“Vito!” I shout “If this continues
It'll only end bad.
There's a chance I'll believe you!
But you have to talk to me!”
“No chance, Kid!
I doesn't matter what I didn't or what I did,
My life's over!”
Suddenly, the horse abruptly halts
Followed by me
As a circle of blue flames appears like a ghost
“Don Vito Goblione!
Your crimes end here!”
That voice is Leighs'
That's clear.
Stepping from the tree line
Followed by her team
Time has not been kind to her and me
“I've got this, partner.” My tone polite
She glares at me with cold, angry eyes
“We're not partners anymore
And this collar is mine.
Interfere, and I'll charge you with a crime.”
I stare her down
“You saying you'll accuse me of treason?”
She raises her eye brows in confirmation
Followed up with cutting words
“Give me a reason.”
“Nate?” Vito calls to me
“Promise me,” I say to Leigh
“You'll take every possibility into consideration.”
“Saying that,” Leigh scoffs “That's brazen.
Maybe you forget all the things he's done.”
“No.” My tone dry “But fair justice should still be won.”
“You really think he's at all innocent?” She begins to
steam
“Of this particular crime? Maybe.”
“You're an idiot.” She growls
“And you,” I bite back “are too close to this.”
“Excuse me?” She barks
“He wouldn't divulge info about your brother.
That ticked you off.
This is revenge.
But what's it gonna cost?”
“This has nothing to do with that.” Her sparks begin to
flare
“But if you wanna bring up the past
Let's be fair.
You made a promise
And you literally slept on it for two years.
So excuse me if unlike you I don't shed tears
For this Green piece of trash.
This conversation's over.”
She proceeds through the flames
“Don Vito Goblione!” She proclaims
“You're under arrest for aiding, abiding,”
She grabs Vito by the wrist
“Trafficking,
And any other crimes I can think of.” Her tone shifts to
bliss
As she uses her flames to cuff his wrists
Vito let's out a whimpering cry
“Let's see just how innocent he is?”
Instantly, the frisking begins
“Oh my,” She chuckles
“What have we here?
A coded letter.
From Death to be clear.”
“That's not mine!” Vito calls
“Nate! Help me please!
It's not mine!
I swear I'm sorry! I'm sorry for everything!
Please! Don't let them take me!”
He falls to his knees
“Get him up!” Leigh orders her team
“And put him in a cage!
Let him empathize with their pain.”
“What happened to you?” I say disappointed
“Jewl wants you back at HQ.
So if you don't mind.
Are we through?”
“Yeah.” I reply “I suppose we are.”
Two years – This is beyond hard
The pain I feel suffocating me
As a tear or two flows down my cheek
I'll introduce myself
Though right now it's hard
Who am I and what's my part?
My friends scattered
I'm on my own
How this case will end, I can't even know
I'll never even see it coming
The fire literal and metaphorical, the same
And it's tragically all a part of Death's game
The pain not even close to done
What's coming next...
It won't be fun
My name is Nathan Masterson
If you liked this: you're in for a treat.
There is a traitor among them, something ill on the air;
12 special youths are being abducted one after the next. The Zodiacs hold the key to the world's demise. The trial of Don Vito Goblione has begun. Swearing he's innocent and that the Organization is simply oppressing non human Mystics. If true, it presents the possibility for betrayal. Could someone in the ranks be working for the enemy? Releasing Death upon the world is no light matter. Treason would mean a Death sentence.
The injustices of the system and allies alike... Prepare to be Burned!
Note: Story is not final
and may be subject to change.
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Here's one more
A sample excerpt from:
Book One of the
Emerald Hood Trilogy
My upcoming Sci-fi in Verse
“I had a dream,” I say “Last night.
That I was a contestant in the fight.
I narrowly won though the distance was tight.”
Duo looks at me with pity as he scoffs “Yeah right,
Like you could ever become the Emerald Hood.”
“But if I can convince the master,” I say
“It won't happen,” Duo claims
“Even if you had one thousand days.
The master won't consent. Understood?”
My blood boils “No I don't understand.
I don't understand a thing about that man!
Why won't he let us be?
Why won't he let us free?
Does he not have an ounce of good?”
In this house of will and wealth
We are but tools upon a shelf
Slaves and servants, no manner of self
No freedom, no family, no way we ever could
Compete to be the Emerald Hood
If I ever had the chance
To show the world, to make my stance
To make them acknowledge, to make them glance
My skills to put them in a trance
I would
But to do it I need permission
From a man whose forced submission
Instills in me a distant vision
Of my father the Emerald Hood
A man, mighty as he fought
Against injustice, even in a tight spot
My past fuzzy, but it's all I've got
I need to make a way to take my shot
To be like him – The Emerald Hood
By the moon, the vision clearly
Showing him wounded severely
Still he found it in him really
To save his daughter as best he could
Strength is what it means to be the Emerald Hood
Not only strength, but a bonus too
Wealth and status – Authority true
Throughout the system – The people blue
I know what it is I must do
The question is how I could
Could I become the Emerald Hood?
My chance before me to risk it all
Bringing in his tea Low I fall
Bowing, though my pride withstood
Trying to earn his favor, good
“Thank you girl.” He sharply replies
His eyes radiating a forced lie
“Master,” I say “May I...”
Suddenly, a tightness in my chest
My body shakes as I do my best
My anxiety, oh th
is is not good
“Speak girl.” So he snaps
Taking a sip he then taps
“Well, have you nothing to say?
Do not waste my time.” He berates
It's now or never as I know I should
“Let me compete to be Emerald Hood!”
My tone echoes through the hall
As back in his chair he curdles and falls
“Excuse me?!” He barks, demanding
“You dare to request that?
You need reprimanding!
Two nights without meals!
Never forget your place.
You are but a lowly servant.
The Hood stands great!
Get out of my sight!”
He raises his hand
I now remember why I hate this man
This house is a prison
It was never a home
I fight, defiant
And roam alone
I will make my dream a reality
Next time that he asks for tea
I will show him what it means to deny me
I am human just like him
But because he's duke
He's innocent of sin
Maybe I should run
On a whim
The image of my father - He & him
A man who's life was one of humility and good
A servant no longer
That's who I wish to be
I wish to be the embodiment of good
I wish to be the Emerald Hood
If you liked this: you're in for a treat.
In the distant future,
The legend of Robin of Loxley
Has inspired a system of planets to celebritize the Emerald Hood as a position of wealth, power and authority for the ambitious youth. But even thousands of years in the future class and wealth still give people an ego. A young servant girl seeks to alter the status quo and become the next Hood. But with the odds stacked against her, can she really compete with only decent skills and a memory of her father and former Emerald Hood driving her?
To steal the title, sometimes being a thief is a good thing.
Note: Story is not final
and may be subