figure looks at himself in the mirror and slowly walks into the light. He looks back at himself and smiles, a knock on the door happens and the door opens as well. “We're almost ready for your interrogation Captain Myers..” The cop said. With the phone in hand still, Lewis turned to the cop and nodded slowly. The cop understood and left the room, Lewis returned to the phone now and gave a twisted smile on his face. “It's begun..” Lewis said, using the same toned voice of dark pure evil he's been using throughout the entire time.
Hours later, a cemetery can be seen in the background. In the background of this cemetery are graves, the air around the grounds gives an eerie feel to it. Low sounds of thunder could be heard, followed by flashes of lightning. Lighting up the dark skies of an evening coming to pass. There is a lone grave upon the hill of the cemetery. This grave happens to have been the grave where Travis was buried as The Reaper. The thunder and lightning continued to grow more intense and fierce, when all of a sudden, the ground cracked apart slowly, and a gloved hand shot through the mounds of dirt covering the grave. As the hand shoots up from the grave, the last intensely loud clap of thunder booms through the area, while the Sun, makes its final setting against the dark sky, giving the precursor, that the final hour has begun.
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10/30/2023 10:13 PM
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The Reaper Final Chapter- Ending Part 1
The Reaper- Final Chapter- Ending- Written by Brandon Marko A.K.A. Wade Wilson DPA-NWO-RIPD-TVA-MWA- The Reaper- Conclusion Sam had been out on patrol with his partner now, he was coming up to an abandoned warehouse, or at least it looked to be abandoned. Sam hated these jobs, always something bad seemed to happen when walking into these situations. No line of site, Sam couldn't tell if it had people in it or not. Sam let out a paranoid uncomfortable sigh, looking back at the house. Speaking through the radio now, “Captain.. we have a possible break-in, in the warehouse district, warehouse 11 to be exact. Me and Jones are going to check it out..Will keep in contact with you over..” Sam said through the radio. The radio cracked a little to hear Lewis' response to Sam. “Understood Sergeant, keep me updated on the situation. Units 12 and 10 are standing by over..” Lewis said to him. Sam continued to drive while his partner sat there and Sam nodded as they pulled the squad car in. He noticed other squad cars parked in the lot near them. He looked at Jones.. Sam whispered in his radio again, “Captain, I am seeing suspicious activity already... I have 4 squad cars parked in the warehouse.. Unit number, 25. 9..30..and 2... All parked here... Awaiting for orders...” It took some time, Sam could tell that this news had disturbed him. A loud sigh happened in the background. This information had worn on him. Irritation and agitation in his voice when Lewis answered Sam, “On our way... Proceed with caution.. Don't try and be a hero in there..Understand? Check it out, but don't move on them until we are there.. over..” Lewis said, and Sam nodded his head while loading his gun. Whispering quietly he spoke, “Going into silent running...” Sam said switching his radio off, while he looked at Jones's face and Jones nodded. “We have to see what's going on in there.. It could be bad, and we don't want Cap. And the others walking into a trap.. Let's move in be quiet about it..” Sam said to him getting out of the car. Jones nodded his head, getting out of the car. He moved behind Sam and they started sneaking their way into the warehouse. They heard noises and Sam peered over some crates and boxes. Just as he feared they were all cops, most were undercover. He knew who they were though, he had seen them move around the station. He looked over and saw the two who had been in charge. He shook his head. A quiet tone took over his voice while Sam spoke again. He was looking at the cops loading and unloading the crates. Sam whispered quietly, we need to double back and call Cap..” Sam was about to finish what he was going to say when he had a knock-out blow against his head. Causing him to fall against the ground, grunting as he fell. It seemed like a few moments later when Sam came to. He tried to move, but he felt his hands tied behind him. He was still a little dizzy, the voices were coming off as an echo. He could hear he was coming to.. And, glad to see you're with us...
He felt a slap across his face and he woke suddenly. Seeing the cops there laughing at him, and surrounding him. He struggled to break free and grunted hard after being punched in the stomach hard by one of them. He coughed up blood, having another rough him up some more. The two in charge were a Lt. And another Sergeant on the force. He had a shocked look on his face... He coughed a little and spoke, but was interrupted by another slap across his face. James Henderson leaned in and let an amusing smirk appear across his face. He was Lt. Of the precinct, he was underneath the Cap. He couldn't believe he was involved in this... It was Lt. James Henderson, who spoke this time. Calm in his voice, mixed with a little cocky aggression as well. “Welcome back to Earth.. I hope the boys haven't roughed you up too badly...” He said with an amusing grin on his face, checking him out to see if he was OK like he cared. Sam coughed hard, from the abuse he had already gone through. He gave him a defiant smirk. Sam was weary from being beaten and tired from fighting to use all his energy to stay away. He spoke with a groggy voice at them, “Well..The hospitality around here has been deplorable, I must say your staff could learn a thing or two in the manners department...” He chuckled, coughing a little as he laughed. Spitting out blood as he was hit again hard, and spat out more blood. He coughed and groaned from the pain. Lt. James Henderson laughed at that and leaned in. A cocky grin on his features while he grabbed Sam by the hair and roughly slapped him across the face. “ That's them being gentle. Had we not been here.. well.. I can't say what they'd really do to you..” he chuckled once more and released his hold on Sam, before patronizingly patting his head and standing up, walking back almost giving a skip to him. His hands were cuffed, yet what they didn't know was Sam was picking them right now. Just he was being very careful about it. There were 6 cops plus the 2 standing there. He looked around his vision was slightly blurred, but it was correcting itself now. Sam had a somewhat weakened voice in his tone when he spoke to them. “What...Wha...what...happened to Jones?” Sam asked still weak and a bit groggy. From the attacks, he was getting his strength back it was slowly. He was buying time. He looked and saw Jones was sitting there cuffed as well, not but a couple of inches away from him. He saw that barrels and other things were hanging over the men. He was calculating how he could get the distraction. He continued picking his lock, he saw the cop nearest him had the keys. He saw Jones stir and look at Sam, Sam gave him a subtle wink and Jones gave him a nod as well. Sam coughed on some more blood, before continuing to speak. “Why are you doing this to us? What is there to gain from this?” His voice was still a bit shaky, but now he was acting like he was hurt, the cuffs just about to be picked. Henderson and Landon both looked on at him and laughed hard at that statement. The others chuckled as well.. In a Twisted tone to his voice, Landon spoke this time with a grin on his face, “Don't take it personally my boy. We actually really liked you. We have tried persuading the boss numerous times to recruit you.. He said you wouldn't cross over to our side. You were too pure of heart to turn evil.. So, we had been ordered to take you out.” “You were getting too close to our operations anyways, and so we had set this little trap up for you. I think it went perfectly...” He chuckled amusingly. “ Don't you?” He asked with his hands crossed..The other men looked on chuckling and laughing with smirks on their faces as well. Sam smirked as well.. Looking at all of them tense and ready for an attack. Sam had a cocky grin on his face, while he gave his own chuckle and looked at Jones still sitting there. “Well..that's what I needed to hear..” Sam grinned looking at them. He brought his hands out to them, showing the picked cuff against his wrists, and grinned. “Surprise...” Sam said in a cocky tone, with a smirk on his face. Anger in his voice now, Lt. James Henderson yelled angrily, “Get that son of a bitch!” He shouted harshly in the air, Sam rolled backward from the chair he was sitting into his feet. He grabbed the chair, swung it hard he hit the cop near him having the chair break. The cops were starting to shoot at him. Sam continued dodging oncoming bullets.
The chair had broken and the cop had fallen to the ground. Sam rolled taking the cop's gun and yanking the key off his belt in the same process. He shot another cop in the head, having him fall to the ground. He started returning fire to them having them duck back behind the crates. He brought his gun and shot several times at the ropes holding the crates and barrels above them fell and crashed on most of them. Having them all fall to the ground. He ran getting another gun, he dove to his friend Jones and tossed him the cuffs covering him with both guns pointing at the group. They were still recovering from the barrel attack. He turned to see Jones was stirring a little, and he was working the keys to his cuffs. Antsy tone to his voice, while he gazed back at everyone holding a gun at them, then turning back to Jones.. “Come on man.. I don't know how much longer we'll have before they recover...” He nervously said. Jones gets up behind him, and Sam sees this as well. He grins and hands Jones a fully loaded gun. Sam said with a grinning smirk on his face, keeping the gun holding out while he remained hunched down in front of Jones. “Great to see you alive my friend with your help..We can get out of.”.Sam was interrupted when he heard the gun barrel clicking to load, and he turned around seeing Jones pointing the gun at him. “Here...” Sam had a shocked look on his face, surprised as well. Jones has a sadistic twisted grin on his face while he kept the gun barrel pointed at him. Sam had a look on his face. It was like a how could you do this to me look. The other 4 cops plus Lt. James Henderson and Landon were laughing as they recovered from the attack. The one cop who had been knocked out from the chair attack recovered as well and returned to formation with the other cops. He looked behind him and sighed seeing Jones grin. He heard the others laugh at him. Lt. James Henderson and Landon dust themselves off as if nothing has happened. And merely walked over back to where Sam had been standing. They clapped their hands together. Giving a mock applause to him. Landon had a cocky tone in his voice, laughing at the site of seeing Jones holding the gun at Sam's back. “I must say... bravo my boy.. You have a lot more spirit and fire in you..More than I give you credit for. You certainly surprised us.. You would have been a great addition to the organization. I'm sure the boss will reconsider your execution.. Your skills would come in quite valuable indeed.” Landon said chuckling amusingly to him, while his men recovered from the attack to go back to the guard at him. Sam had been breathing heavily from the attack and the rescue attempt. He stood up and spat at the ground on their offer. Jones walked towards them and joined the formation now. They all loaded their weapons and took aim at him. Sam had looked on at them, he only had two shots left in his gun anyway. He tossed his gun to the sides and clenched his hands tightly. ”Ready... Gents, for the time has come to end such things. Of course, such pleasures, of the final act.. The curtain has closed on you, my boy..” Lt. James Henderson said darkly, giving another chuckle while the guns began loading and the people taking aim as well. “aim..” The guns are pointed at Sam now and Sam takes another deep breath, preparing for the end. All of a sudden, a motorcycle engine gives a loud roaring echo in the background. The motorcycle and Travis fly through the glass of the warehouse breaking it. The men look at him and start firing their guns at him. The motorcycle crashes into the boxes and crates that were holding all kinds of drugs and weapons behind them causing a huge explosion. It sent the men and Sam flying away from the crates off in the opposite direction. Travis landed on the warehouse floor with ease. He landed on one knee producing a crack in the floor of the warehouse. The men who hadn't fallen completely over started firing at him. He brought his two glocks out and started returning fire. Hitting two cops, killing them with ease. He then turned and shoved Sam to the ground, bullets flew past him, and where he had been standing he saw Travis. He had a look of fear, terror, and surprise in his look. He then saw Travis turn around once more. His movements were so graceful, it was as though everything around him had been moving in slow motion. He saw the men make their moves before they even made them. He was seeing Travis get hit by the bullets yet he remained. He saw the pain on his face, yet he continued shooting. The explosions caused a warehouse fire, and more crates started to explode as well. He managed to kill 2 more cops leaving one alive, plus Jones Landon, and Henderson. He grabbed Sam and yanked him to his feet. A dark tone in his voice as he spoke to Sam, without looking at him, speaking to him he said, “Time to leave..” Grabbing Sam, the two men ran out of the warehouse.. Dodging falling pillars and other debris left and right. The cop that hadn't died had gotten caught in the explosion. Henderson, Landon, and Jones had all run out following the two. Travis had run across one of the cars parked, it was a black 69 Impala. He looked for the keys and saw they were in the ignition and he kicked the door open. It was Henderson and Landon's' undercover car. He peeled out of the parking lot, and into the highway. He looked in the mirror, as they wove in and out of traffic. A dark quiet tone to Travis' voice crept through the car while they drove down the road. “Are they following us?” Travis asked weaving the black car in and out of traffic barely missing it. “Um..” Sam looked on behind him and ducked having some bullets fly past them hitting the dash. Sam shook his head.. Panic in his voice now, before ducking inside of the car. Panting a little, he spoke. “Uh.. that would be a yeah..” Sam said shakily. Travis looked at him, then kept his concentration on the road. Dodging more traffic while trying to get away from them. Travis looked on and saw Jones driving. Henderson and Landon were shooting at them. He brought his gun out and started returning fire as he drove. They ducked back in the window and returned fire. He continued exchanging fire. He was trying to aim for the tires, but they kept swerving in and out of traffic, dodging. They were using cars as shields. Travis tried to get another shot, but couldn't get a good clean shot.. In a dark-toned voice, Travis spoke, “Here..” He said, tossing Sam a fully loaded Glock he had been concealing. Sam took it and pulled the trigger back, loading it into position. “Try not to miss..” Travis said while dodging more traffic and cars. Sam looked out through the window and back at him, “Easier said than done..” Sam said, taking in a deep breath to return fire while Travis dodged some more incoming cars. The traffic was getting heavier now, and the bullets were coming more increased with their intensity. He dodged some more traffic, Sam nodded and started returning fire at them. He managed to put a shot near the gas tank, but it didn't go through the gas tank. He continued shooting. Travis weaved out of some traffic and noticed a bunch of squad cars heading in the opposite direction. They saw the squad car chasing the black Impala with its lights on and a distance away later they pulled to a halt and turned around. Continuing the drive along the roadway, Travis turned to Sam and gave Sam a nod, tossing him the radio. Sam knew what to do. In a panicked tone to his voice, Sam spoke through the radio. Dodging oncoming enemy fire, having bullets hit off the paint of the car, barely missing him. “This is Sergeant Samuel Anderson, being chased by rogue officers in a squad car. Friendlies in black Impala.. I repeat do not fire at the Impala..!” Sam shouted on the radio, having more bullets bounce off the car and other cars in the nearby area. Captain Lewis Myers heard Sam on the radio and nodded to his fellow officers. “That's right...A direct order from your Captain.. No one's to fire on the Impala!! Anyone who does will have to answer to me!” Captain Lewis Myers shouted into all receiving radios. “Sam you haul ass as best you can, don't let those sons of bitches get you, understand?” Lewis said as the squad cars started gaining momentum in the same direction the others were going trying to catch up. Travis continued firing out the window when Sam heard him and laughed. Shouting in a cheer. “Yes Sir! Will do our best...over and..” Sam was about to say “Out..” When the radio had been shot out of his hand and he looked at Travis shrugging meekly to him. Travis continued swerving in and out of traffic he was coming up to an alleyway. He drifted the Impala into the turn and tore down the alleyway. He looked back at them and then looked on seeing that it was a dead end.. “Damn..Wrong way..” Travis said in a dark voice. Sam panicked once more, squeaky in his voice while they drove. “What do you mean wrong turn?!” Sam shouted, getting a sick look on his face, Travis sped the Impala faster.. “Maybe, If I time this just...right..yes..!” Travis shouted, squealing the tires in their acceleration,“Time what right? Wait! What are you.!?” Sam shouted, in a panicked voice. Travis started shooting holes in the windshield of the car. There was a roadblock aways away from the wall. They were doing construction on the pathway, they were going to tear the wall down because the buildings were out of use to make more room for the highway and access roads. He saw they were gaining on him fast. He undid his seat belt and Sam did the same. “Out of Road!” Sam shouted loudly, getting up in his seat, and preparing for the impact. Screaming at the top of his lungs, The Impala hit the roadblock giving some resistance to the car, but not enough to stop the momentum the car was going to have to crash into the alleyway wall. The impact the car had against the roadblock sent the two flying out through the windshield. Sam had been screaming holy sh*t!! As they flew through the air. It all happened in slow motion. The car hit, and they were in flight. Travis grabbed Sam in mid-air and managed to get on top of him. They continued to fly in slow motion as did the car. Travis landed on the ground with Sam on top of him, skidding in real time now. Travis had taken more of the impact, that's why he used himself as a shield to absorb the impact of the fall. He rolled over on Sam and as soon as he did the Impala soared over the two. The other squad car had missed the roadblock but ran over Travis and Sam. They didn't see the wall until it was too late, and when the Impala exploded the wall of flames shot out all around them. Engulfing Henderson, Landon, and Jones in a wall of flame having both cars explode from the impact. Sam hadn't stopped screaming since then and he saw the burnt charred body of Travis on top of him. Almost lying lifeless on top of him. He rolled Travis off him, and he had been shaking from the entire scene. He looked on, and with a trembling hand, he reached out to see if Travis was still alive. He heard Travis moan, and Sam retracted his hand in a response that was just a natural reflection in terror. Sam's voice continued to shake while he remained in Travis' arms. “What...The f***..Happened?” Sam asked shaking.. “How in the.. What in the?..How in the Hell...?” Sam asked, seeing Travis get up into a sitting position now. His leather had survived for the most part of the impact, however his hood had been burned off as had parts of his hair. Sam looked on in fear. Travis cracked his back, slowly and stood up stumbling a bit laughing darkly at what had just happened. It was more of a relief laugh than anything, seeing Sam's scared look on his face made him grin. His mask was still intact enough to hide his identity.. Travis coughed a little, in his dark-toned voice he looked at Sam, still shaking from what happened. “Fun Huh?”Travis formed a grin, before coughing hard once again, he winced and stumbled hard nearly falling to the ground. Sam caught him before he fell and Travis sat down on the ground hard. Sam still continued to breathe heavily from the pain of the impact the accident yielded. “Warn a guy next time...How in the.. how did you know you'd even survive that?” Sam asked Travis, and Travis cracked his body while standing on a vertical base once more. He was still in a state of shock, but he wasn't really scared anymore. He was more or less amazed as to what he had just witnessed. Travis winced and cracked all of his muscles at once again. Seeing they had been healing, he stood shakily up to his feet. His legs healing themselves now he stood his ground firmly hearing the sirens off in the background he looked on and saw a fire escape was low enough to climb on and make his escape. Darkly saying Travis spoke clearly once more, taking in a deep sighing breath. “I didn't... Take care of yourself Sam.. Saving you was the most important part of this evening...” Travis said darkly and took off running to the fire escape. He leaped on it and started climbing..Sam heard what he said and found it weird when he said it like that. He ran after Travis after he pulled the fire escape up so he couldn't follow. “What do you mean,? the most important thing is my safety!! Who in the Hell are you!?” He asked shouting. Sam already knew he was The Reaper. He had seen him enough to know that. He wanted to know why his life was so important. Sam didn't notice this, but the burnt corpses in the cars had blue lights emerging from them. The souls from their bodies had emerged regardless of Travis' doing or not. They were drawn to Travis' presence. Once he had defeated a soul, the soul would follow him until he absorbed it. As he continued running he felt the souls enter him, from the warehouse and the cars. He didn't need to ask how they were doing it, he felt natural having this happen to him now. He continued leaping across buildings. By the time Captain Lewis and the other force members arrived on the scene, he had been long gone. The warehouse had destroyed his bike, they couldn't make any I.D. On him that way. He left no D.N.A. Or anything while he was there, he was like a ghost and he moved like one through the city. It seemed like hours before he finally made his way home and snuck in through the window. He didn't want to wake everyone, he looked himself in the mirror and sighed. Kicking off his boots, he fell onto the bed. Before he did that he took out his list and smiled darkly. He crossed off Henderson and Landon on his list and looked on, smiling darkly seeing one left... Travis had a normal look, a dark one while he spoke in his normal voice now. A bit weary from the battle still while he spoke and grinned, “One left..” Travis said and fell onto the bed. Drifting off to sleep. He had been sleeping through the night. He was exhausted from the battle. He kept having flashes of the fight he had with those guys in the warehouse yesterday. He was feeling the power radiating from his body. He continued to sleep when he had started having other dreams. The dreams and they are a little more darker now. They were of a dark place, full of fire and he saw random creatures rise from the depths of this world. He saw a lone figure at the head of these creatures. Wearing some kind of armor with a sadistic smile on his face. A voice can be heard and Travis only sees the legs of the voice. It's Charles, by the way, he looks. He still looks like he did from the first meeting they had. There's also a voice, it's evil, however, Travis doesn't know this is him. He just knows it's him. And a shadow of a figure next to him, indicating he is speaking to someone. In a hushed whisper, Charles spoke quietly in an almost hushed whisper. “Things are coming along nicely, don't you think?” A figure's head nods slowly while he continues speaking.” He's tapping into his power quicker than even I had anticipated. I think...well, should we?” Charles was trying to get answers out of her, but it wasn't going well. They continued to talk quietly, almost as though as they were trying to avoid being seen by someone. They both turned to see who had been watching him, and it was almost like they could see who was watching the two talk. When they saw him, he woke up suddenly with sweat beating off his brow.
He had been breathing heavily from the dream he was having, and he looked at his clock. It had gone off and he sighed, hitting the clock hard. He rolled over his bed and looked up at the ceiling. Travis sighed and ran his hands over his face, shaking in his voice. He was still a bit groggy from signs of being asleep, while he yawned and opened his eyes. He groaned slowly and wiped his hands over his face once more. He went to the mirror and looked at it, he rubbed his eyes. “What's happening to me” He asked himself. The morning had come, and Sam was seen sitting at the breakfast table with Sarah and everyone else. Lewis was there as well. It had been a day off for Sam so he decided he'd spend it with Sarah. They were laughing and carrying on, watching the boys play with Lewis at the table. Even Trish had been smiling at the nonsense that had been going on. Sam had been lost in thought, with his coffee cup still in his hands. He was still feeling the effects of the warehouse incident that occurred yesterday. He wasn't hurt, he just had a lot on his mind. He removed his hand from Sarah's'. She gave him an Are you OK look. He returned the look and took his cup. Walking outside, she gave Lewis a look and he understood what that look meant. He went outside as well, with his own cup, and placed his hand on Sam's shoulders. Lewis had a quiet almost comforting tone to his voice, taking a sip of coffee he spoke to Sam. “Something on your mind Sam?” Lewis asked, taking another sip of coffee, before returning his gaze back to Sam. Sam knew why he had come outside. Sarah was concerned about him, and he was concerned as well. He wasn't concerned, he just had a lot on his mind. Sam sighed a little, before speaking, he had rubbed his eyes and took a sip of coffee as well. “It's just this Cap..You have to admit that things around here are getting a lot more crazier ever since that Reaper guy showed up. We haven't had this many problems in a long time.. It's always been bad, but lately, it seems like things have just spiraled out of control.” Sam said taking another sip of coffee and remained leaning against the bar. Lewis had been thinking about what Sam had been saying and he too couldn't help but agree with him. Lewis gave his own sigh as well before returning the reply thinking carefully about his answer. “It is true, it does seem like a lot more people...Have gotten a little more bolder in their attempts to cause these crimes.. It's been wearing on me, as I'm sure it has been you...” “Especially, you..with all that's happened to you.”Lewis said to him, and Sam nodded his head in agreement to that, taking a sip of coffee, before looking out over the yard. Sam said quietly to him, “I just..” Sam sighed softly to him. “I don't know why these things are happening to me.. I haven't had an attack or anything bad happen to me my entire time on the force.” “I've come near death twice, and each time that Reaper guy has been involved with each of them. Don't get me wrong, I am grateful he was there.” Sam said and took another sip of coffee, letting the empty cup hang over the railing now. Lewis nodded his head and then, poured the rest of his cup onto the bushes that were against the railing. Lewis nodded and returned his reply. “You are just wondering why these things have happened to you. Sarah was like that as well when those thugs tried to rob you two. I know she would be really sad if something happened to you, and I'm very grateful that he was there to help you.” Lewis said, giving a reassuring smile. Sam nodded his head and looked out over the neighborhood, slowly wondering why he was there anyway. He looked back at Lewis and nodded his head as well. Sam spoke quietly, “I just..don't understand..Why me..” he let his voice trail off once more before taking a deep sigh once more. Sam looked at his cup and then looked on again thinking. He sighed once again and then smiled once again. Sam cracked a small smile, while he continued to speak. “I guess you're right... I mean, I am still alive and that's what's important. We're going to Travis' grave today.. Sarah thinks she saw something there, I don't know what she saw.. But, I want to go with her..” Sam said, quietly to him and this seemed to intrigue Lewis some while he looked on at Sam. In a normal-toned voice, he looked on. “What are you saying? She..Sarah I mean.. Saw Travis there?” Lewis asked, getting a weird look on his face, before looking at Sam, who also gave him a weird look. Lewis's look was based on somewhere else, not the fact that Sarah thought she saw ghosts. Lewis looked on and smiled, continuing to speak, “Well..It's not uncommon for people who have lost someone to still feel the presence of them near. I often feel like Travis is near us, and every day I look at the twins I see him in them. It's really hard, and I know it affected Trish and Sarah in different ways.” “I think it affects her more now that she's older and more aware of what happened. That's why she needs you there, to comfort her. She needs guys like you to be in her life, and I'm very proud of you being a part of her life..” Lewis said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder giving him a smile on his face. Sam nodded and smiled, he brought his hand in his pocket and smiled. They had been going out for 2 to 3 years now. Sam saw Sarah come out and she smiled, at the both of them. He smiled at her and gave her a hug and kiss on her lips. Sam smiled into her eyes, “You look so beautiful today..” Sam said, kissing her deeply, she smiled and kissed him back as well. “Well..You look beautiful every day...But, especially beautiful today.” Sam added with a grin and she laughed as well. Lewis shook his head. Out of the corner of his lips, he spoke quietly, “Smooth Casanova.. You two be careful now OK.. a lot of weirdos out there..”Lewis said to them, getting up, he stretched and went into the house. Sam smiled and still held Sarah in his arms. He gave her a deep kiss and smiled, taking her hand in his own. They walked to his car, and they took off down the road to the cemetery. They had been riding together and the music was playing in the background. Sarah smiled to him, while she had his hand in her own. Sarah had some excitement in her voice when she spoke, sitting in the passenger seat alongside them while they drove to the site. “I...I know you think this is strange, taking me to spend time with my father. But, I'm glad you're here with me, Dad..Well..” Sarah paused and looked out the window sighing a little at the thought, before . She looked at him with a smile on her face as well. “He'd have really liked you.. you two would have gotten along great.” Sarah said cracking a smile at him, Sam cracked his own smile back to her. They continued the ride along to the cemetery down the road while he smiled and stared at her again. “I know why you do it...I often think about my parents as well, it..must be hard for you.. I can only imagine how hard it is for you...” Sam said while they continued driving along the road. Sarah thought about what he said and she smiled softly. Running her hands over the locket she had of her and her dad when she was younger. She smiled and looked at him. “It is hard.. But, then again..” Sarah reached for Sam's' hand, and he took it while he smiled at her. “It's gotten better since I found you,” Sarah said to him, while they continued down the road together to the cemetery. A mysterious figure is seen in the shadows. The phone rings and only a glimpse of his mouth can be seen. Barely, his voice is masked as well. The phone rings again, this time he picks it up. “They are arriving at their destination on time....? I see...Perfect..Make it happen..” The Mysterious voice said darkly into the receiver. The voice then hangs up the phone and Alexandra gives an evil smile as the phone goes back to the receiver. All of a sudden, Travis gets an intense vision, of seeing two people being attacked. It was in a cemetery it was a young woman and man. They were being kidnapped by these men, Travis saw who it was who had them and he shook. Seeing, the man in charge of the kidnapping. He then saw who it was..He woke up suddenly from the vision.. “Sarah!” Travis shouted, suiting up quickly he grabbed the keys and took Tyler's truck, and tore out of the driveway. His gloved hands clenched the wheel tightly. His eyes narrowed while he continued driving down the road. Weaving in and own of traffic, hoping he wasn't too late. “I won't lose you..not again..” Travis said angrily, his voice dark and demonic. His eyes, narrowed in concentration while he tore down the road, hurrying to the location where Sam and Sarah were...Sarah and Sam had been walking along the road of the cemetery. Tyler usually worked that day, but he was spending time with his grandson and there was another caretaker there. What they didn't know, was this guy was working for the Organization, and when he saw their car pull through the gate, he radioed that they were coming and to take their positions. Sarah and Sam continue making their way to the grave where her father was buried and stop the car. They get out and make their way to the headstone. Sarah knelt down and placed some roses on the grave and smiled softly whispering. Sarah said in a quiet voice, looking down she spoke. “Dad..I just wanted to say, I love and miss you very much. The twins are doing really well.. Travis and Chris all have their little girlfriends running around them all the time, and well it's just the cutest thing to watch. Mom.” She swallowed hard, a tear ran down her cheek. “Mom's doing well, Lewis is..taking care of her.. She misses you...” Sarah placed her hand on the headstone and closed her eyes. “I...Miss you.” She sighed deeply, placing her hand on the tombstone top, and looked down. Sam went to comfort her, and she opened her eyes. Smiling she stepped back and held Sam's hand. Leading him to the foot of the grave, where he was buried she smiled and said softly. Sarah continued quietly to him, “Dad.. This is..well..this is Sam, my boyfriend.. I know you've been wanting to meet him. So, I thought and felt that it was time for the two of you to meet. You see, he's a very special man in my life and I felt it only right the two of you met.” Sarah said, kissing Sam's cheek before leaving his side. Sam knelt down to one knee and he smiled, reading Travis' name on the headstone. He looked at Sarah and then smiled once again. Sam spoke quietly to him, “Sir..It's an honor finally meeting you... I.. well..your daughter, talks about you all the time, and from what Trish has said..I feel like I know you already.. I love your daughter very much. And well.. I wanted to do this with you here...” Sam said quietly, he turned around and looked at her smiling. Taking her hand in his own, Sarah had a confused look about her. She was about to ask him what he was doing when she saw him bring out a velvet box. He saw her smile broaden more, and tears started running down her face. He took her left hand in his and opened the box, revealing the ring to her. Pride in his voice, while Sam began to speak to her. A happy tone added to it as well, “I know it seems a little unorthodox..doing it this way..but something in me, said that you would have preferred this more than a traditional method..” Sam said, smiling at Sarah, she returned the smile as well. “Sarah Miles..I love you..more than anything in the world...Nothing would make me happier than you being my wife... Will you marry me?” Sam asked, opening the box before her. He never broke eye contact with her, while he gazed into her eyes softly with another smile on his face. Sarah smiled back, nearly crying out loud to him. Tears began to form in her eyes while she looked down at him, a smile widened her features once more, seeing Sam place the ring on her finger, and she nodded her head yes. “Yes..Sam..I will marry you...” She smiled warmly to him, before leaning down to kiss him deeply. It made him smile in return, he slid the ring on her finger and got up from his kneeling position. He kissed her passionately, while she did the same returning the kiss. A small gust of wind blew through the cemetery, blowing their hair and jackets while they remained in each others' arms. They were trying to enjoy their moment, when all of a sudden they heard clapping off in the distance. Sam and Sarah both looked around and saw a couple of men approaching them. Both had evil looks, while they approached them. Sam got in front of Sarah to protect her. He then saw two more men approach them, and two more men all from every corner of the cemetery. Cutting off their escape route.. Sam looked at Sarah, and she had a scared look on her face. The men continued clapping their hands, while they stopped. An evil laugh escaped the man's voice with a grin on his voice James Wilson spoke to them. “What a picture-perfect moment..” He turned to his friends. “Ain't that right gentlemen!” He shouted and they laughed murmuring with their agreeing to him. Sam continued to stand in between, trying to protect Sarah, his eyes narrowed in focus until he had a shocked look on his face. “No..it can't be.. you're..your..the..Commissioner? Commissioner..Wilson? No..” Sam added, having an almost sickening realization of what was transpiring at that particular moment Commissioner James Wilson looked around at his friends, and he cracked an evil twisted smile. Giving both of them a mock bow, as if he were bowing to an audience. An Evil tone happened to his voice, sounding a bit twisted, almost a gleeful expression in his voice. “The one and only..” Commissioner James Wilson said, before adding with another grin on his face. “I must admit Sam, you are not as dumb as our boss gives takes you for.. I will have to agree with what the late Lt. Said about your intelligence.. It's really quite a shame that you won't join us..” He added, with another intense smirk on his face. While he had the men circle Sam and Sarah like they were prey. Sam had been trying to keep in between himself and Sarah, but there were more men than the two of them. Anger in his voice now, while Sam looked cautiously on at all the men, prepared for an attack. He clenched his fist tightly and looked on, “My family...Lewis...Trusted you... why would you do this? All those times you saved his life, all the times he saved you... why?” Sam asked angrily, still in a disbelieving tone of what just happened. Commissioner James Wilson had been circling the two of them as well. They were following his movements, as they kept spinning slowly. Making sure they didn't get the drop on them. They looked on while he stopped, this made his men stop as well, and kept a pretty closed in circle around the three of them. Commissioner James Wilson placed his finger on his chin and laughed a bit insanely at the two of them. Commissioner James Wilson had a cocky swagger to his tone, it showed in his movements and when he spoke it had the same cocky behavior it had last time. “He wants to know why. Do you want to know why? He wants to know why gentlemen..” He added cheerfully clasping his hands together, hearing his men chuckling again at that question. Shaking his head, “Oh My dear boy.. It is just business. You see the boss doesn't like good cops in his city, it's bad for business.. You see if a cop stands up to him, then other people will too. Gang leaders that he controls will be a bit more braver and well, we can't have that now, can we? The Commissioner asked, chuckling lightly. The men preparing themselves for the attack, but Sam and Sarah don't know they are getting ready. Sam continued to look on at Commissioner James Wilson with disgust in his face. Defiance in Sam's' voice now, anger once more as well. “You won't get away with this.. this is murder!” Sam shouted at them all. James started shaking suddenly, acting like he was scared. His hands were over his chin, and he was hunched over while the other men began laughing a this statement. Mocking Sam for what he was, in his usual twisted tone of voice James spoke to him. Leaning in close, he whispered darkly to them, “This ain't murder..kid....It's a message..” Jams darkly said to them both. “Sarah! Run!” Sam shouted to her. Sam lunged at James to him. Two men out of the group advanced on the two of them. Sarah brought her taser out and shot one of them in the chest having it go off. The guy fell to the ground his body shaking from the sudden shock that the electricity was giving off. Sam spun and kicked another guy, causing him to fall to the ground. They all leaped on them at once, they all charged the both of them. Sarah was doing her best, trying to fight her way out of the massive circle of men as was Sam. They were holding their own pretty well, which surprised James. However, the men were too much in number and soon they overwhelmed the two of them. They were holding a struggling fighting Sam, while they punched him hard in his chest. Sam coughed hard, and Sam could hear Sarah screaming his name over and over while they were taking her to the van. She was still struggling to get free, having kicked and clawed a few more men. Making it very hard for them to take her. Sam looked on at her, through blurred vision and was kicked in the stomach again. This time he fell to his knees and coughed out blood this time. He tried to reach out to her, but all he could see was blurred forms taking her into the van. The van closed the door and it took off. He hung his head, his breathing was heavy from the fight and the repeated kicks to his ribs. When Commissioner James Wilson walked up to him and patted him on the shoulders. Chuckling lightly, James had a darkness to his voice that added an extra eerie persona to his character, before patting Sam lightly on the head. He leaned in close almost like he was casually leaning against the wall before speaking, “Don't worry my dear boy.. We won't be killing her...At least, not right now anyways... You see, she's a message, for him..” James said, releasing the locket he placing it in Sam's shirt pocket. Sam tried to focus where he was, but the hard kicks had left him so disorientated that the entire cemetery had been spinning. He coughed and took a deep breath, barely managing to call out her name. Pain in his voice now, Sam tried calling her name out.. “Sara-” Sam was about to finish when he received a harsh kick to the back of his head. Sam fell backward against the hard Earth before him, Commissioner James Wilson laughed and skipped to his unconscious body. He knelt down, checked his pulse and smiled, taking out his cell he flipped it open. A happy casual tone occurred in his voice while speaking through the receiver this time, “Yeah, Wilson here.. It's done.. The package will arrive to you shortly..” James said and knelt down to give an evil smirk, whispering to Sam's ear. “Sleep tight..”Travis saw the cemetery in view when he pulled into the drive, he saw a man lying there in the distance. His heart sank, when he saw the man lying there. He continued his drive and he whispered. “No..”Travis said darkly.. He stopped the truck, got out, and ran to the grave where the guy was lying there. He had been suffering from a knockout punch. He knelt down below, a cool gust of wind blew through the air and it blew his trench coat. He narrowed his eyes and looked through the rest of the cemetery making sure he wasn't being watched. He always had that paranoid feeling about him. He placed his hand on the young man's neck, he stirred slowly giving a soft moan. Sam woke up, seeing Travis standing there made his body jolt in fear, when Travis brought a hand out to comfort him,. A deep darkness covered Travis' voice when trying to comfort Sam. “It's over..Relax...What happened here?” He asked him, helping Sam into a sitting position. Sam coughed a little rubbing his head, he had his hand on his head and he was looking around, sighing softly he hit the ground in frustration. Weakly saying, “They came, and attacked us. They...” Sam sighed, and coughed, grunting a little. “they took her..” Sam slammed his fist against the ground in anger once more, nearly breaking his own hand. He then saw the reaction on Travis' face, he looked in his eyes and he saw how his body had been when he said that. He sighed and looked up at him... He had a look on his face as if he had just come to a realization as to who he really was. The look on his face said it all. He said quietly. Quietly, Sam with a shocked tone to his voice spoke, “Oh my god..” Sam groaned and sat up more against the grave. “You're her father....aren't you...?” Travis continued looking down at him, the wind blew through his hair and trench coat slowly. His eyes narrowed, they were red and they slowly transformed back to blue. He brought his hand out slowly and removed the mask from his face. He gave him a dark smile and knelt down to him. Sam still had a weird look on his face, he couldn't decide if he was surprised, shocked, or scared. He seemed more impressed or amazed. “I heard what you said, to me today, and I must say.. You are doing a good job, regardless of what's happened, I am proud Sarah chose such a fine man.” He said to him. He could see Sam still had a surprised look on his face, before asking, “How?” Travis thought about it for a moment and knelt down. He saw the locket in his hand, and he took it out in his hand. Opening it he saw the picture she kept and he couldn't help but smile softly. He then looked and closed the locket, clenching it angrily in his fist. He said darkly to him.. Darkness added in his voice now, “What would you do...For the one you love...” Travis lowered his head and closed his eyes. “I don't know how I came back...But, I know why I came back....” Travis then opened his eyes and looked down at him saying quietly in his dark voice.. “Where is she?”Squad cars at the cemetery now, Sam had called in Lewis and he and the others came to the scene to check up on him. Sam had been on a hospital gurney, near the ambulance. He had been lying there with bandages wrapped around his stomach. He saw Lewis come up to him, and he looked concerned. Lewis had a concerned look and his voice showed it as well, whispering to him so the cops couldn't hear.. “What Happened?” Sam winced in pain, and held his ribs. He sighed and looked on, he was recovering from the attack but his voice was weak and his breathing was heavy from the attacks that had been done on him. He had a look on his face, it was more ashamed that he couldn't protect Sarah again. Sam continued to speak quietly once more, “They came and took Sarah..” Sam said angrily, hitting the bed he was on. He sighed angrily. “I couldn't stop them.. Sarah put up one Hell of a fight..They were just too many of them.. They had a purpose, a mission and they succeeded..” He solemnly added while keeping his head lowered. Lewis looked at him, and then he asked the question that Sam had been dreading the moment he saw Lewis. But Sam already knew the question and answered for him before asking it. He rubbed his eyes some, before saying in a hushed, quiet whisper, “It was...Commissioner James Wilson.. He did this..” Sam said quietly, and added, “and, he came back...” Sam finished, seeing the bewildered look on Lewis' face, before realizing what he meant. Lewis had a shocked look on his face.. He then looked at Sam and placed his hand on his shoulder to comfort him. Lewis sighed deeply, quietly saying to Sam. “This is very bad... I didn't know the corruption had gotten up to him..” Lewis said, He then looked around and turned his voice into a whisper. “We have to keep this between ourselves..Because it's getting harder to find people we can trust...Rest easy, we'll find her...” Lewis said, placing his hand on Sam's shoulder and Sam closed his eyes. Exhausted from the attack. The same warehouse where Travis' murder had taken place all those many years ago. It was where they wanted the final meeting to take place. There were men surrounding and patrolling the warehouse. Sarah is slumped over tied in a chair, she was knocked out when she came too, she struggled against the ropes and there is evil laughter heard in the shadows. Commissioner James Wilson approached her from the shadows. She continued to struggle and he laughed darkly. James' voice grew twisted and dark, giving an eerie chuckle to his voice while amusing himself with her presence. “Well..well... it's a pleasure you're still with us my dear.. I'd hate to lose you before the real show began...” he calmly walked next to her and slapped her hard across her face. She let out an intense scream from the pain and glared back up at him. Her pain turned to anger in her voice. “You won't get away with this... he will come..you are the Commissioner of the police force.. Your soul is dammed, all I have to ask.. is why are you doing this?” She asked him, receiving a harsher slap than before now. He slapped her again, and it brought tears to her eyes from the reaction to the pain. He gave her another dark chuckle with amusement in his voice. He traced his hands along her cheeks, and she flinched trying to get away from him. “My soul is prepared, we're all damned creatures my dear.. There is no Heaven, only Hell exists, and believe you and me.. I'd rather be the right hand of the Devil than in his path.” He said leaning into her now. She laughed hard, spitting out some blood before looking up at him.. “You aren't the Devil's right hand, you're just a tool. Expendable, once you've served your purpose, he'll drop you so fast it'll make your head spin..” Sarah said, coughing more when she felt a harsh punch into her stomach. Cringing, she spat out more blood, while James laughed at her statement. “Such naivety, a wonder you've lasted this long.. oh no my dear, you are sadly mistaken. As to your previous statement.. you asked why. Well, Other than you being assistant to the District Attorney? Your mother, well. Let's see, there is a motivation, but rather than spoil the surprise.. Let us wait and see how this plays out, I guarantee you won't be disappointed..” The Commissioner said, laughing hard, while he continued to torture Sarah. Travis at Ashley's house, he had been suiting up and getting ready for the final battle. He had been putting rounds into his glocks and magnums. Loading up his shotguns and machine guns, when he saw Ashley in the doorway. Nervous look in her face, sadness in her face as well. Concern and sadness come into her voice, she doesn't know how to handle this. She loves him and doesn't want to see him get hurt. She sighs deeply watching him prepare for his death, she moves in close but keeps her distance from him. “Why does it have to be you?” Ashley asked him sadly, a tear was forming in her eyes when he continued loading his guns. He spoke quietly in his dark voice to her. Wiping the tear from her eye, “Because nobody else can...” He said, before returning to work on his weapons. Ashley still had that look on her face, she was trying to hide her tears and feelings for him, but she had grown really close to him.
A quiet tone came to her voice now, she placed a hand on his shoulder and he sighed softly. “stay with me..” Ashley said to him, Travis continued to load his guns, not looking at her. He didn't want to, because there with that look on her face, she could have convinced him to stay and his daughter's life was at stake. Travis had his head hung low, before finally looking at her. He whispered quietly, “ They have my daughter...I have no choice but to go now...Either way..this ends tonight..” Travis darkly said, finishing his guns he was preparing for war. Ashley understood but still didn't want him to go. It made Ashley get up and leave the room. She was too upset, but she was more upset because she knew that he had to go. She was more upset about losing him, she knew he was on a suicide mission. He finished loading his guns when he saw Tyler in the doorway, with a shotgun loading it he flipped the gun barrel up having it click. It alerted Travis to his presence, and he had stopped loading his guns. A dark tone appeared in his voice, seeing Tyler there suiting up for battle as well. He smirked slightly and asked, “What do you think you're doing old man?” Placing the final weapon in its holster. Tyler looked at him and then smiled. “I can't let you go in on this alone. Ashley would kill me, plus..well..” He sighed and grinned, “It looks like you're about to go and do something stupid...” His smile broadened more.. “I'm in..” Sarah is still tied in the warehouse, she has bruises on her now and signs of being abused and tortured. She had her head hanging low, and she looked at Commissioner James Wilson. Her breathing was heavy from the wounds that had been placed on her. She coughed and cracked a grin on her face. It made Commissioner James Wilson give her an inquisitive look on his face. His tone grew more twisted and evil than ever. Seeing her sitting there he laughed, “Something amusing you my dear.?” He asked her, smacking her once again. She coughed out more blood, before spitting at his feet, with an intense grin on her face she spoke with confidence in her tone. “He'll come..Just wait.. You have signed your own death warrant. Your souls are damned now, and he's come to collect. You can't hide from Death, Death will come for you, and I will be here to witness your souls damned for all eternity.” Sarah laughed more before wincing in pain, having her hair roughly pulled back. “We're counting on that...” Was all James said to her, slapping her hard once more, nearly knocking her off the chair. Men could be seen standing around various places of the warehouse, holding various kinds of weapons. Standing at the ready for an attack. Travis had been wearing his leather jacket, and hood above his head with his skull mask on. His eyes had been red and not blue. He started sneaking around the warehouse. While Commissioner James Wilson and Sarah are seen near the center of the warehouse we see the men off in the distance standing there watching. Hands are mysteriously shown coming out from the shadows of the warehouse. Yanking a man back, behind the crates. Before he could shout, a soft punch could be heard, and Travis is seen hitting him having Commissioner James Wilson and Sarah in the background now. Travis hears the sounds of the man's last breath after Travis knocks him out. Travis then looks out and sees Sarah there. His eyes narrowed and he took a deep breath, sneaking around the crates and other various storage units. The other men could be seen standing around and being either pulled into the shadows or yanked across the boxes. Commissioner James Wilson out of through the corner of his eyes as the men were being attacked and he let out a sadistic twisted grin. Almost with a gleeful tone shouted in the air, watching the men being taken down. “Welcome! My friend! We have been waiting for you” James says, and turns around slowly looking for him grinning with a sick pleasure in against his face “Where are you...come out, come out, wherever you are...” He said looking around. This made Sarah look as well, hopeful he was there as well. The other guards look around more carefully now, a little more nervous. Random flashes of mussel fire erupt from the shadows of the corner of the warehouse. Two guards fell to the ground, and everyone else opened fire on the spot they thought he was in. Other random gunshots were happening from the shadows, he had been moving faster than his men could keep up with. There were screams and shouts of random orders and yells going through the warehouse. Even Commissioner James Wilson couldn't believe it, he was fast but not that fast. Everywhere at once, you could see random gunfire flashes out of the dark shadows of the warehouse. Having men fall left and right from the attacks. In a matter of moments he had disabled 10 guards, the problem was that there were many more in the warehouse. The bullets had then stopped firing, someone had gotten the drop on Travis when he wasn't paying attention. They had him, dragging him out in a carrying position into the center of the room. Sarah had a disappointed look on her face, it wasn't disappointment it was more like a no look. She didn't want him caught, and he was. Commissioner James Wilson laughed with glee, skipping to Travis clasping his hands together he gave a dark grin. Hitting Travis hard in the stomach, Travis coughed hard. His red eyes had gone back to his normal blue color. He tried to struggle against the grip, but they were stronger than him. He hit him hard in his stomach again and he coughed once more. It made Sarah turn her head, it was hard looking at it. They roughly placed him in a chair and tied him up with ropes. He was looking at Sarah now, with his head hung from the pain. Commissioner James Wilson continued laughing darkly, and he slapped him again. Cocky swagger in the tone of his voice, James spoke once more at the scene with glee at being victorious in this battle, “ Oh yes.. yes.. yes... You cannot believe what satisfaction it brings me, seeing you here..” laughed and punched Travis hard in the stomach again. Travis hunched over in pain, coughing from the attack. “It's like our own little reunion ain't it?” James said, adding his own dark laugh to it. James leaned in next to him, leisurely like he was relaxing at the beach. He then looked at Sarah, and back to him. James spoke loud enough for everyone to hear, and then whispered or acted like he was whispering. He was very eccentric, “Shall we be the big reveal now? I think the audience has waited long enough, I know I am just beaming with anticipation.. Drum roll please....!” James shouted, giving a mock drum roll. He shouted with glee and he did a jump skip while he remained next to him. Sarah had been wanting to know this too. Her eyes showed the entire story, and she wanted to know. Travis had a pained look on his face from the attacks he had been given by Commissioner James Wilson Had given him. He brought his hand towards the mask and grinned darkly. “Ladies and gentlemen, behind door number 1...” James darkly said, pulling the mask away to reveal who it was to Sarah. Sarah had a shocked look on her face, her eyes showed remembrance of who he was. Her heart leaped in her chest, and she couldn't believe he was there before her. The bond between father and daughter was strong, so strong, that she didn't need to have the sadistic Commissioner tell her who he was. Sarah whispered to him, “Dad...” tears in her eyes fell, from speaking silently to him. Travis noticed her lips move and he shook his head “yes.” Travis looked at her and gave her a “yes it's me” look, it brought more tears to her eyes and she struggled against her bindings. She wanted to get free so she could hug him once again. A mocking sentiment came over James' Voice, Aw... such an emotional event...” James' tone then changed, and he moved to Sarah and leaned in close to her whispering. “That pathetic excuse for a man right there is your father. You see?” He asked and grinned, placing his hand on her shoulder, Travis is struggling trying to get free. He laughed again, whispering to her. Continuing, “You have seen him before you, now, struggling to get free. You see, it was in this very spot where we killed your father.. We took his life and your life away from you.” James whispered darkly to her, with a sadistic twisted pleasure that came from watching these two in pain. It brought tears to Sarah's eyes, and she had to look away for a moment. James laughed more when he saw Travis struggle some more. The others don't see his eyes turning red slowly, because Travis is keeping his head lowered. The Ropes started smoking, and a little ring of fire appeared, but it wasn't noticeable to the men next to him. It begins to eat through the ropes. Travis starts laughing darkly, with his head lowered. The men surrounding him, and the men near him along with Commissioner James Wilson looked on and had a weird look on their faces. Sarah had a weird look on her face as well. Anger in his tone of voice now, “Something funny a**hole?” James asked angrily nervous. Travis gained a reputation very quickly, he knew what he was dealing with. The other men seemed to have gotten the same memo, because they backed away nervously, their weapons shaking in their hands. Travis continued laughing darkly, and he kept his head lowered still. Darkness radiated from his voice, while his powers continued to grow stronger, Travis said darkly. “I have to say this.. thank you.. for reuniting me with my daughter.. Regardless of the circumstances.. I can guarantee you this.. By the time this is over, my hands will be around your f***ing throat...” Travis said giving him a dark, cocky grin on his face. James leaned in and said darkly to him. Angrily as well for the defiance he was being shown, “And, pray-tell..how will you be achieving such a feat?” James asked. Travis holds his hands in the air, showing the singed ropes fall to the ground. “Boom!” He says with an evil grin on his face. Hands are seen outside the warehouse holding some kind of device in it. He's watching through the windows and sees Travis give a slight head nod. The figure is Tyler, and he starts whistling like he is doing nothing. He then cracks a grin on his face, and presses the button. Random explosions start happening around the warehouse. It was in the places where Travis had been sneaking around before. He had been placing bombs along certain areas of the warehouse. These explosions caused the men standing near the crates to fly forward to the ground. It caused Commissioner James Wilson to duck for cover and it caused Sarah to turn her head.
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09/05/2023 04:22 PM
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Fixed Head-Canon
Fixed Head Canon
Those of you who have been with me as Wade the longest, know that I've posted that Wade has had a wife for a long time who passed away on him. I was with someone in my rl for a long time and she passed away on me, She role-played as well and I wanted to keep her spirit alive in the game in a sense. We were very much in love and I lost her, she passed away on me and left me alone in this world and this is why when you hear Wade talk about a wife he's had, that's the reason and will always be a part of his Fixed Canon no matter who he ships with. I don't post about her a lot in my stats, because it's a hard mood to get through and get passed and I try to keep my stats light and airy for the most part. I do have a serious side and you've seen that as well, but that is why Wade has a 1st wife, is because of the real-life loss I've had.
Another Fixed Canon in Wade's story, is a lot of people also know that Wade was married. This was a long time ago during my tenure here and when I was first starting out. It's pretty much why Wade has decided to take on wives as I have as a writer and game player as well. She was supposed to help Wade get over the death of his wife, but only further shattered his heart and sent him into an endless sea of darkness and pain. She also had a daughter whom Wade came to care for and love when he didn't want children in the first place and was against the idea, but slowly over time he changed his mind and when she left and took her, it broke his heart and crushed him. But she's earned a place on his canon and story, and I have her there out of the respect I had for what the two had, but I don't talk about her at all, it's just that she's a part of Wade's history.
The reason I bring both of these women up, is they are partially the reasons you see how Wade is today and the way he acts today. The good and the bad and the ugly parts of the relationships that he had with them are what molded him to who he is as a father, a husband, and a man. This is why I have them as fixed moments in his story and moments that can't be changed or altered. It's why you see how he acts so goofy and doesn't take things seriously a lot, because he hides the pain with his humor. It's also why he's more open now to having kids and how you see him as a good father and mentor, as well as a good husband and friend.
And this is why they will forever be a fixed background in Wade's story.
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07/11/2023 11:35 PM
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House of the Damned
House of The Damned A man and a woman and a couple of friends could be seen heading into the foyer of a large, mansion-type house. It was a beautiful mansion, more along the lines of a plantation in the old South. The interior was a beautiful Victorian-English modern-era design with large statues of armored knights and classic paintings along with beautiful tapestries all throughout the main hall. The couple had purchased the home as part of their retirement plan in turning this into a bed and breakfast, it had historical significance, as well as a strong family name. “Welcome to the Barren Family Estate,” The Realtor said as the party entered. It was a lone mansion surrounded by land and forest. When you first come across it, it looked straight out of a Stephen King Novel. It was a proud house, as far as houses are concerned and it was something Travis and his wife couldn't see fall to the wayside. “You're a Sergeant in the military correct?” The Realtor asked. He was an older gentleman, with an English accent. He hunched a little and had silver hair running down his shoulders as he took everyone's bags. “4 tours, Iraq and other places,” Travis said as he helped his wife out of her coat. She was a beautiful woman, in her mid 20's. Long amber brown hair, blue eyes. Travis was in his late 30's, with jet-black hair. With a muscular build, he stood nearly 6 feet. He had a scar across his right eye as his black trench coat hung to the floor. His two friends were civilians, both in the House flipping game. Edgar and Riley Foust, they were there to help inspect the home. Travis was more than capable, for part of his life he had been a construction worker and was good with his hands. This had ample grounds for hunting, and that was part of the reason why the two couples decided to come to this place. Travis had his bag full of guns in the trunk of his car. He also had a chainsaw for firewood, and other various tools a man in his profession would have to have. The woods had an eerie type feel to it, but that didn't bother Travis. He had seen a lot in his life and nothing phased him all that much. They had a cook waiting for them upon instruction and the couples sat down in the dining room hall, waiting for their dinner as the Realtor left them the keys to the home. “What do you guys think?” Travis asked, with a Southern Georgia accent as his wife thanked the waiter for the glass of wine. Riley was also an attractive woman, with darker hair than Sarah, but just as beautiful. Edgar looked around and sighed, rubbing the temples on his forehead. “I'm not gonna lie,” Edgar said. He had a more Northern accent. “This place needs a lot of work, but for what you two have planned for it, it has potential.” He said. “Yeah, if you're looking to make a Rocky Horror Picture Show reboot in here,” Riley added under her breath. It made Sarah smirk at the remark. “Oh I don't know, it's got healthy bones and a good foundation. I've done more with less,” Travis said, lighting a cigar as he took another look. There was an old piano sitting in the corner. He got up and took his coat off, hanging it on the hook as he sat down and started playing. Sarah came over and sat on the bench, leaning her head on his shoulder as Edgar and Riley danced slowly in the background. “Are you sure this is what you want? You know I'll support you in anything you do,” Sarah said as Travis continued to play. He smiled at her and kissed her softly. “That is why I love you, Sarah, you know I wouldn't go into a no-win scenario,” he said and smiled as he continued to play. “We're a team, we always will be,” he said and she smiled back. She hadn't seen her husband in a while, and this was the last stretch of service he had finished. He was out and the two could spend some time together. The bell of the grandfather clock began to toll and the hour was late. Travis looked at the clock and smiled. “I think it's time we all turned in for the night.” He said and the others nodded. Travis gathered the bags they had taken from the car that they would need for the night and each headed to their respective rooms. Travis had gotten ready for bed and lay there under the covers. He had a tattoo of a T-Rex bone skull across his shoulder. You could see various scars across his chest from the times of his time as a POW as he lay there waiting for his wife to join him. The steam from the bathroom emerged from the room and her gorgeous figure stepped out, she was wearing red and black lace lingerie as she stood there like the Goddess she was with a smile on her face. “Now I remember why I married you,” Travis said with a grin across his face as Sarah approached him. Slowly she began to remove her lingerie for him as she crawled into bed. He leaned into her and kissed her deeply, as he moved on top of her and began to make love to his beautiful wife. The two worked into a thrall of passionate desire. They hadn't seen each other in a long time and missed the touch of each other's bodies. Moving in 1, their hearts and souls connected in such a way as the two's moans and cries could be heard throughout the hallowed halls of the mansion. They both embraced the other as their bodies collided in a sea of desire and lust. The fire and passion built up into a climatic state of arousal in which caused an endless ocean crashing against the shoreline as the two collapsed in bed together. Sarah lay next to her husband, asleep and exhausted from their time together as Travis lay awake, listening to the calming sounds of his wife's beating heart. A storm began halfway through their time and he was listening to the roaring thunder and intense lightning flashes. Travis could swear he had heard an eerie sound, almost like a chant. Like a ghost whisper or something, he had chalked it up to being tired, or he possibly thought that Edgar and Riley were talking in the halls together. It was a haunting sound, it sent chills running up his spine though. Travis tried to shake it off, but each time he saw flashes of lightning he got back to the times when he was being tortured for information. Hanging there with the sights of his friends being slaughtered like animals, he screamed out in horror as the enemy continued to whip and torture him. A booming crash of thunder snapped him back to reality as a quick and sudden breath escaped from his lips. Beads of sweat had been dripping down his body and forehead as he turned to his wife. He ran his hands along her body, and slowly he felt a weird liquid on them. He continued to run his hands over her body, the more he had the nastier they became. He fumbled for the light switch in the room, the fire had died down with nothing but embers. He switched it on and reeled back in sheer terror as his wife lay there with her eyes open, stained and soaked in her own blood as it pooled in the bed, looking like a massacre, a slaughter. Her white eyes narrowed all of a sudden and she spoke in an eerie, demonic voice. “You're all gonna die tonight!” which caused Travis to fall back in pure terror as her blood ran down his hands and body, he let out a hard scream as another boom of thunder shook the bedroom, causing him to wake up suddenly. His eyes nervously searched the room, his heart felt like it was going to leap out of its chest as he nervously looked at his wife. She was sound asleep, with no marks on her body. She had rolled to the other side, facing away from him. With a shaky hand, he placed it on her shoulder, having her body turn to face him, her eyes looked normal, in fact.. she had a smile on her face. Why wouldn't she? She was at peace, next to her husband who had just given her the most amazing night she had ever had in quite some time. He leaned up against the bed, the sheets falling from his chest as he hung his head in his hands. He tried to orientate himself and gather his senses. He looked at the clock in the room, midnight. He sighed and slid on his pants and headed to the bathroom. He was generally a light sleeper anyways. He headed to the bathroom and let the warm water run, causing steam to emerge. He washed his face with his hands and wiped the condensation off the mirror while he focused on himself. He saw his wife again, but this time she looked like she had drowned in a swamp. She was still covered in blood and the image happened so suddenly, it gave him another start as he spun around only to find there was no one there. “Get a grip old man,” Travis said. He wasn't a paranoid type, but he needed to find out some things. He went and put on a black shirt, and laced up his boots. It was storming out and he gathered his trench coat. He headed out to his car and gathered the saw and his weapons. He was a military man and he wanted to make sure everything was taken care of. The visions if you want to call them that were still plaguing his mind and soul. His heart was still beating fast. Paying for the sins of his past? He knew he would always have to face final judgment, every life he took, every soul he damned. It would be his burden to bear. He gathered the bag and headed back into the mansion where 1 the wait staff had poured him a Scotch and he was grateful. He went to the Den and lit a fire as he sat there in a leather chair. He laid out his shotguns and pistols. He started to clean and assemble them, it always relaxed him. He must have been focusing too hard because he could once again hear, the sounds of those haunting echoes. He could have sworn that the flames in the fireplace were dancing. Travis looked around, “hello?” he called out to no one. It was retarded but he wasn't thinking all that clearly. His body shook a little, trying to wave off that feeling he had just before a huge firefight took place. He shook his head and then started noticing that blood had begun to run down the sides of the walls, the haunting whispers started up once more, it was a weird language he didn't understand. His heart began to race, and the sweat from his brow began to bead down once more as he staggered from his chair. “Leave me the Hell alone!!” He shouted, throwing his drinking glass into the fire, which caused the flames to ignite. He clenched his fist and slammed it into the bookcase. He needed to check on everyone, something told him that he needed to. The wait staff stayed in the home with them on another floor, he had left his guns but carried a backup pistol that held 15 shots and he himself carried a revolver that carried 6 shots. He carried a flashlight, there were overhead lamp-like lights but they only gave small windows of light in the halls. He cautiously headed down the halls, with the storm outside it gave off eerie sounds and his heart was already racing. Some steps created an eerie creek as he stepped on the wood, which caused him to stop. Every now and then he had gotten the sense he was being followed and he turned suddenly only to find that no one was there. He generally was a calm person. When sh*t hit the fan he was in the center of it, ready to accept whatever happened to his new reality. So, whatever had rattled him in such a way, you knew it had to be bad. He wasn't a very religious or superstitious type. The only reason he went to Church was to make his wife happy. He tried to atone for the sins of his military life by providing help with local charities of his community and giving back with his time, and for the most part, it helped him sleep at night. He had his revolver in its holster, there was no need for it to be out and the last thing he wanted to do was accidentally shoot someone out of a reactionary instinct of fear. He was better than that and better trained than that. He continued making his way down the halls. His heart had calmed down, but the nervous anticipation was still there. The adrenaline had been pumping so hard through him, he could have done over 100 push-ups and not be tired at this point in time. His senses adjusted to the darkness easier now, he could make out the shadows and shapes. The walls were still dripping with blood as he walked down along them. He stumbled into someone who was partially dressed, dressed enough to wander the halls. “Edgar?” Travis asked, shining his light on him. Edgar shook his head and looked back. “Oh thank God, Travis..” Edgar said. “What the f*** is going on? I'm hearing voices and, what is this sh*t?” Edgar asked, running his hand along the wall, showing Travis the blood. “You see it too?” Travis asked, in a nervous tone. He didn't want to believe these things were actually happening and Edgar nodded. “It's been freaking my wife out all night..” Edgar said. “I thought it was in my head, till a second ago.. I got no idea, brother,” Travis said. “That's comforting,” Edgar said as he rolled his eyes. The two started making their way to the kitchen, “You got an extra one of those?” Edgar asked, referring to his gun and Travis nodded. He handed him the pistol, Edgar was almost as good a shot as Travis was for not having spent any time in the military. “Safety off,” Edgar said, in a nervous tone. Travis rolled his eyes but kept the steady pace of his movements. They could both hear sounds in the kitchen. It was unusual for anyone to be up at this time of the night. The storm could be heard in the background as the two entered the kitchen. “ma'am.. is everything okay?” Travis asked, as he cautiously approached her. She was hunched over, her black hair matted down and wet as if she had been showering earlier. She was hunched over, clanging some dishes in the sink as if she was washing them. “Ma'am?” Travis asked, in an almost hushed whisper. Edgar had his finger on the side of the pistol, aiming it at her. He didn't have it on the trigger, he didn't want to have to shoot her if he could help it. “I'm not liking this..” Edgar said. “Shut up Edgar..” Travis said in a grumpy tone. “Ma'am, it's Travis.. can you please respond? I need to know you are okay,” he said as he approached her calmly. It was storming out, he wanted to make sure she hadn't gotten hurt. Travis was about to reach out for her when she turned suddenly and let out a loud demonic screech. It caused the two guys to stumble back, Edgar fell to the ground as Travis staggered backward. Her face was ghost-white pale, and her lips had black marks around them as her yellow eyes lit up and she charged the two shrieking in her demonic cries. “What the f*** is that!!!??” Edgard shouted, getting his gun. His hands were shaking as he tried to steady and aim. She charged Travis and tried to swipe at him with her nails, her hair was stringy as she attacked him and wrestled with Travis. Travis had his arms out in a blocking position as the two stumbled around the kitchen, knocking things over, creating a mess. “Shoot the bitch!!” Travis shouted, trying to get free of her snapping jaws, and her swiping nails. Edgar nodded, he tried to get a clean shot. “I can't!!” Edgard shouted in pure terror, as she and Travis went crashing to the ground. She was on top of him as Travis was struggling to keep her from getting to him. Weird black drool had been leaking from her lips and onto his neck as he moved to keep it from his face. “AH!!” Travis shouted and managed to kick her off him. This sent her staggering back as Edgar opened up on her. She let out a horrible cry as black goo began to ooze out of the bullet wounds, she stumbled backward and Edgar managed to get one final shot in her heart and she was sent crashing to the floor. Edgar tried to steady his breathing, but spat on the floor. “good riddance,” he said, sliding across the black blood that had been spilled on the kitchen tiles. He went over and helped Travis get to his feet. “What the f*** was that??” Edgar asked again with a short breath. Travis took out a flask he carried and took a big swig of the hard liquor that he had carried, handing it to Edgar as he did the same. “F*** if I know.. I don't know what kind of drug she was on, PCP.. Meth.. nothing I know can give that kind of strength..” he said, taking another sip as he braced himself on the side of the sink to gather himself. “Thanks for that,” he said looking at her. “What are friends for?” Edgar asked, taking out a cigarette, he flipped open his lighter and lit it, taking a long puff of smoke. “Million dollar question..” he said as he let out another drag.. “Was that the start or the finish?” Travis finished the question for him as they both looked at her. Travis took out a large knife he had strapped to his leg and hit it in her head, a ceremonial thing he did to the animals he killed so their souls could move on. He wiped the weird substance off with a towel as he placed it back in its sheath. “You know what we got to do now?” Travis asked and Edgar sighed, shaking his head. “I really don't want to,” and Travis grinned. The two headed out of the kitchen as the haunting moans and groans emerged more once again. The two headed to the rooms of their wives. “Sarah..” he said, gently waking her up. Sarah saw the sickening look on their faces as Edgar had Riley with him, both were dressed. “What's going on?” Sarah asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “I'll explain, but we need to get dressed and get out of here..” Travis said. He wasn't about to go searching the house for the wait staff. He was smarter than that and he knew opportunities like this wouldn't come around again, they were lucky. Whatever that thing was, they were able to dispatch it easily, but he was afraid there would be more. Travis had 2 double-barrel shotguns strapped to his back, a belt full of shells, and the 6 shot Revolver he had been carrying the whole time with extra ammo. Edgar had his own shotgun, an extra pistol along with the one Travis had given him, and plenty of ammo. His wife Riley had her own pistol and Travis gave a shotgun to his wife Sarah as she got dressed in some jeans a top and her own boots. “So, we don't really know what we're dealing with, but we do know it's a threat and they seem to be able to go down fairly easily?” She asked, loading the last rounds into the pistol her husband gave her. They nodded in agreement. Sarah nodded and let out a sigh as they headed to the door, they began to open it when a couple more members of the staff in the same demonic-looking state came crashing through the door, shrieking loudly, causing Edgar and Riley to get knocked to the ground. Without any hesitation this time, Travis started in with his Revolver, he was calmer this time and his aim was more accurate, letting out a breath as he squeezed the trigger, grouping the shots in and around their hearts, the others watched as he took care of them both with the 6 shots, flipping open the bullet chamber after, as he loaded more rounds into his gun.
“Can we please get the f*** out of here?” Edgar asked as the two got up. “Seconded that,” Sarah said which made the others nod. They cautiously moved past the dead bodies on the ground as they headed down the halls. They headed to the front door and tried to pull it open. Travis tried again and used the key. It didn't work, and when they all tried to get it, they managed to get the doors partially opened, seeing the car in the distance as the doors slammed shut, knocking them all to the floor from the impact. A loud crash of thunder echoed through the area, followed by an intense flash of lightning. The light shown on the walls as the blood trailed down it, forming words. The others noticed and the words said.. “No salvation... you are all going to die tonight..” Travis yelled in frustration as the others looked on in terror and fear. They managed to pick themselves back up, but once again they were attacked. Demonic-looking dead bodies started running down the staircase toward them. They looked like humans, but you could see the bones sticking out. Rotting corpses that had seemed to have been buried in the ground for over decades. Travis took out his shotgun as Edgar had his own. Both started unloading on the “Demon Zombies” that were rushing them. The blasts knocked them back, but they snarled and kept coming. The final couple of shots, sent the small cluster crashing to the floor, black blood and guts oozed from their dead bodies. Travis headed to them and knelt down, inspecting them. “These aren't the staff,” Travis said, looking at the others. “What the Hell is going on?” Riley asked nervously. “It's safer in the den, let's go there and regroup,” Travis said, walking past the chainsaw he had left as the group headed into the den. One of the books Travis had punched had fallen to the ground and was opened as they made their way in. Edgard poured himself a drink and offered the girls one, and they gladly accepted. “What the f*** kind of house is this?” Sarah asked and Edgar shook his head. “I don't know but those creatures we put down were a lot more difficult than the ones Travis and I encountered earlier.” He said and Travis nodded, he was pacing back and forth, trying to collect himself. He could hear the haunting cries of his friends back during his times as a soldier. He could hear the bullets bouncing off his armored vehicles, he could hear the explosions happening all around him as his friends cried out in pain and fear from being slaughtered. His muscles tightened and his pulse quickened as he slipped on the book that was on the floor. He knelt down and picked it up. The sounds of his men and friends faded away into the night as the storm outside seemed to have calmed itself. He felt a hand on his shoulder, it was his wife's hand. “Hunny?” She asked and he shook his head, holding the book out. “This place is a nexus..” Travis said in a dark tone. His tone was in disbelief. He didn't want to believe this, everything within him told him this was wrong. Was this his penance? For his sins? He thought to himself.. “Nexus?” Edgar asked. Snapping him back to reality. “Whatever this house is, it's like a gateway to Hell. A doorway to the other side. These creatures.. these.. Demons.. come from it.. trying to feed on the souls of our world,” Travis said as he showed them the pictures of all the ritualistic sacrifices taking place over the many decades, trying to keep these creatures at bay. “Whatever spell or whatever's been blocking them seems to have faded with the passing of the storm. These things hunt on our soul and fear. They feed on it,” Travis said, in an almost sickened tone. It made Sarah nervously squeak a little in a soft whimper as the other two looked sick as well. “What can we do to stop it?” Riley asked and Travis looked on. “As the dawn breaks for the new day Sun the creatures of the Damned return to their slumber, while the portal to Hell closes for another 10 years,” Travis added quietly. “That's comforting..” Edgar said as he looked outside. “We have a couple hours till daylight, how the f*** are we going to be able to survive these things?” Edgar asked and as if on cue, the doors burst open with these demonic creatures, shrieking and snarling at them, suddenly rushing them.
Their reaction time was slower because they had let their guard down, and they managed to get to Sarah first. She cried out to them. “NO!!” Sarah shouted, using her gun on them the best she could, trying to fight them off. The others rushed to her, “SARAH!!” Travis shouted, using his shotgun, he started shooting them while Edgar and Riley were trying to pull her free. Sarah looked on in fear at Travis, tears running down her cheeks while Travis was trying to get them off her. Travis made a leap for her hand, grabbing it, he was stabbing the Demons as he tried to pull her free. “I love you..” Sarah said as she was pulled away from them, her fingers out of Travis's grip as he looked on in horror, seeing his wife dragged into the darkness, away from them. Travis had sunk to his knees. His head hung low, while Sarah's blood was still seen smeared all over the floor. Edgar and Riley lay there in a sitting position with the black blood ooze of the demons all over them. It had been a few moments since everything happened and Travis still hadn't spoken to them. All he could see was the image of his scared wife being dragged away by the demonic bastards that took her. Travis managed to get to his feet now but was still staring at the blood all over the floor. Edgar helped Riley to her feet and he made his way to Travis, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “We're going to get her back man..” Edgar said and Travis took a swing at him and hit him across the face which had him staggering back. Riley made a motion to him and Edgar made a signal to stop her. Edgar understood Travis. “What do you want to do?” Edgar asked. “You two work on the door,” Travis said, taking the other shotgun he had strapped to his back, making sure it was loaded as he cocked the barrels into place. “I'm going after her..” It was all he needed to say. Edgar and Riley understood. Travis started making his way down the halls, his gun aimed into the darkness. “Sarah..” he said quietly, but loud enough so she would be able to hear him. He could hear the chainsaw going off in the background, knowing Edgar and Riley were cutting through the door. It would take time, but Travis didn't care. He needed his wife. He couldn't live without her. Memories of them together began to flood his mind as he continued making his way down the halls. Them enjoying trips to the beach, and making love by the fire. Picnics and barbecues. He saw the half smile of his wife when she was laying in bed, with her eyes half closed as she looked back at him. “Sarah..” he said quietly as he continued to move along the halls. He headed down to the basement flooring of the mansion they were in. He saw an altar and a weird-looking cross. Candles were dimly lit and demonic symbols were carved into the stone all around as he approached his breathing quickened and his heart rate quickened heavier and heavier. He noticed the haunting moans and cries were starting again as the lights from the candles flickered as if a gust of wind blew through the area.
Travis with trepidation approached the alter and looked down, seeing Sarah's mangled body strapped to the alter. He took out his knife and cut the leather restraints as she lay there peacefully. The sadness and pain in his face and body language as he fell over her body. Her eyes open as she eerily lay there in a motionless state. Travis could see claw marks from the Demons that had drugged her here. He held her in his arms for a brief moment, while her blood stained his clothes. He laid her gently on the altar and closed her eyes, hanging his head in sorrow. “I'm sorry..” he whispered gently as he could hear the snarls of the creatures returning from the darkness. He clenched his fist so tightly in anger that blood started dripping from his hand as he wiped her blood across his chest and rose from the altar, snapping his gun into place as he calmly walked out. The demons started rushing through the halls as he unloaded on them without mercy. He let out an intense scream of rage that seemed to have shaken the very halls themselves as he drilled blast after blast into them, causing them to shriek out in pain and fall to the floor. The black ooze-blood shot out everywhere, getting on him and his coat as well, but he didn't care. As he continued making his way down through the halls, more were coming up from behind him now as well, and he spun around with his gun, emptying more rounds into them. He was heading back to Edgar and Riley, when a couple of Demons rushed him, knocking the gun away from him for a brief moment. He wrestled with a couple of Demons as he sent 1 crashing into the box that held a fire axe for emergencies. The glass shattered and he took the ax, smashing the handle over the face of one to send it reeling backward. Travis swung the ax causing the head of 1 of the Demons to crash to the floor, causing the guts from the neck to explode all over his face and body. The other couple of Demons charged him once more, he managed to sever the heads of both, sending their headless bodies slumping to the floor while he let the ax fall against the floor, to regain himself. Having a loose grip on the handle as black blood and guts dripped off the metal edge of the axe. He dropped the now splintered axe handle, and picked up his shotgun once again, cracking his neck as he slid a little on the blood and guts that had surrounded him. His heart was beating so fast. He was heading back into the main foyer of the mansion to the front door. He could see it nearly was opened, the chainsaw was on the ground, he wondered of Edgar and Riley got out.
Travis looked and was suddenly attacked by a couple of creature zombies. He was sent toppling over to the ground while they were both on him now. These were like the staff and not the demonic-looking creatures he had been fighting off all night and morning. They were drooling like hungry dogs, snapping at him. Trying to rip the meat off his bones. Travis tried to reach for the handle of his gun, but they were overpowering him. He yelled as they were shrieking and took the large knife he had, stabbing one in the head, which caused him to fall off him, as he reached for the chainsaw that was near him, revving it up the metal blades rotated and roared, using the saw he started slicing through the upper half of the demon zombie, having her shriek out in pain as he cut off the head of that one, having all the blood explode all over him. Panting heavily the chains of the saw stopped rotating as the head rolled away, laying there in an exhausted heap of blood and guts, Travis sighed heavily, leaving the chainsaw at his side as he lay there for a minute. Travis noticed something out of the corner of his eye, for whatever reason the horde of demons seemed to have stopped. They were all staring at him, with their black eyes, hungry for his flesh. Travis didn't know what the f*** was going on. He looked and saw Edgar and Riley. They were the zombies he was fighting off with the chainsaw, but that wasn't what was stopping the demons. Travis was a hunter, and he liked to salt his meat. It made it last longer as he would cook his kills into strips of jerky basically so he could enjoy it longer. What had happened was salt spilled from the bag he was carrying into a sort of makeshift line near the end of the stairs and that seemed to be stopping the Demons as they looked on at him. Travis looked back seeing them all eagerly wanting a piece of him. Travis staggered to his feet, looking at them. It was by the grace of God that that had happened because there was no way he could have figured that out on his own. He got his shotgun, and pointed it at the door, with 1 blast he managed to get the doors open. Travis stumbled down the stairs, wounded and bloody from his night, as dawn had been approaching. He didn't want anyone else stumbling into this. Travis gathered the gasoline buckets he had stored for his car, to make sure they didn't run out of gas for their camping stuff, or the car itself and started pouring it all over everywhere he could think of, leaving a trail. More Demons came into the area and started rushing him again, the lines broke from the last remaining wind bursts of the previous storm from the opened doors. Travis was still trying to pour the gas when he started unloading round after round on them. Travis was screaming like a crazy person each time he saw one stagger back, he fired on another. Keeping them from reaching the door while he finished pouring his gas. He managed to kill more Demons and create enough space for himself and them to escape the mansion as he fell to the ground before his car. He looked at them, hearing their eerie shrieks as they headed for the door. He lit his lighter while looking at them with his shotgun in his hand. “Go to Hell..” he said darkly as he threw the lighter at the gas line leading to the mansion. The line burst on fire as it erupted, sending it straight to the mansion while it started igniting in flames. The Demons began to cry out from the flames as Travis leaned on the back of his car watching the mansion burn to the ground. It seemed to be hours since the flame, Travis wanted to make sure nothing had gotten out and while the Demons from Hell weren't affected directly by the fire, it acted as a portal to send them back to Hell and close the gate so to speak. The fire didn't hurt them, but it was a natural spiritual entity that cleansed the Demons from this world as the last bits of the foundation of the mansion caved in all around it in a smoldering heap of ash and death. Covering and destroying the altar that seemed to activate these Demons. It burnt up all the dead bodies, leaving no trace that this mansion even existed in the first place. All the eerie haunting echoes had disappeared as the smoke began to clear from the area. It was technically Travis's property, so it wasn't like he was going to get in trouble for burning it to the ground, and at this point, he didn't give a f***. Travis looked at the ring his wife had worn in the palm of his hand and he looked back out over the property. Feeling assured that nothing else was coming out of that mansion, he got into his 67 Chevy Impala, having the tires squeal in the mud a little, he took off down the road, never to see or care about that mansion ever again as he drove off into the light of the rising Sun.
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07/01/2023 08:01 PM
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Nate & Wade
Nate was angry. He had once again sold out an arena at 15 years old, and sang his heart out and his Father.. his own Father couldn't be there.. again. He looked through the crowd. His Mother, Maria was backstage, supportive as always, but Nate just hung his head. His dark brown hair fell over his face, while he bowed and thanked the fans for coming. It was so hard, he idolized his Father. He wanted him to be proud of him, and he just couldn't take it anymore. Few words were said on the ride home with his Mother. This had been building and building for a long time. Nate had no Father. At least, none that he could really call a Father. Nate had just gotten home with his Mother and they were getting settled in for the night when Wade came in after them. “Look who finally showed up,” Nate said in an angry tone. Wade could see the hurt on his face. He was about to speak when Nate cut him off. “What's the excuse this time Dad? Another board meeting? Military Training Exercise?” He asked. That last bit was partially true. Wade was still an active soldier. He was known as Master Chief and had saved the world many times from aliens, but Nate never knew that his wife didn't even know that. It was classified information. Nate didn't know he was an Avenger or a Power Ranger. Wade couldn't tell him. It would put him in too much danger. Maria knew, and that was too much in itself. No one should have known, but Wade knew if he wanted to keep his marriage and family intact, he'd have to tell her. He didn't have the heart to tell Nate, he wanted Nate to have a normal life and grow up without the fear of losing his father 1 day like Morgan lost her father. Like JJ lost his father, Tommy. He didn't want another son of a hero to grow up without a father. “I..” Wade was about to say and Nate cut him off. He slammed his fist down hard on the granite countertop. It actually made a small dent, no one but Wade noticed this and said nothing. “You were never there!!” Nate shouted angrily once more. “Every ball game I had, every trophy I won, every concert I held.. all I wanted, was for you to be there, like the other guy's fathers..” Nate said, his eyes were swollen with emotion. Wade could see how physically upset Maria was, and she was about to say something but Wade gave her a look and she nodded and remained quiet. “I kept wondering, why I wasn't good enough for you dad. Every... every time I would perform, I'd look for you.. Every time.. I was scared.. you weren't there.. Every time.. I needed a Father.. you were gone!!” Nate shouted at him. The pain in his voice. Wade wanted so badly to tell him the reasons why he couldn't be there. He also knew that Nate would want to follow in his footsteps like Morgan and JJ are doing now and he just can't bare to have his son lead the type of life he had. It wasn't a bad life, it's still not a bad life, but he sacrificed a lot so his son could have the normal life he never could have. Wade looked at him and tried to embrace him. “I am sorry.. Nate.. I..” Wade was about to say, but Nate pushed him back angrily. It was the first real-time Nate had ever done that to his own Father. “No.. you don't get to say sorry and make it all better... Not for all the stuff you've missed, it's like I don't even know you, sometimes.. I don't even know if I have a Father at all,” Nate said sadly. That killed Wade. From the moment Nate was born, his whole world changed. Everything was about his son. He couldn't even say anything back to that, he just stood there in the kitchen with a dumb look on his face as Nate stormed off. When the door slammed shut, it made Wade jump even though he knew it was coming. Maria looked at him. “I know what you're going to say. But, I can't tell him who I really am. I can't tell him I'm an Avenger or a Power Ranger. Maria.. you shouldn't even know I am that. It was 1 of Zordon's rules, and out of respect for his wishes, I tried. But when I married you, I knew I had to tell you and he's gone, with respect. Tommy is dead. Stark is gone. Morgan and JJ need a mentor for their respected teams,” he sighed softly.
He was 1 of the last veteran Rangers that was still active and had the ability and power to help. Wade looked at her and embraced her. It killed her, he could see it too. She knew what he had given up, the lives and friends he lost. The pain and heartbreak of failure. It didn't seem that long ago that she and he were at Tommy's funeral. She remembered seeing him walk to Morgan and Happy. Wade felt bad, a lot of Earth's heroes were off-world now, or retired/dead and he was among the few that were still trying to keep things together. But, at what cost? Wade sighed. “I would rather have Nate hate me and not know the truth, than love me and be burdened with the cost of the life I live. I worry about you being in danger all the time with the secrets I have, and that's no way for Nate to live. You are an amazing wife for dealing with these burdens, but Nate cannot know. He's 15. I still want him to have some kind of life,” he said quietly. In truth, he shouldn't have even told Maria the secrets he had, but it was the only way Wade could feel normal. What Nate didn't realize was that all of the ball games and concerts, even the 1 Nate just had, Wade was there. He always made sure to reach his stuff in time, he would hang out in the very back to watch his son perform, watch him hit that home run. Wade was so proud of Nate, he was proud that he was finding his way with his voice, and that was making millions of people happy. With Miles, JJ, and Morgan coming up as heroes, he knew that he still had to be there as a mentor, but with Nate.. He was proud of his son and who he was becoming as a man, the world didn't need any more heroes, but what they needed now was someone like Nate and that is why Wade would never tell him who he really was, and why he would keep letting Nate think about him the way he thought about him, 1 day when Nate's old enough, he'll understand and for now, Wade will always love him and be proud of him, as the man he already is, his son... |
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03/29/2023 10:43 PM
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The Reaper Chapter 4
The Reaper- Chapter 4- Written by Brandon Marko AKA Wade Wilson DPA NWO RIPD Travis said his name again, this time with more distinction than before.. When he said his name out loud, it was like a release even. Travis felt an unusual weight being lifted off his shoulders. He sat back in his chair, and for the first time..He smiled, taking another sip of coffee. He looked at the table and looked back at Tyler. Travis spoke once again, “I want to check out the cemetery tomorrow... If thats OK with you?” It was strange, he asked Tyler if he needed permission to check it out. When in reality, he didn't need to.. Tyler understood and nodded his head. Tyler also knew that Travis needed to in order to move on and that he wanted closer in his life. Tyler didn't really know what or why he was going through, but, he rubbed his eyes and smiled. “We'll go and check it out first thing in the morning.. It's late, for now..let's sleep on it..”Tyler said to Travis. Travis smiled and the two of them rose up from the table and made their way up to go to bed. There are a group of men in an abandoned alleyway, it's late at night. Two men come up to the men, trying to get away. Slowly, they take the man to the ground. Pushing him against the alleyway wall. The cool bricks gave no comfort to the trembling man, the two men were there. Holding the man and hitting him hard in the stomach, causing him to hunch over. The men who were harassing the other man were cops, the same cops who attacked and killed Travis all those years ago. The Man being harassed shook with fear in his voice, trembling while he spoke to the two of them.. “Please...I'll do whatever you want... Just...let me go.. I..I..Won't say anything...to..anyone..” Fear gripped the man's voice while he lay there trembling against the two armed cops. The two cops looking at him laughed harshly and continued roughing him up. The moonlight shines down on the men and their silhouettes come radiating off the moonlight. Their shoulders have two silver badges on their shoulders. Reconfirming they are cops, the badges read N.Y.P.D. On them. They were cops, harassing a man in the alley. The man they were harassing continued to tremble with fear, and one of the cops smiled. You could barely see it through the moonlight. 1 of the cops spoke, his voice sounded dark and angry at the pathetic man's whispering... “Another shipment of cocaine...you managed to piss away...You... were responsible for the missing contents.. the boss is very displeased with this...” Cop 1 said angrily to him, and punched the man's stomach hard. The man doubled over in pain, holding his stomach, he coughed hard and the cop grabbed his hair tightly. Yanking the man's head back against the alleyway wall, Roughly, it smacked his head against the wall, and the man cried out in pain once more. The man they were torturing, winced in pain and a shadowed reflection of fear and pain could be seen on his face. He was breathing heavily and he couldn't escape from their grasp. The other cop stood with his arms crossed, and moved in from the shadows of the alleyway wall. He moved in and we can see the anger on his face. His eyes narrowed, moving his face close to the trembling man now... He brought his hand up to the alleyway wall, near the man's head. The second cop spoke now, anger in his voice as well... “Look at us!!” He yelled at him. The man cried out in fear, squirming, and crying out.. Begging for forgiveness. The cops laughed at the pleading man. The man stood tall, his body was still shaking, but he opened his eyes to see them. He swallowed hard.. and the second cop spoke once again.. “We don't care what you can bring to the table anymore... Coke dealers are a dime a dozen, the boss has no more patience for scum like you.. Zero tolerance for losers, who abandon their shipments of Coke, just because a little heat goes on them...” The second cop said hitting him hard once again. The man coughed in pain once more, scared for his life and hunching over after having been hit hard in the stomach. Blood spattered out of his mouth on one of the cops' blue ties they were wearing. The cop took out a cloth and wiped it off in disgust.. Shaking his head, they stood surrounding the trembling man once more.. The First cop spoke, with darkness and anger in his voice once more.. “Oh.. Tony Tony Tony...Tony..” The First Cop said. The First Cop punches Tony hard in the stomach watching him cough more, and a smile peers on his face once again.. “We really like you, but see The Boss is very displeased about this. He wants to make an example out of you... You see...” The First Cop placed his hand along the man's cheek slowly. It made the man tremble, and wince. While it made both cops smile.. “You see, too many people in this organization have been skipping out on payments, and the shipments... It's a f***ing disgrace..” The First Cop said angrily and punches him harder. Tony cries out in pain once more... The two cops chuckled while the First Cop says once again... “You see my friend..., this whole process and organization.. He built from the ground up.. 15 years it took him to build this.. Now, every gang, every small and big-time gang reports to him. Some would even say.. He's the King Pin..” The Cop says, and punches him repeatedly in his stomach this time, having Tony cry out in pain some more. Tony cries and squirms, but the other cop holds him in place and the last punch. He punches his throat, causing him to cough out blood. Tony begins to breathe heavily. He was gasping for air, while everything started growing dark. He was losing consciousness slowly... Barely able to hold on.. The Second Cop said something this time.. In a cocky, laughing, dark tone to him.. “Everyone is happy with this, every one gets a fair cut. A fair deal.. No one steps out of line. But, sometimes.. That's where we come in, you see sometimes... Some people think..they can go out for business themselves, or get away with sh*t, like the sh*t you were doing... That's where we come in you see.” The Second Cop said, laughing once more at this statement. Coughing more from lack of air, and the cracked ribs... He spat out blood and looked at the two of them.. “You are f***ing cops... Don't...” Tony was about to say, but he got cut off, being punched once more in the throat. Gasping for breath now, tears from the pain were streaming down his face, while he looked on. Fear had been in his eyes once more. A slight, narcissistic tone appeared in the Second Cops' voice as he continued to speak to Tony... “Oh no... we're cops...and that means, that you are breaking the law... we can't have that now can we Tony...” The Second Cop said, holding Tony by the throat and squeezing hard. This time the first cop decided to speak... “You see you pathetic little sh*t, the law is this.. You f*** up the boss's shipment, and you f***ing die... There is no law, except this... Survival... You see..If you don't follow the rules... you f***ing die... This is a message, you little sh*t..” The First cop said with a dark laugh... The First Cop took out a knife and stabbed Tony in his chest, having him scream out in pain. The other cop sliced his throat having the man's screams get cut short. The blood splattered out of his neck, and the man's body thrashed some under the grip of the cop and the cop let the body fall to the ground. The cops stood over the body, their bodies and face from the point of view of the dead body. Cop 1 opens his cell and talks to a mysterious figure. The First Cop speaks into his cell now... “Yeah.. It's done... Do you want us to clean up, or leave it?” He asked, the other side. Wiping the blood off his uniform while his friend lit a Cigarette... “I see, got it... We're going back on our routine patrol... No one saw us... Copy..over...” The First Cop said, hanging up the phone. The First Cop turned to his friend and grinned slyly..... “Boss says, we get a nice bonus for handling this.. He wants us to leave it...” His cop friend smirked... “Let's go, tacos on me...” He said, the other cop laughed walking out of the alley. The cemetery comes into view now, it was a cloudy day so it couldn't really be said what time it was when the two people were there. The cemetery grounds were big, but not so big that a lot of people would visit during the day. The day was cloudy, but the sun's rays showed through the clouds. The two guys walk along the cemetery slowly together. The Two men were, Travis and Tyler. They continue walking along the pathway, the cool air was refreshing but, it didn't seem to help Travis's' mood. He couldn't help, but something was off. It was disconcerting... walking through that cemetery. Travis had felt a strange, uneasiness going through his body. It was weird, he couldn't place his finger on it. It was the day after Tyler had found him, and he hadn't touched the cemetery since then. They were coming across the graves slowly when Tyler had a weird look on his face. He ran towards the grave, and Travis looked on at the weird reaction Tyler gave.. Travis followed in pursuit, and they stopped at a disturbed grave. Tyler had an almost sick look, on his face. The grave slowly comes into their view now, and there is a mound of mud and dirt that had been disturbed lately was still there. There happens to be a faint name across the headstone, over time it had collected moss and other dirt-like materials on the gravestone name. Tyler looked on, apprehension in his voice from the site of the headstone beforehand. “You see this gravestone... It's been recently carved, a fresh grave.. You see the dirt and mud. It's been dug up... And this...” Tyler said, wiping the rest of the gunk away from the name, it read... 'Travis Miles... Dead... June 20, 2013 on it.. Travis walks up to the grave and falls to his knees. Tyler sees what Travis is going through. Travis reads “beloved husband. Honorable Detective”.. Travis' breathing turned heavy, and it almost seemed like it turned into a panicked state. He was breathing heavily, almost on the verge of a panicked attack. He continued breathing heavily, his hands were against the ground. Feeling the dirt and mud, of his open grave. It made Travis slam his hands against the ground, and it made Tyler jump at the reaction Travis gave to this sudden discovery. Tyler recovered from the sudden surprise Travis gave him and stood there watching and waiting for Travis to recover..whenever he was ready. Travis remained on his hands and knees. Scooping the dirt in his hands, he let the dirt fall from his hands against the ground. A cool dust of wind blew the remaining dirt away, it was eerie. It almost was like someone was there watching the two of them. Travis looked around and reached out with trembling hands. Placing them against the top of the headstone... He rose to one knee and sighed softly. Travis's body continued to shake a little, while he spoke quietly. Travis looked on with a blank expression on his face. Travis sighed and said quietly.. “Does...That mean...I'm dead?...” Travis asked the question, but he already knew the answer to that. “I've...been dead for...what...?” Travis asked Tyler, while he remained hunched over, studying the headstone a little more... He looked at Tyler now, “15 years? 15 years... of my f***ing life... gone...!” Travis said angrily, slamming his hand against the headstone. Travis continued to shake, his hand was clenched into a fist now.. “What does that mean... I..what..I'm a ghost?” Travis asked Tyler... He looked at Tyler for guidance, maybe even reassurance. He wasn't sure what he needed, the thought still was pretty hard to understand himself. He looked at the ground and looked at the grave. Tyler thought about that question, and looked at him, he knelt down and placed his hand on Travis' shoulder.. Tyler said quietly to Travis, reassuring him, “I don't know, I know that no Ghost would have eaten the way you did.. if anything... I'd say you were something else...” Tyler said to him. Tyler knew that it wasn't comforting at all. All it would only leave Travis with more questions, than ever. He thought about all that happened, and he thought about the images of him being, tortured and obviously killed. His hands shook once more and clenched his fist together tightly. Travis said darkly while keeping his head lowered, wind blew his hair gently, while he spoke.. “If I died...” He said, looking at the open grave. “Then...why...am..I even here?” Travis asked Tyler.. The last word was faint, even quiet. It was as if, he were even trying to figure it out. He looked at the grave, and then at his own hands. Travis had an image of him catching the wine bottle, and then he heard the same voice appear in his head once more... We'll meet soon... A police station comes into view now.. It's a busy police station, cops, detectives, and all forms of law enforcement were walking around, going about their own business. It's been a busy day because there was a murder the day before. The t.v. Monitors around the halls and outsides of the offices were playing with the news. The news about last night's murder came over the multiple television monitors now. “We have confirmed reports of a homicide in the lower East side District. One Tony Shaw, was murdered in cold blood. Gang-style execution, in what is clearly a message, was sent to the public. One can only suspect as to what that message could be.. All condolences go to Mr. Shaw's family and friends...” The News Reporter said in the t.v. All The cops and other Detectives around the area have a concerned look on their faces. Sam including one of them. He couldn't believe how bad the city has gotten, and it seemed like no matter how much they did. Nothing seemed to go their way, they would put away one murder..Then another would creep up, once again. Sam looked on, you could see the sadness in his eyes. Captain Lewis Myers had been walking into the halls where everyone had been watching. Of course, they were watching. Nearly half of the police and officers in that precinct were dirty. Captain Lewis Myers looked on and he had been flipping through his folder some more. His eyes averted to the t.v. Screens. “You know, I think we can find out something more to do with our time. Gentlemen.. Ladies...”Captain Myers said in a calm, firm tone. This made everyone else go about their daily routines. Captain Myers walked into his office and closed the door. He sat behind his desk and looked at the picture of the family. Trish, holding Sarah... Chris and Travis Jr. sitting there altogether. He then looked at a picture, an old picture. Of himself and Travis, they were in their police uniforms together smiling. He took a deep sigh and leaned back against his leather chair.. Rubbing his eyes, he took in a hard breath. Captain Myers spoke, sadness in his voice while he looked at the picture..“It's been...15...years... and I still remember that day... I should have been there...”Sadness in his voice even more than before.. He looked at his phone and grinned a little.. But, it wasn't because he was sad anymore, the grin was something about something else.. “There hasn't been a day, that hasn't gone by...that I haven't missed you..” Captain Myers said and looked at Trish and the family again. “I hope you know, how hard it's been.. How much I've taken care of them. I wish you could see them, sometimes.. we all can't get what we want..” Captain Myers said once again with another grin on his face.. He was about to continue when Sam interrupted him. He heard the knock on the door, and his office phone rang. It was Trish, he answered it and waved Sam in. Sam, came in and sat down against the leather chair facing the desk. It took about 5 minutes to finish the call when Captain Lewis hung the phone up and sat back down. Taking a sip of coffee, coughing a bit. “Coffee's' older than I am...” Captain Myers grunted and poured his coffee into the wastebasket near his desk. Looking at Sam he grinned. “What can I do you for Sam?” Sam gave a small smile at the statement, and tossed his own folder to the desk. Captain Myers opened his folder and looked. There were signs of excitement in his voice when he spoke to the Captain... “I worked up a profile on our guy, Tony Shaw.. He's a known drug trafficker, for this secret criminal organization. We don't know of the name.. Hell..we didn't even know such an organization existed.. Till now..” Sam said to him. Captain Lewis looked at him, while he flipped through the pages. 'Little punk is more persistent than I thought...have to keep an eye on him...' Captain thought to himself, and then shook his head clear of his thoughts once more. Flipping through the pages, and then looked up at him. “What...? you mean there's an actual organization of crime out there? There's no way... Is there?” Captain Lewis asked him. Sam nodded his head and leaned in looking at the folder. “You see these knife wounds, well there's more. The knife wound could have been enough. But, you see these?” Sam said and pointed to the multiple bruises along the guy's body. “These were shown signs of torture..Before the cutting of his neck, you see..and... To make matter worse, he had been shot once in his head, right in his eyes. You see, it's not gang related.. Gangs are too sloppy in their executions..This was a professional hit. Someone wanted his body to be recovered...clearly, this was meant to be a message to someone...but who is my question...” Sam said, flipping through other parts of the folders, still clearly showing signs of excitement in having a major breakthrough in the murder case. Captain Lewis Myers couldn't help but grin at the evidence Sam had given him. It had been a while, but Sam had reminded him of Lewis and he couldn't help but smile at that. He leaned back and flipped through the folders once more. Studying the material, almost admiring the work these thugs did to this guy.. “This is really great news.. I didn't even know there was an organization like this anymore. At least, not in the U.S. Anyways.. I wonder how far this really goes...” Lewis said while he looked at the paperwork, and then back at Sam.. “That phone call was Trish.. She's making dinner tonight..Ribs, do you want to come? Captain Lewis Myers asked with a grin on his face. He already knew the answer to that. Sam looked at him, thinking about the decision. Captain Myers grinned, “Stop acting like you're going to say no..Besides... I know Sarah would like to see you again..”Sam smiled and nodded his head. It made Captain Lewis Myers smile as well. “Then it's settled, we'll ride home after work together..” There's a mysterious voice that appears out of nowhere, speaking ominously as well... “It's coming.. The process has begun... Soon, all will be explained...Remember...Remember... It's coming... coming...Soon We'll meet... Soon...” The mysterious voice continued on. It was an eerie echo of a voice, and the inside of a bedroom could be seen. It was the guest bedroom. The man had been sleeping on the bed.. The man is known to be Travis Miles. The voices continue to haunt Travis' mind when he wakes suddenly from the dream. At least, he felt it was a dream. Sweat had been pouring down from his brow. It was an intense dream and he was still shaking about it. He looked at the clock, it was 9 in the morning. He smelled bacon and eggs cooking. Travis rose from his bed and stretched. Moving to the mirror he looked at himself and he still saw a stranger looking back. He still couldn't figure out why he was brought back to life. He couldn't understand this. He didn't understand why he was brought back to life, why.. For what purpose..He thought about it, and he also thought about other things. When he smelled the food more, he had gotten himself ready for the day. Travis made his down the stairs and saw Ashley cooking breakfast. He grinned sitting at the table. She saw him and smiled, pouring him a cup of coffee. He smiled and thanked her. “Tyler's' working and Shaun's' at school I suspect? Oh, thank you..” Travis said taking the plate of food and she joined him for breakfast. Ashley joined him. “Well, yeah. You know dad.. He's a workaholic even when he says it's just his retirement job. I have never seen him work harder.. But, I guess..It makes him happy, doesn't know why.. Being happy around dead people, but that's his preference..” She smiled, digging into her food, while musing herself with a magazine she bought the day before. Travis couldn't help but grin at that statement. He continued to eat and take in some coffee when he looked through the paper. Travis smiled some while he swallowed a mouthful of food, and washed it down with some coffee. “I don't think we have been properly introduced have we?” He asked her, reaching out he wiped some syrup Ashley had gotten on the corner of her lip. It made Ashley blush at the gesture, and smile when she spoke.. “ Considering the circumstances...I think that's a passable offense..” she looked down, thinking about his soft hands on her lips once more. It caused her to flush red once more, before returning to the magazine. Hoping Travis hadn't seen it. Ashley continued eating some more of the breakfast and he smiled some more. “I'm Travis Miles... It's nice to finally meet you, Ashley..” Travis said with a hidden grin on his face, shaking her hand. Ashley returned the favor as well. “That seemed a bit forced, it's not the cooking is it?” Ashley asked him. Travis chuckled amusingly at her statement, “Oh no, your cooking is amazing.. I just..well..” He said and stopped eating for a minute... “I...I don't know.. Lately..my life has been a bit Odd..”.. 'I'm not going to tell her I'm dead..' He had been thinking about it, when she interrupted him again. Ashley saw the look Travis had on his face, she placed a gentle hand on his cheek now. Travis closed his eyes and took the gesture, it was calm and soothing. “It must be hard, not knowing exactly who you are.. Then coming to find out, that you are this person. Like, you're living two separate lives. It must be really hard...” Ashley said quietly to him, while she removed her hand slowly from his cheek. Keeping her gaze fixed on his eyes. Travis returned the gaze for a moment, before looking down at his plate.. Travis let out a deep sigh, he knew that she didn't know the half of it. She also didn't know who he really was. Travis returned a half-heartened smile to her, showing her that he appreciated the gesture and she knew he had a lot on his mind. Ashley decided to change the subject this time, “I'm not doing anything today.. Well, I have to go to the bank after breakfast.. Care to be my escort? Ashley asked him. He was very handsome, and it made Ashley's heart flutter at the thought of him being with her. Ashley got up from the table, slowly carrying the dishes. Travis finished his coffee and slowly rose from the table. He helped with the dished and helped her wash off the food, before sticking the dishes in the dishwasher. 'He does dishes too...amazing...' Ashley thought to herself, while she watched him clean them. Travis noticed her staring and smiled, she returned the smile back. “I'd love to.. Besides, and don't tell your father this... but the company..is far more enjoyable than your father..” Travis said with a smile on his face, placing the last dish in the washer before drying his hands. Ashley couldn't help but blush and smile at the statement. She chuckled a little, giving him a playful push. “Don't worry about that, Your secrets safe with me..” Ashley said with a smile on her face. Travis smiled back, they dried their hands off and got ready to head to the bank. Travis gets into the passenger side of the car, and they take off. Ashley had been listening to some music with him, when the radio interrupted with news about that murder that happened last night. “Can you believe such things still happen in this city.. It makes me worry about the future sometimes...” Ashley said to Travis. Travis merely nodded his head in response to her, 'Me too..' Travis thought to himself, while they continued on to the bank. A few hours down the road, they both arrive at a typical average bank. On a normal bank day, it was pretty busy for it only being 10 in the morning. It was 10 by the time Ashley and Travis arrived at the bank. The bank tellers around certain parts of the bank were handling particular business transactions with other bank patrons. Security cameras were placed around the bank and a vault was opened in the corner to handle some safety deposit box transactions as well. Travis and Ashley were standing in line waiting to be served. The wait seemed to take forever, Travis was never a patient man. Even when he was alive, some traits just follow you into the afterlife. Travis rolled his eyes and looked at his watch. Ashley couldn't help but smile. “You remind me of Shaun Jr., he hates waiting in line..” Travis gave a smirk and looked at the clock. Speaking in a slightly agitated tone of voice.. “ Something me and the kid has in common, then.. “ He said with a smile to her, before he lets out a groan after seeing how long it takes for the tellers to complete their business. “ I would have made a sandwich, had I known it would take all day...”Travis said. It made Ashley smile more, shaking her head while she whispered quietly, “men..” Travis let his voice trail off when he noticed a white van pull up. His cop instincts began to kick in and were coming back to memory now. Travis could tell that something was wrong. 6 men came out of the van, the bank wasn't that large and there weren't many lights hanging over head either. He took Ashley by the hand and walked her out of the line. Travis had good instincts even when he was a Detective, but this was something else. Almost like it was a sixth sense, he could tell when something bad was about to happen and it was going to happen in the bank. Ashley began to speak quietly, confusion in her tone of voice.. “What's going on?” She asked him quietly, a bit nervously as well. Ashley was about to say something else when she had gotten interrupted. By the 6 men, they brought out AK-47s. The leader brought out a magnum and approached the two security guards in the bank. There were 15 people plus staff there at the bank. The leader shot both of the security guards in the head. Directly in between the eyes. They fall to the ground and everyone begins to scream in terror. Travis brought Ashley down behind one of the solid tables that you couldn't see underneath them. You could barely see their eyes, as they look on. The men started shooting everywhere, having the clients and bank tellers duck for cover. “Listen, whatever happens next..Promise me you'll stay hidden..” Travis said to Ashley... Ashley had a scared look on her face while she remained hunched behind the table with Travis.. “Wait? Where are you going?” She asked him, seeing him sneak off away from her..The people in the bank were still crying and screaming, when they were moved to the side of the walls, to be controlled. The tellers remained behind the long desk of the bank. You could hear the whimpers and cries of the hostages. The leader shoots some of the lights out with his Magnum while the people in the bank start to quiet down.. “Can I get some f***ing peace here...!” The Leader shouted and pointed his gun at them. This made them quiet down, and The Leader smiled... “Good... now.. Can I have your attention please...” The people were still whimpering, when one of his henchmen brought his gun out and shot the ceiling. Having everyone quiet and jump, including the leader. Ashley looks on while the Leader speaks once again while looking at the goon who shot the gun in the air.. “Was that really necessary?” He asked the man, the man shrugged, and it made The Leader roll his eyes. “I mean really, scare the sh*t out of me..” The Leader shook it off and looked back at the rest of the patrons in the bank. “Now...Many of you know, that this is a hold-up... We don't want to shed any more blood although we are very good at it..Well, wait we don't right?” He asked his men, and then back to the patrons like his men had a choice and shrugged.. “Anyway... we are making a transaction, which would like to go over smoothly here...We'd like to have everyone have a nice day...So, please..no sudden movements.. It makes my men antsy...” The Leader said to them all. The men pointed their weapons at the people, and the people countered once more. Ashley looked on from behind the counter table, seeing Travis sneaking around keeping out of sight.. “Hope you know what you're doing...” Ashley said quietly... Travis seemed to hear her and nodded his head in her angle.. Travis was thinking the same thing. He couldn't help but have this feeling in him, it was something different. It was almost compelling him to do something, he would have done something anyways... It was in his nature, but this was different. Travis clenched his fist tightly, and his eyes narrowed. He looks at the 4 security cameras placed at the corners of the bank and knew one was in the vault. Travis' eyes were scanning the bank, 5 guys, from the look of them... They're big and dumb, not combat-worthy..The leader may be a problem...however... Travis was thinking when he was studying the crowd of people, a voice appeared in his head. You know what needs to be done...Don't fight the urge...give in...give in...Do what needs to be done... The mysterious voice continued to go on in his head. It made Travis fall to his knees, and place his hands on his head. Ashley was still looking on when Ashley and Travis heard a gunshot go off. A teller, a woman, middle-aged, hunched over the teller's desk and fall to the floor dead. More screams and whimpers of fear came throughout the bank, the smoke residue from the magnum of the leader once again. He cracked a smile. As we see the men going around the bank emptying the vault. They carried the money to the 3 guys in the van, loading it up. Frustration in The Leader's voice as he spoke now.. “As I said before...we don't want any problems...The Leader's voice calmed down now. “No one needs to be a hero here..” His men move about the bank, continuing to take the money. “This bank branch is insured.. That woman..made her own choice, which was stupid...But, nevertheless... she made the choice...We got about 15 minutes before the cops come. I suggest we hurry it up now... “ The Leader said, musing himself with one of the signs at the front of the line now. Ashley looked at where Travis had been, and she saw that there was no one there. The remaining lights that weren't shot out, could be seen being hit by a weird object. They still work but they flicker now. The hostages look on in wonder at what's going on. The leader as well, through his mask. The men stop to look at the lights, and at the leader as well.. The Leader speaks in a calm voice... “No worries, back to work...” The men continue to take out the cash, and Travis continues to sneak around the teller's desk and other desks as well. One of the men standing guard, he's barely seen through the flickering lights. Travis' arms reach up around the man's throat, grabbing him quickly taking the man down. Without making a sound, there was a brief struggle but it ended quickly. Travis knocks the man out, and he's barely breathing. Travis rises slowly from his position to one knee and then keeps his head lowered. His head rises slowly, and his eyes are narrowed and focused. The flickering lights give him an eerier quality than they normally would. He takes off quickly again, and it almost seems like he disappeared in the lights. Like a wraith in the night, he disappeared, and the two men who were walking around the bank, money in their hands, made their way closer to the exit door. Travis sneaks up behind them, slowly. They're talking about the lights in a hushed whisper when an eerie ghost-like version of Travis raises up behind them. With each attack Travis makes, he looks more different than his normal appearance. His face looks whiter, more transparent in a way. His movements are that of a dead corpse like a ghost wraith as well. Extending his hands, he grabs the two men, and quickly bashes their heads together. Having them fall to the ground, with a quiet grunt. That left 2 men left, plus the leader and the 3 men outside. The leader was walking around, he couldn't see his men on the ground because of the flickering lights. One of the men broke away from the two men in the bank and started walking towards the vault area where his brothers had been taken out. The man tripped over the man who had been knocked out. He looked down and saw it was one of his buddies. He was about to call out to his leader when he saw Travis standing there grinning. The man standing there with the gun, let a loud scream having it cut short by Travis. His hand closed around the man's face, and Travis sent the man crashing to the floor. The man had let out a couple of rounds of shots from his AK, having it light up the bank and the other hostages screamed in fear. The man standing next to his leader friend looked on in the dark area of the bank, seeing the lights flicker on and off. The man standing next to the Leader, he had a scared look on his face, while his gun remained drawn. Shaking in his hands, “What the Hell? Jenson... Jenson!!!” He looked at the Leader, fear in his eyes.. “What the Hell...Where the Hell is everyone? What the Hell is going on?” The Man nervously asked, his gun still shaking in his hand. The leader grabbed the man roughly pulling him close and whispered in an agitated tone of voice. Anger mixed with the tone of his voice as well.. “Listen you piece of sh*t.. We didn't get this far to turn back because some hick teller wants to play cowboy...The boss ain't going to be too pleased when he finds out that we pussed out, because some Samaritan, decided he wants to play cowboy.. We're almost out of here, and I won't be the jackass who has to go tell the boss we failed at a simple bank robbery...” The Leader angrily said, shoving the man aside roughly. It nearly made the man fall to the ground. The man nervously shook his head, in agreement with that statement. He made his way to the bank vault when the leader heard the man's screams of terror get cut short. The man who had taken him out could be seen in the shadows. The Leader can't see his face, all he could see is the silhouette of his body and his fists. A cocky smirk could be seen on his face, but that's all he could see. The leader calls it on his radio. Now, he's more than angry. He's a little freaked out by what he saw, “Now...I don't know..if you're new in town or have a death wish... But, you have no idea who you're messing with!” The man in the shadows grins darkly once more, apparently not scared or convinced by his threat. Not taking it seriously, then two of his men run up to the leader with their machine guns drawn. They open fire at the man in the shadows, and the crowd of hostages cowers in fear. Covering their heads for protection from the wildfire that the guns were giving off. The man in the shadows ran off and dove behind the teller's desk, the men who had continued to fire on the desk had run out of bullets. The smoke residue comes off the muzzles of their AKs, they drop their clips and reload another round. One of the men speaks in a thick northern accent. “ Shall we lay another round in him, boss? No way anyone could survive that...” He said, loading another mag back into his gun, keeping it drawn on that spot. The Leader looked at the teller's desk with trepidation in his eyes. Seeing all the bullet holes against the wood grain of the desk seemed to put a slight smile on his face yet the nervous look remained the same. The emergency lights kicked back on and the crowd still crouching in fear. The leader wasn't stupid, he was more intelligent than his henchmen were. He knew the man whoever he was, was out of reach. He heard the cop sirens in the background. The Leader spoke in a more calm and confident tone of voice than before.. “Naw..let the rat stew, we have what we need...” He said looking into the security camera that was pointing at him. A mysterious figure in the shadows watching the security footage at a desk. All that could be seen is the mysterious figure's arms. Covered in a suit, clicking off the security footage. Travis hunkered down behind the desk with Ashley now. The leader cracked a smile and made a hand motion. “Clear out now! Leave the rest...” The Leader said, referring to his killed comrades. They take off, and the van peels out of the parking lot. Near the outside of the bank a few moments later the cops arrive with fire trucks and ambulances as well. All the cops and medical E.M.Ts come running into the bank once again seeing all the hostages being helped by the cops. The corners were taking off all the dead hostages and robbers the mysterious figure killed. He left no one alive behind, with few minimal casualties. Ashley whispered to Travis, “Where were you through all of this?” Ashley asked while she was giving the police her official statement. Travis was giving his own statement while avoiding the cameras on the t.v. Crew giving a fake name as well. “We're done now...” Travis said to the cop who had been trying to get more information out of the two. The cop nodded his head and took off to question more people. Travis took Ashley by the hand, and they quickly made their way out of the bank. Avoiding the cameras and news people there. They were driving back to Ashley's' home when she looked at Travis again. Travis looked on, he knew that she was expecting an answer. He also couldn't shake the voice in his head, that had been going on. Do what needs to be done.. Don't fight that urge in you...We'll be meeting soon.. The voice kept, echoing through his head. Travis looked on through the window and then heard what Ashley had asked him. He looked at her and cracked a smile. “Well.. It's quite simple.. I went off to fight the guys and kicked their asses..”He thought to himself. “I use to be a cop, and I knew there was a panic button underneath the teller's desk. They have one under each computer station at the bank. I waited till the lights were flickering on and off... And the chaos started, to push the button. That's why the cops even came when they did. I'm sorry if I worried you..But, something had to be done...”He said to her. Travis saw the skeptical look on her face, and then she returned it to the road. He looked back out the window. Thinking about what had happened. He looked at his hands, he killed those men. The urge to kill them had been even stronger than ever. It was like, something in him had been telling him to do this. He opened and closed his hands and saw the city skyline through the window as they continued down the highway back to the burbs and to Ashley's' house. There were still so many questions that needed to be answered.. “Who was he, how did he get these powers?” All these questions were going through his head, and he knew that what he had done at the bank had made a huge impact on the world today. The world was a darker place than he remembered. They were in the future, yet everything remained the same. He saw images of a young girl laughing and playing with him.. He saw flashes of a woman with him as well, pregnant and laughing at the two playing. Trish?...Sarah?... He thought to himself, remembering their names and faces.. Then he heard another voice in his head. It was the same that had been going through his head in the bank. Travis thought in his head, “Whose there? What do you want?” The voice in his head said a little shaky, unsure of itself to the mysterious stranger it was meeting in his subconscious. The mysterious voice started speaking, it was an eerie sound, that seemed to echo throughout the confines of Travis' head. “The life you knew, the life you once had... is now gone...” When the voice is saying this, there are images of his family, and his life that begin to melt away. “The world is a terrible place..full of evil and corruption... You have been chosen..”The Mysterious voice continued to speak to him, he wasn't scared of this voice. Even though it was eerie sounding, it sounded female. To him anyways.. A strange symbol, a strange creature in his head appears slowly. “This is your destiny, you have been chosen...”The female voice said in his mind once more. It was Travis who spoke this time in his head, they were still driving down the street. Travis must have nodded off to sleep. “Chosen...? For what...? I..I..Never wanted any of this..” They continued down the road, and pain could be heard in his voice, sadness and sorrow could be felt as well. There had also been a kind of defiance mixed in as well. The Mysterious female voice continued, Travis had forgotten they were driving down the road. He fell asleep next to her, and she let him rest. “When your body was destroyed and you left Earth...your soul sought out vengeance for what was done to you. You had no choice in the matter. Your soul made the deal, and that's why you came back.. That's why you're here...the moment you were destroyed, the moment the life left your body...the deal was made...the contract was signed...We'll be meeting soon...” The Voice faded soon, but not from memory. He was woken up suddenly by a hand on his shoulder. He woke up suddenly, startled by the hand on his shoulder. Travis's breathing was heavy when he looked around and noticed he was in the car with Ashley. He let out a sigh of relief when Ashley spoke to him.. “Sorry to wake you...you seemed peaceful.. I didn't want to wake you up..” She said to him, stopping the car at the house driveway. She said softly smiling at him. He looked at her, suddenly and then looked at the house they were at. He looked and took a deep breath. Ashley could see the look Travis had on his face, and she was concerned herself. “Bad dream...?” She asked him while she stopped the car. Travis looked out the window in the garage, “You have...no..idea...” Travis said. He gave her a reassuring look, which seemed to satisfy her for now anyway. She got out of the car, and he stayed in the seat for a minute. Looking at himself in the mirror, “Why me?....Why?” He asked himself once again. Inside another familiar home setting, was The home of Trish. Everyone was getting ready to eat dinner. Trish was preparing dinner in the kitchen when she felt something strange in her heart, and she heard, “Why me?... Why? It was rib night and Sam was there as well. It was later that day, in the evening. Sarah came into the kitchen now, seeing her mother standing there lost in thought with a knife in her hand. “Not planning on a killing spree are we mom?” Sarah asked her. This seemed to snap Trish out of her trance, and she looked over at Sarah who began helping her out with the food. Trish looked at the knife and shook her head. “Sorry, something was on my mind.. let's get the food out before they turn into animals and eat each other..” Trish said, Sarah laughed and carried out the food to them. Trish looked on in the mirror and saw a faint image in the window. “Trav...?” She thought to herself before the image disappeared. She shrugged it off and continued on with the dinner. Lewis is in the living room watching Sam wrestle with the kids Travis and Chris. They were giving him more than he could handle, and he couldn't help but continue to laugh. The t.v. Had been on, but it had been on mute. We go back to watching Trish and Sarah cook together. They were hearing the kids and Sam wrestling in the living room, hearing their loud noises. Sarah shook her head, while she came back to get more food.. “You'd think, they're killing someone in there..” She said, while It made Trish smile she still had the thought that someone was watching her in her mind. She shrugged it off but once again, had thoughts of her former husband Travis. She looked at the t.v. And saw the news come on. She flipped the volume up, hearing the news reporter talk. “Guys! You need to see this!” Trish shouted to everyone in the room. Lewis and Sam came running into the kitchen followed by the boys who sat down at the table. Lewis and Sam sat on the island. Sarah handed him a beer. Sam smiled, thanking her, calling her “sweetie” it made Lewis and Trish smile at each other while the News Reporter spoke through the microphone. “ What can only be described as an incredible shock today, we stand here outside the bank. Today, this bank had been robbed, 15 people were held hostage.. 2 security guards were gunned down, as well as a female bank teller..But, that's not what has people buzzing all over the Internet and all around the world. The Silent Avenger... Is what people have dubbed this man... This bank was held up by 6 men,” there are signs of men being taken down by a mysterious figure, the flickering lights they couldn't see his face. All the cameras could see was him taking out the men single-handed.. “This man not only stopped the crime, but he had also saved the lives of 15 civilians today. Law enforcement officials refuse to comment on this vigilante, however, we can assume.. He's on the side of justice, and in a world, this corrupted...It's about time, is all this reporter has to say...It's about time...” The Reporter was continuing to say, when Trish turned the t.v. Off for everyone to sit down for dinner. Sarah said in an impressed tone to her voice, “I think it's cool... To be honest, people need to start standing up for things around here... The world is a dark place, I just wish..More people would be like that guy..” She said, handing the boys some veggies, seeing them feed them to the dog when she passed the plate to everyone else. Lewis and Sam looked at each other. They started to eat as well when it was Lewis who spoke this time. The boys remained quiet while they were eating and texting on their smartphones at the same time under the table. Lewis Myers spoke this time, his tone of voice was hard to read while he ate. “ I don't think he's much of a hero... Well, he did save those hostages... He killed all those men, without even thinking about it...” He said digging into his ribs, taking a pause he cleaned himself and took a drink of beer. “I think this guy is foolish...The only thing that's going to happen for this guy, is that he's going to get caught by us.. Or whoever had been in charge of that bank job, will take notice and hunt him. Either way..He's a dead man... Do you want to know why there aren't any heroes in the world? The world can't accept them... “ “They see this man as a hero now, but give it time..they will hate him, and turn on him. No one takes the law into their own hands. I don't think this is an isolated incident, I think we're going to see more of this man... I just hope he knows what he's doing...Because sooner or later... it'll come crashing down...” Lewis said, while taking another bite of food, getting on the boys for feeding the dog at the table. The rest of them continued to eat their dinner and finished the meal. Sarah looked on at Sam and he smiled back at her, they finished their dinner and decided to head out for the evening. Ashley and Trish didn't live very far from the outside of the city, it was about a 20-minute drive across the highway, into the burbs. The city was close to them, they wanted to live outside the city but not too far away where Lewis could get to work quickly if he needed to. Sam had an apartment in the city as well, and that's where Sarah and he were headed. They were driving in his car, it was getting darker when they were making their way to the city. Travis had been sitting alone in his room. It was dark, but he had a light on, giving a soft glow of light from the light bulb. A man entered the room and sat down on the bed next to Travis. It was Tyler again, Travis looked at him and gave a half-heartened smile to him. Tyler sat next to him. Tyler looked on and spook quietly, at the t.v. Was on but the volume was turned down low, Travis hadn't really felt like watching. Tyler spoke calmly to him... “ I heard about the bank robbery today... Don't worry, Ashley doesn't know, but, you forget... I saw the grave..same as you did. I know that it was you son... and I also know it was you who did that to those poor men there..” Tyler said to him, turning his gaze back to the t.v. “I..killed those men... without even thinking about it.. Not very heroic...” Travis said to him, looking down at his hands with a sigh. Tyler placed a hand on his shoulder, “It was a very heroic thing you did. Not only did you save my daughter's life.. You saved the lives of all those other people, if you hadn't killed those men, they would have killed everyone.. Because of what you did, my grandson can say goodnight to his mother..I just wanted to say, that I'm proud of what you've done.” “I know, whatever changes you're going through..Must be difficult...But, know you have a friend to talk to... I'll keep your secret, my friend, however, Silent Avenger. Sounds kind of tacky in my opinion, I'd drop that name..” He got up, which made Travis smile at the statement. Tyler looked back at Travis and tossed him a pair of keys. “I have seen you eyeballing it, it's the least I can do..Besides...getting too old to ride her anyways...” Tyler grinned and walked out of the room. Travis sat back down and continued to think. He thought about everything he did at the bank, and how it was the right thing to do. If he caught them, they'd go to jail and be out in a month doing the same thing they were put away for in the first place... Travis continued to think when his thoughts wandered elsewhere... Sam and Sarah arrived at Sams' apartment. They decided to go to a movie and they wanted to walk, the theater was close to his apartment, so they decided to walk. The theater was close to their apartment and they walked to the movies. Travis had been in his bedroom and a searing pain washed through his head. It made him hunch over, and clutch his head. He groaned intensely from the pain from the sudden attack, and he sees image randomly flash around his mind. Travis rose to his feet, and clutches his head once again. His eyes roll in the back of his head and all he sees are the whites of his eyes now. He sees random flashes again, and he sees two people now..a woman and a man being attacked by four men in an alley. It was Sarah and Sam, they were being attacked. Travis continued seeing these images, hearing their pain and cries of torture, feeling it deep within his body. Travis cried out in pain while falling to the floor on his knees. “What's..going on? What's happening..to me?” Travis asked himself. Travis stands up a bit shaky from the intense visions and stumbles over to the vanity desk that was there, looking at the mirror. More images of the same people were seen flashing through his head now. Travis grabbed his hair and slammed his fist on the furniture. The Mysterious female voice comes back to his thoughts once more, when he sees the people in trouble. “These people...are in need of help.. what you are seeing is the future.. This ability is an ability you will learn to hone over time and practice... Whenever someone is in trouble, you will get a feeling.. you will receive the knowledge of his and the foresight in order to help them before such events take place. This is known as Angel Sight... this ability will help you on your quest.. These people...need your help... it's time...time to go...Safe journey on your travels...” The Mysterious voice said, fading away from his head and own thoughts leaving him to his own. The pain in his head subsided but the nagging feeling was still there. He saw the location and he knew where he had to go. He went into the garage and smiled, it was a black, Harley motorcycle. He kicked the license plate off the end of the bike and backed it out of the garage. He put on his black helmet and tinted visor, wearing a black leather jacket and black boots. He peeled out of the driveway and rode into the night. It was dark but he could see, he could see everything clearly. He knew his mission, and he hoped he wasn't late. He was wearing black leather gloves while he continued to ride down the road, we see flashes of the event beginning to happen. Sam could handle himself, but these guys were bigger than him and there were 4 of them. Sam was trying to protect Sarah but he was getting beat up by the two men while the other men were holding Sarah watching and laughing. It didn't seem like it had taken that long to get there, because he could see it happening before and he made it just in time to see them being beaten on. He kept the bike idle Sarah looked on at the man with a pleading look in her eyes. Sam had been breathing heavily, one eye was opened and the other had been punched shut. One of the scumbags looked on and spoke angrily to him, “This ain't none of your business friend.. Piss off, before something bad happens..” He said while he went back to concentrating on the two. Travis said nothing at first, staring at them through his helmet. Travis's right fist clenched in his glove and he spoke in a dark voice, quietly.. “Actually...it is...” The other men looked on and leaned in.. “What was that? Couldn't quite make that out...” He said. Travis stared on still.. Getting off his bike slowly, he made his way to them. His walk almost was like a glide.. Sam tried to move when he got kicked again, groaning more. Sarah shook herself free and knelt down to him. Travis walked up to them, making the four men back off of Sarah and Sam. Sam tried to move to adjust himself in a better position where she held onto him. Travis stood in between the four men and the two victims. Keeping his helmet looking at them, Sarah looked on. The fear and terror had been replaced in her eyes, now it seemed like she was curious and relieved as well. One of the men threw a punch at Travis, he caught the man's fist in his own hand. He used that man's fist to connect to the other man's face. Having that man crash against the wall, falling to the ground. Travis still had the man's hand in his fist, squeezing harder, causing the man to scream in pain. Two other men on the right and left side of the leader ran to Travis, and he dodged their attacks while holding onto the man's hand. He kicked one hard in the stomach and sent the other crashing into the wall as well. The man that remained hunched over from the kick, he spun-kicked the man whose fist he was holding into the man who had been hunched over. The kick was so powerful that it sent the two men crashing into the other wall. They actually made a crack in the brick alleyway wall and slumped over.. He looked at the man, their leader. He made his way to the leader, and kicked his knee hard, breaking it and having him fall to the ground in pain. He was backing away slowly, while Travis continued to walk slowly toward him. The Leader of the group, fear in his voice begged him.. “Please...Mercy..” He spat out in pain again, backing away slowly. Travis broke another bone in his body, causing the man to cry out in pain. Travis spoke out in a dark and angered tone to the guy... “Mercy...” He broke another bone in his foot, causing the man to scream.. “Would you have given mercy to these kids?” He grabbed the man's collar, hoisting him up in the air, and pushing him against the wall. His voice raised in anger again “Tell Me! Would you have given mercy to these kids!”He yelled darkly, punching the man in the stomach.. Whispering darkly to the man, hunched over in pain.. “That's what I thought...” He felt the man squirm against his grasp, and he felt a voice in his head, telling him to do it..Do it... He continued holding the man in the air, and he felt something in him grow.. He grabbed the man's throat, squeezing the life out of him. Travis remembered the men at the bank he killed, so easily. Not thinking about their lives and families, or the consequences of his soul for doing that... He fought and wrestled with the urge to kill him when Travis said in his dark voice... “No...” Travis said darkly, and punched the man hard in his stomach, knocking him out. He let the man fall to the ground. He turned his helmet back to Sarah.. “I suggest you call the cops, they'll be out for a while until they get here. He'll be alright...” Travis said darkly through his helmet, he looked at Sam. He started walking off to his bike, and he got back on, kicking the foot stand up. Sarah came to him and asked him something. She was still a bit shaky from the attack, nervous tone could be heard in her voice when she spoke to the strange man before her. “Who are you?” She asked quietly to him. Travis thought that over for a moment, and it just came to him. It was like it had been a part of a deep sleep, a beast that had been quietly laying dormant until now. He grinned through his helmet visor. In his dark and somewhat eerie voice, Travis spoke now.. “Call me...The Reaper...”He said darkly and took off on his motorcycle into the night. Disappearing into the night's' sky, like a Ghost. Leaving no trail that he was even there, to begin with. Sarah looked on watching while she went back to Sam, dialing her phone she called the police, waiting for them to get there.
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The Reaper Chapter 3
The Reaper: Chapter 3- Written by Brandon Marko AKA Wade Wilson DPA NWO RIPD ----------------- The Reaper- Chapter 3 Written by Brandon Marko AKA Wade Wilson DPA NWO RIPD A man is seen stumbling away from the grave site. He's in tattered clothes, the resemblance of an old police uniform. They were tattered and shredded, barely covering his body. He walked slowly, nearly tripping over himself, not being used to walking. The caretaker was in his office asleep, When the man knocked on the window, stumbling through the door. The caretaker saw how dead the man looked and let out an intense scream. Shaky hands went to try and help the man when he stumbled. The man shrugged him off and held onto the desk. Breathing heavily, his long black hair covered his face stained with blood, water, and dirt. He looked like a ghost, his body moved like a wraith or spirit of the night. He was nervous, and scared, not knowing where he was. The man shouted, his voice hollow, even eerie.. Filled with sorrow and mourning like a ghost, but fueled with anger and fire. “What's the date!!? The...The..the.. Year?!!!” He slammed his fist on the desk in anger, causing the whimpering caretaker to whimper more. The caretaker looked on worried, he spoke up. Stammering a little at first, before regaining some form of courage. Seeing this man wasn't here to harm him, he was only frightened about something. It was in the Caretaker's' nature to help those in need, he was a kind old man and he knew this young man was in some kind of trouble. The Caretaker spoke this time, not afraid of him, but concerned for the man's well-being. “May, 20th,2029” “Are you in some kind of trouble young man?” The Caretaker asked, seeing the state of the man once again. This came as a great shock to Travis and he stumbled back against the wall of the little shack they were in. He clearly sounded upset, and the hair was matted all across the figure's face. He didn't understand what was happening to him, he couldn't, he didn't realize he was dead, he didn't realize who he was. Travis, breathing slowed down a bit as his senses came back to him. Travis looked at the man through a covered face with hair and looked on. Sighing a bit, “I...” Travis was about to say, upon seeing visual images of men beating the Hell out of him. Travis tried to block one of the men's attacks, having a Caretaker see a weird look on his face, when Travis fell back once again, against the wall. Travis took in another deep breath and screamed hard, falling to his knees. His hands clutched his matted hair, while he cried out. The Caretaker could see he was upset, he walked around and placed a hand on his shoulder. Giving Travis the first real comfort he had in years. Travis calmed down and took a breath.. Calmly, with a dark tone in his voice.. “I...don't...remember...anything..” he said solemnly, looking down at the ground. The Caretaker continued to remain there and saw, something on the guy's clothing. He wasn't wearing his cop uniform but the badge he was wearing. “You gave me quite a fright young man, It's not every day I receive a visitor at this late of an hour..I...” He looked again and saw once more. “Are you a police officer?”The Caretaker asked the man, with the mangled-up badge on his chest. Now, he carried two kinds of badged, the one given was from his chest, this one was placed on him when he was buried. It was the broken badge he wore that night being attacked. Travis tried to remember if he was or not, but all he had gotten was a searing headache. He clutched his hands on his head and screamed loud in pain. Nearly collapsing to the floor in pain once again, the old Caretaker comes to help Travis back to his feet, and Travis smiles slightly. He takes a deep breath and rubs his head slightly. Through a trembling voice, Travis spoke a bit shaky at first. Clearly, showing signs that he had been through a terrible ordeal, in his weakened state. “I..Don't know anymore.. what is real.. or what's not... I...don't know..” Travis stammered trying to regain a sense of where he was. He sighed and took some water down, that the Caretaker had given him. It spilled down his shirt from not being used to drinking anything for a long time. Travis even coughed some of the water up, he looked back at the man who asked him that question about being a cop and sighed, looking at his own hands with his head slumped down..”I could be...But...I don't remember who I am... I need your help..” Travis looked on at the old man, giving him a pleading look now as some of his hair had fallen away from his face. He held the cup in his hand, and his head remained lowered. He had a sad look on his face. And a personality like a spirit would. He also felt that he didn't belong in that time or place. Travis looked at the old man again and the old man felt sorry for him. With the look in Travis' eyes, the old man knew that he could trust him. Travis had that way about himself with people, that was one of the reasons why he was such a good Detective. People knew he was a straight shooter, and the old man smiled. It had started to rain and he grabbed an old blanket. Wrapping it around Travis.. Tyler Anderson spoke now, smiling as he wrapped the blanket around Travis' body. “There.. that's better... Wouldn't want you to catch your death of cold now young man.. It looks like, you could use a warm meal and a soft bed. My daughter will have dinner ready by now.. She's about your age, she'd be happy to meet you, Oh,” He extends his hand. “I'm Tyler Anderson, I'd ask your name.. But, we'll get to that later. Right, now..Let's get you fed and washed up.” Tyler said to him. Travis thanked the man and followed him to his car. He couldn't remember anything, out of the corner of his eyes he saw the empty grave where he had risen, but couldn't see that it was empty. Travis just saw the grave, as they drove off in Tyler's' truck heading off towards his daughter's home. The ride to Tyler's' home was quiet, Travis sat looking out at the rain. Travis saw his reflection, but it didn't feel like it was himself. He kept trying to remember who he was, but all that had been coming to him had been a fogged haze in his mind. He kept hearing a voice in his head, echoing and sounding far off, saying, “Remember,” It kept a constant echo, and he suddenly woke up very quickly. His eyes darting around the truck, panic nearly gripped him while he jumped out of his seat a little. Tyler had placed his hand on his shoulder to wake him up gently. “Sorry, didn't mean to wake you, but we're here..” He said quietly, getting out of the truck. Walking up to the house, Travis looked on and sighed. Rubbing the temples of his eyes, he had gotten out of the truck as well and followed the old man to the house. Images of another home started appearing in Travis' mind. With each step he took, when he gazed upon the house, it looked familiar... It was almost like he was stepping into his own home the way he was looking at it.. He remembers seeing Trish there, standing in front of the house waiting for him. The house he was being taken into was his old home, Travis used to live there... 'How can this be? Am I dreaming.?' He asked himself as the rain started showing signs of dying down when he had gotten out of the truck. It felt refreshing in a way. It was almost as though the water from the rain, had begun cleaning his soul, his spirit. “I use to live here...” He said to no one but himself, he didn't want the old man to know this use to be his home yet. It had been a long time since then, and the old man would think he was crazy. A young boy opened the door to greet the two of them, upon seeing the two walk up he yelled in excitement... “Grandpa's home!” Shaun yelled with excitement and ran towards his grandpa. Jumping in his arms, Tyler laughed hugging him tightly. “You been good today kid?” He asked him. Shaun laughed and answered.. “Not at all Gramps..” Tyler laughed.. “Good boy..giving your mother a hard time again I see..” Tyler said, “Go in now.. don't want you to catch a cold..” He said.. Shaun ran in while Travis came walking up the steps. “My grandson.. little firecracker he is..” Tyler said with a smile on his face. Footsteps could be heard, echoing off the hardwood floor. A young child around the age of 10 comes running back up to him. A woman is following close behind him, and the child leaps into Tyler's' arms once more, having the woman shake her head. Shaun Jr. excitement still beaming in his voice, while they walked in.. “Gramps..we were wondering when you'd get home.. Mom's made dinner..” he said and suddenly stopped talking for a moment upon seeing the strange man before him. He turned his head into his Grandpa's' chest, shy. It made Travis smile and suddenly images of a young girl came across his mind now... She was half the age he was, she was laughing and she was playing with someone..But, he couldn't see who, and he couldn't remember who the little girl was. A beautiful woman comes walking into the room, looking at Travis and then at Tyler. Showing concern on her face at the lateness of the hour. Tyler smacks his head and sets his grandson down... “Oh...where are my manners... Forgive me...Ashley...this young man, is going to be staying with us for a while...He's...well.. a little out of sorts, and I offered him a place to stay until he could get back on his feet.” He said, this seemed to please Shaun as he took off towards the living room.. Ashley however, needed a little more convincing.. “Bringing home strays again huh dad? Well, at least you won't need your shots...” She said smiling, taking Travis's hand in shaking it. Hiding her concerns in front of Travis, while she turned to walk back inside... The two men followed her as well.. “Dinner is in 30, you, look terrible.. towels and bathroom can be found upstairs in the guest room.. You can make yourself comfortable until then..” She said kindly to him and took off back to the kitchen. The smell was amazing, Travis hadn't eaten anything in what seemed like an eternity. Travis watched her leave, after thanking her, and made his way up the stairs. Closing the door behind him, Tyler went back into the kitchen snaking a snack before dinner when Ashley gave him a stern concerned look.. “It's just a cookie...I know that look..” Tyler said to her. “You get that from your mother, God rest her soul...” Tyler said, eating the cookie. Concern in her voice once more, after continuing the tending of dinner.. “Now..Look...you have no business in bringing home a stranger..How do you even know you can trust him? He looks...bad...” Ashley said.. What she meant was that he didn't look evil, he just looked to be on his deathbed. Ashley had every right to be concerned, she and her son lived alone in the house. They moved back in with her father after her husband had died in the army. He had served in Iraq, and had gotten killed over there. It was too hard for her to live on her own, and she needed her father to help and give him support for herself. Tyler shook his head now, peaking in the pots before Ashley slammed them down looking at her father.. He was impossible, just like her son in every way, it was like she was raising two kids. Tyler spoke to her in a hushed whisper... “Now, Ashley look. I know you have a perfect right to be concerned..But, something in me told me he needed help. It felt like the right thing to do. I think this young man is some kind of cop, the way he moves and the way he was dressed.” “I was a cop in the day, and I know my kind when I see them. He looks like he's been through Hell and he needs some time to get his barrings. Shaun would have wanted it that way... “Tyler said to her.. It made her drop the ladle back in the pot and leaned over the oven sighing a little.. “I'm sorry..” Tyler said to her...placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. She took it and sighed again. Tyler knew that Shaun Sr. was a low blow, but he also knew that she could tell he was right. Ashley also knew that he had good instincts when it came to people, and if he thought this man was good, then she would too. She sighed and rubbed the temples of her eyes, grunting a little in frustration, knowing she just let her father win another argument.. “He can stay as long as he needs to stay.. You and your weakness for strays father. Besides, he's kind of cute in a way..” She added smiling at the afterthought. Upstairs in the guest room, Travis took a shower to get ready for dinner. Travis had been taking a shower for a long time, but the warm water felt great on his muscles. He had his head lowered and eyes closed while he let the warm water run down his body. He felt it gave him new life and a newer sense of purpose. Travis felt relaxed, and he started getting images in his mind. Flashback images of men torturing him, from his point of view. Men had been striking him. Hitting him, he then saw himself in pain and crying out every time they were hitting him. A loud burst of thunder echoed throughout the distance, and he stumbled into the shower. Leaning against the side, he had his head lowered and he was breathing heavily. He went to the window wiping away the steam the warm water had produced and looked at himself through the mirror. Who are you?” Travis asked himself in a hushed whisper, turning the water off, and drying himself up. Travis thought to himself, he closed his eyes and saw an electric razor. Travis started to shave and shaved his hair into a neat military-style hair cut. Cleaning himself up, he dried himself up and looked presentable. He walked into the guest bedroom and there were some old clothes laying on the bed for him. He ran his hand along the fabric, images of himself and a woman making love on a bed. He could feel the passion, the intensity of the love. The moment, he heard her whisper a name. Travis Was that his name? He thought to himself, he had gotten dressed and looked in the mirror. Travis sat down on the bed and then said his name out loud again.. “Travis..” It does sound like a name that would fit him.. He was about to think some more when he heard his name being echoed through the bathroom, and then he heard Ashley yell that it was time for dinner. He looked at the family pictures by the bedside and looked at the husband in the military uniform with Shaun and Ashley together. He then felt sad, he felt as though he had been through that same experience. But, he couldn't tell from where and he walked down the stairs with the dirty towels in his hands. Making his way to the laundry room, he placed them in the dirty clothes hamper. Tyler, Ashley, and Shaun had been sitting across the table when Travis entered the room and Tyler smiled. Tyler spoke upon his arrival... “Good, I was hoping some of Shaun's' old clothes would fit. I see you clean up pretty well. That was an understatement... I'm going to have to thank my father later... Ashley thought to herself, after seeing the handsome Travis standing there in the doorway. He smiled and took a seat. The dinner looked amazing, it was spaghetti, with bread and salad and wine. He waited till it was time, and he dug in with the rest of the family. He was trying not to eat the way he was, but it felt like he hadn't eaten in decades. The food was amazing and he felt incredibly hungry. Everyone else was staring at him, and while he was eating he was aware that they were staring. He slowed his eating down and smiled. Travis spoke slowly, “I apologize, it's just been a long time since I had a decent home-cooked meal... You are a very talented chef Ashley...” Travis said while he continued eating, it made Ashley blush and it made Shaun Jr. giggle at the statement. The dinner continued on through the night they were laughing together and telling jokes. Travis had never felt more at ease with the entire situation of being with strangers. They felt as though they had been with him his entire life. It had gone later on in the night, and Ashley had been cleaning the dishes while Travis and Tyler had been drinking coffee together. Travis took in some coffee once more, leaning back a little to look in the kitchen, he spoke quietly... “You have a very lovely family Tyler..” Travis said, running a thumb along the brim of his glass, before setting it down on the table. Travis let out a deep sigh, and lowered his eyes downward. Taking in a deep breath in the same process. Tyler could always tell when something was wrong, it was a gifted sense he had. That, and the fatherly instincts of being a parent most of his life, he knew that something was wrong with Travis. Tyler placed a comforting hand on Travis' shoulder, reassuring him, that it'd be alright. Tyler had a deep concern when he spoke to Travis this time... “Son, I been a cop a long time..And a parent longer... I know when something's wrong.... I can see it in your eyes son. You were a cop, weren't you? I noticed the uniform... Well..what was left of it...” Tyler said a little solemnly at that moment as well. The moment Tyler spoke about his uniform, Travis knocked the mug over by accident. He saw images of strange men torturing him to death in an unknown building. “Travis?” Tyler spoke quietly, shaking him a little... “Travis...” Tyler said once again. Travis comes back to reality and he sees Tyler sitting there opposite side him.. His body had jerked suddenly, knocking over the half-empty wine bottle. Tyler was reaching out to grab it, and Travis had caught the bottle, instinctively without thinking before it even hit the floor. He caught the bottle inches before the bottle hit the floor. There was a look of surprise on his face. Tyler also had a surprised look on his face as well. Travis had been admiring the bottle with his hand. His hand then began to tremble slightly, before he brought the bottle back onto the table. Tyler was about to say something and closed his mouth. Taking in a sip of coffee, he continued to look at Travis's' face. Travis continued to examine the bottle and his own hands. He then looked at Tyler before returning his gaze back to the table. Tyler had a surprised tone to his voice... “Quick aren't we?”The tone of his voice told the entire story. Travis was even surprised himself that he had the reflexes as quick as they were. Everything was so confusing to him, so jumbled and hazed. He didn't know who he was, or even what had happened to him. He saw images of the graveyard this time, and a faint voice echoing through his head. Remember....Remember...Travis heard the voice echo through his head once more. Travis saw images of himself being tortured and then saw images of a graveyard and a hand bursting through the ground. Travis snaps back to reality once again, slamming his hands down on the table in frustration as to what happened. Tyler took the pot off the mat and poured Travis another cup of coffee. Travis' voice was in a hushed whisper, it was almost faint...Distant sounding even, it was like his body was there, but his mind was somewhere else.. “The last thing I remember.... I was taking a call.. The call...” Travis said, leaning against the table. He placed his hands against the wood, and lowered his head. Sighing softly, he closed his eyes... He can see himself driving along the road to an empty building, now he knows it was a warehouse... Travis rubs his eyes, and takes a deep breath.. “I was sent to....a warehouse....to check out a normal disturbance,” Travis said, struggling a little to regain his memory. It still remained a hazed blur to him... Tyler could see he was frustrated with this and placed a calming hand on his shoulder.. “Take it, slow son.. it'll come..” Tyler said to him. Travis nodded and closed his eyes once again... “It was a normal patrol...something, I've done a million times You know..” Travis spoke, he continues to see men torturing him to death.. Travis now sees a shadow-like figure in the background, coming up to him.. The men who had tortured him stopped, it was clear the shadow man was in charge. Travis had a strange look on his face, as he was taking all this in. Then Travis continued telling his tale to Tyler, while Tyler sat there. Thinking over the events that had been going on, when he finished Travis sat there now.. Travis sighed, and rubbed the temples of his eyes once more, before setting his coffee down on the table. He was done with coffee.. “That's the last thing I remember.. After that... I don't even know, how I wound up in the cemetery..” Travis said, in a dark tone.. He looked on and took in another breath. Wiping his brow a little, giving a half-heartened smile to the old man sitting across from him. Tyler took in a breath and took a sip of coffee, the hour was late. But, he felt that Travis was making progress with his remembering. He felt responsible in a way, he did find him. Tyler wanted to make sure he was going to be OK. Tyler spoke to Travis this time, “This is what I gather so far.... I can definitely tell you that you had no place in that cemetery. You also seemed like you were out of time. Meaning, you didn't belong to this time frame. This year and time its different then you remember. The expression and reaction you gave me when I told you the date.. I could tell that you weren't expecting that.. I can also tell you're a cop if I knew you're name..I have some friends in the local precinct, that can look into your past... What's your name...?” Tyler asked him quietly. It was such a normal, basic question. Travis couldn't think about the answer... When Travis thought about the question. He had a searing headache and placed his hands against his head. Clutching it in pain, when he hunched over against the table. Tyler made a move to help him when Travis made a hand motion to stop him. Travis gave him a reassuring smile. Travis' eyes came down, looking at his hands. Travis looked up slowly and said quietly... “My Name...Is Travis...”
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The Reaper Chapter 2
The Reaper Chapter 2 Written by Brandon Marko ---------------------------------------- The Reaper- Part 2 The sun rises over the darkened skies of a typical suburban neighborhood. Beautiful homes and flower gardens, along with freshly cut lawns. The morning trash has been taken and the cans are left on the driveways. A squad car pulls into the driveway. It's around 6:00 a.m. Trish can be seen moving around the house. Travis normally checks in with her every couple of hours on his patrol. It was a system the two shared since they had first started seeing each other. Travis had not checked in for some time now, and she was nervous. Something was wrong, she could feel it. She was connected to Travis as Travis was connected to her. It had been nearly ten hours since he last checked in, and Travis was normally very good about checking in every couple of hours, especially even now...due to the condition his wife had been in. Trish had been awake for a couple of hours now, she had been having horrible dreams about her husband. When we see a squad car pull up in the driveway. Her heart nearly skips a beat, and she nearly faints from the sudden disruption. Trish knew something was wrong. Her heart instantly sinks in her chest and she knows, before the men even leave the car.. She just knew and saw through a tear in her eye two men come out of the car slowly, with their heads hung. One, Travis' best friend....Captain Lewis Myers, Travis' best friend. He has a sad look on his face, and she starts crying. Lewis hands her his hat, and badge over the flag and informs her that he was killed in action. Trish nearly breaking down from this, falls from the door frame. Lewis and the other cop rush to make sure she doesn't fall for fear of the baby within her. They hold her, and she falls into Lewis' arms. Crying hard, while he tries to comfort her. He looks on at the other cop, nodding his head. The cop nods and returns to the squad car. Lewis holds her in his arms and whispers, “Everything will be alright... it's going to be alright..” Words said, upon deaf ears. All Trish was thinking about, was her husband of such a long time, had perished in her arms. Never again to hold her, never again to warm her bed on cold nights of feeling alone. Never again to see his daughter or their other child. All she could do was, cry and all Lewis could do was hold her. Later on that day, the funeral had been taking place. Dozens of people all around were witnessing it. Wearing various forms of black clothing, looking very somber and disheartened from such a tragic loss. One man in particular, wearing the same clothes from the night before had been there in the shadows. It was the Leader of the gang of men who had attacked and killed Travis the night before. All dressed in their police uniforms with white gloves and everything all looking on. Their eyes darted back and forth barely making contact as if doing so would reveal the secret of the horrible deed they commenced to do the night before. The entire force had been there to honor their lead Detective. The police force, the entire force including the Commissioner had been there. Presenting the American flag to Trish and her daughter. Members of the police force were given a 21-gun salute in honor of Travis and all he had done. The Leader sees that Captain Lewis Myers is standing next to Trish and her family. He and a couple of men walk up from where they were standing after the last remaining rounds had been fired. The Leader leans in close to embrace Trish offering her words of comfort as the funeral proceeds to an end. He then makes his way and embraces Lewis in a handshake looking on at him, that little glimmer in his eyes, showing him the deed was done. Lewis leans in and whispers, “If there's anything we can do...We are more than glad to help...and I mean...anything..” The Leader said, shaking Lewis' hand. Lewis smiled halfway and thanked him, keeping up the act of a hurt friend. Captain Lewis Myers leans in close to Trish upon having the last remaining rounds end and the coffin being lowered to the ground, whispering in her ear. Sadness in his voice and concern as well, “Travis was a very dear friend.. The closest if not the best friend I ever had.. If there's anything I can do... I just want you to know.. that, I'm here... You are among family...” Lewis says to her. Leaning in, he kissed her on the cheek and embraced her warmly, reassuring her that it would be alright. His cell starts to buzz and vibrate, leaning in he gave Sarah their daughter a hug as well. Lewis walked off from them while leaving them to face the people giving their condolences there and opened the phone.. “Time To report in...--The Leader--” The text read. Lewis looked on back at Trish and Sarah and got into a squad car with fellow officers and took off. Leaving Trish and Sarah alone, and seeing Sarah and Trish walk to the casket before it is lowered in the Earth. Grabbing a hand full of dirt, they each drop it in the casket and Trish holds her close in her arms while they both cry for their departed husband and father. 16 years later..... A young woman was seen running around the house, the same house that Trish resided in. Getting things ready, she was picking up clothes, kicking toys left behind on the floor to the corner walls, and running around like a chicken with his head cut off. She's making breakfast and opens the fridge seeing that there's a note on the door. Had to go in early, early court appointment... ~love mom.... Sarah read the note and looked at the clock, it flashed 6:00 and she sighed. She ran to the top of the stairs... Yelling at the top of her lungs, “Travis! Chris! If you don't get your asses down here in the next 5 minutes, there's going to be Hell to pay!! I mean it!! And they say women take a long time in the bathroom...” Sarah said in aggravation not wanting them to be late as she continued making the breakfast and their lunches. Sarah's mom was a District Attorney and had gotten very active over her cases after her dad had died. It was a dangerous profession considering the state the city was in nowadays. She continued running around the house, and that was when two men walked through the back door. They had keys, it was Captain Lewis Myers, he had married Trish a couple of years after Travis had died. The man walking in with him was a new rookie on the force, a new Detective. He was 24, a couple of years older than Sarah and they had an attraction toward one another. Much to the regret that Lewis had. He had tried to keep Sarah away from police work, but it was in her blood. Sarah wasn't a typical girl, she had taken classes in self-defense. She was a third-degree black belt and she could handle herself in a fight. It was the way of life, growing up in a cop's home. Her mother agreed to it as well, it was one thing she never had to worry about. Sarah continued to run around the house while they entered and ran past them. She yelled up to the boys once again. Lewis seeing this, smiled and spoke in a warm fatherly, tone that of a friend. “What..no hug for the old man?” Lewis asked smiling at her with his arms open for her. This made Sarah stop in her tracks, turning to see them both there, she smiled and gave him a hug. Sarah gave Sam a warmer hug, giving him a brief gaze into his eyes. Lewis turned his head, rolling his eyes and giving a little cough.. Having them part grasp for a moment. Lewis continued... “You know.. if the boys are giving you that much trouble.. I could always issue you a taser. Department issued but off the books..” He grinned at her. It made Sarah roll her eyes and smile. “Thanks, I think it'd take more than a taser to get these monsters going.. I'm tagging you in..” Sarah said, slapping Lewis on the shoulder. “If I don't come back in 5 minutes, send in the S.W.A.T. Team...” He said jokingly, going up the stairs, yelling at the boys once again while he left Sarah and Sam alone in the hall. Sarah leaned in and kissed Sam deeply. Sam returned the kiss with equal passion. The coffee was being made, and while they did this Lewis came to the top of the stairs and looked down. “You know, you should really get a room..” Lewis said jokingly to the two of them. Sarah rolled her eyes and Sam got embarrassed, “Sorry sir..Won't happen again..” Sam said to her. Lewis grinned and continued walking down the stairs. “See, I like this one Sarah.. Always con-formative, yes..sir..no sir.. a lot better than your last boyfriend..” Lewis said standing near them now. Sarah smiled and rolled her eyes again, “That's because you're his superior, he has to listen to you... My last boyfriend, you chased out of here with a shotgun..” Sarah said smiling. “Hey, he had a record, I was just making sure he wasn't violating his parole. Not my fault he got all defensive...” Lewis grinned. Sarah lead them into the kitchen where the coffee was being made, she offered one to Lewis and Sam before taking herself one. “Mom been up all night on some big case, she had to leave in early, so I got stuck with monster duty again..” Sarah said. It's not that she didn't love her twin brothers, they were just pests at times. Lewis nodded his head and took a sip of coffee she had poured him earlier. Sam did the same and took one of the donuts out on the table. Taking a bite, Sarah and Lewis looked at him both.. “What?” Sam asked them, having them both conceal a grin, while he swallowed the mouthful of dough-nut in his mouth. Lewis shook his head and continued to speak. “I am aware and know of the case she is on.. It has to do with one of my latest collars. A very bad dude, we put away is trying to go out on bale.. I believe I am to blame for your sudden monster patrol..” Lewis said to her. Travis and Chris were twin boys, 16 years old. Chris was named after the middle name of Lewis, and Travis was named after his father. Both boys, never got to know their father or know just how much of a hero he really was. Lewis looked down and sighed, thinking about that still. “It's been a long time, but I still feel him here as though it were yesterday..” Lewis said quietly. Sarah stopped and leaned back against the counter. She too felt her father, even more, she felt him strongly. Sometimes, she had nightmares about it and other times she had pleasant dreams with her father. Lewis looked at her and smiled.. “It's why we're here... I am going to pick the boys up for school before we start our patrol..” Lewis said to her, taking a doughnut himself. “My heroes...” Sarah said, with a little mock in her voice. It made Lewis smile at her, and Sam continued to drink his coffee. Sam couldn't help but give Sarah causal glances, and it made her smile. Lewis rolled his eyes, he had loved Sarah and the boys as his own children. He helped take care of and raise them since their father had died. It was hard, seeing the grown-up woman before him when he remembered her asking him to give her rides on his shoulders. Finishing up his doughnut and coffee, Lewis looked at his watch and checked the oven.. “I swear, those boys are going to be the death of me..Boys!!!!” Lewis shouted at them, getting up and checking on them again. It made Sarah and Sam grin together at the sentiment. Lewis made his way back up the stairs, and Sarah finished the meals for the boy's lunches. Their first day as freshmen at high school, seemed only yesterday she was on her first day. Sam seemed to be reading her thoughts because he moved from his seat and wrapped his arms around her. Sam always knew what Sarah had on her mind. He seemed to be able to read her every thought. It didn't help that he was a cop and his job was to read people. No, this was something deeper, a deep connection between a man and a woman. Even in a world of technology, Sam and Sarah were a bit of old school when it came to things like CDs and DVDs. They were one of the few who still had working vhs players. Sam handed her a cd wrapped in wrapping paper and smiled to her. Kissing her deeply, once more, while he whispered in a loving voice to her..”Happy anniversary...” Sam said smiling while he held her in his arms. They had been going out for a couple of years now, when Sarah opened the cd it had two tickets to the concert that was playing tonight. Her eyes lit up with excitement when she had the cd in her hand. She wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him passionately while she examined the tickets. Sarah kissed him lovingly once more, squeezing him hard. “Can't breath..” Sam joked and Sarah giggled, she was a tough girl, but every now and then she acted like a girl's girl as well. “How did you know...” she asked him, caressing his cheek softly with her hand. He smiled back down at her and grinned, “Wouldn't be much of a Detective if I didn't..” Sam smiled, it made her smile back, and kissed him once more. Hearing footsteps clamoring down the stairs, as well as signs of protest as well. “I love it, and happy anniversary... You'll be getting your present later tonight..” Sarah said with a giggle, examining the cd once more. It made Sam smile, and they kissed each other deeply with passion in their embrace. They heard a slight cough and they suddenly stopped seeing Lewis and the boys entering the kitchen, and quickly withdrew from their grasp. Which made the boys snicker and Lewis roll his eyes again. Lewis smacked the boys on their heads, while they got their lunches. “If you two are...”Coughs “Finished...We have to get going..” It made Sarah flush red and Sam look at the floor. The boys couldn't help but grin even more when they made their way out to the door. Sam gave her a warm hug and kiss, and Lewis pushed him out the door. Sarah couldn't help but smile, as she returned home to finish out the day and her chores. Sarah had been going to school, but she had the summer off. So, she remained at her home and she made sure to go to a local college so she could help take care of the family. She knew that the career was very important to her mother, and she knew how much it meant to her mother that she had this. Sarah had finished and returned to watch some t.v. She sat on the couch, flipping through the channels... A dark, eerie, and mysterious voice echoed throughout Sarah's' mind.. “Sarah...Sarah...Sarah...” It was as though words had never been heard before. It was a word to send gentle meaning to her, yet cast a weary shadow over her soul, making her nervous in her sleep. She started to move on the sofa she was laying on.. Moaning from the words of the eerie specter that lay deep within her subconscious. The words continued to echo slowly through a dark void. “Sarah!” The hushed eerie whisper of the echo, suddenly had Sarah waking up in a cold sweat. She had beads of sweat dripping down from her brow. Breathing heavily, her eyes darted around the room as if expecting to see someone there. At first, she thought she saw a cloaked figure in the corner.. Sarah ran at the figure, only to have it flash from sight. Sarah still heard the name echoing through the air when she woke. She had been breathing heavily from the intense dreams that she had been having. Sarah made her way to the bathroom, turning the sink on, she scooped water in her hand to drink some, and wiped some over her face and head. Letting the steam emerge from the room, she saw the cloaked figure once more and when she turned to face it it was gone. She shook and turned the water off.. “Get a grip old girl..” Sarah said to herself, trying to shake the feeling of being watched out from her mind while she dried the cloth of her sweat and water. Sarah placed her gaze in the mirror and witnessed a reflection. It was not of her own image, it was of her dad. It was as though her dad was standing right there, she quickly turned around and no one was there again. Sarah kept hearing the words echo through her mind, “Get the f*** out of my head!” She yelled, tears rolling down her eyes, she looked up again and saw her father's image once again placed in the mirror. Although, it was not the man she remembered. He seemed different, older looking even. A battle scar on his right eye even, She couldn't make sense of it. “Please..” She started to cry, tears running down her cheeks. Just leave me alone..” She sobbed, trying hard to regain composure.. She had always missed her father, and even though Lewis had been a great Stepfather, she still had memories of her father. Sarah felt what appeared to be a hand place itself on her right shoulder. She didn't scream this time, or even look. She had her head hung low, and she felt the hand was there to comfort her. It made her think of her father, she placed her hand along her shoulder and felt an actual hand. It wasn't real, but she felt it and smiled as it disappeared. She then took out a small locket and opened it up. She had a picture of her father and her as a baby in it. A single tear streamed down the side of her cheek. Sarah looked on at the mirror, as the image of her father faded away, and smiled softly. Wiping her tears, “I know father.. I love you too...” She smiled wiped her face and went back to the living room. Sarah knew her father was watching over her. She felt it more now and understood the meaning. It had been rough on Sarah most of all, she had only known her father for a short time, but in that short time, she had come to love him. She hadn't really known him like she wanted. She had always wished she could have more time with him, and it hurt her knowing he was gone. Unlike her brothers who were her father's children, she had spent time with their dad. She just wished that she'd gotten to know him as her mother did. It was too soon, and Sarah felt heartache every time she thought of him. Every time the memory of him grew stronger and it felt as though he was trying to tell her something. Sarah went back to the couch and went back to sleep, worn out from her experience she closed her eyes and drifted off into a world of dreams.. This time peaceful ones. A cemetery looms into view, upon the graveyard... there resides a solitary tombstone in a sea of older stones of various shapes and sizes. It's an eerie site and the graveyard has no love loss for the spooky factor. The tombstone reads Travis Miles, and the clouds in the skies grow darker. It was strange because there was no sign of a storm approaching today. It was a sign, something supernatural was going on and the Earth was feeling its presence. The ground began to shake slowly, you could see bits of rock and dirt slide away from the graves as the clouds in the sky grow darker and more intense. Low roars of thunder began looming in the background, making the ground of the Earth itself shake before it. Intense flashes of lightning echoed through the sky in suite, lighting the once-dark night into an appearance of daytime. An intense clap of thunder shook the ground, followed by an even greater flash of lightning upon the grave the ground shakes before it. The grave splits itself in two, as the ground cracks apart. The final crash of thunder echoes, having a single hand shoot up from the grave into the cool air of the night.
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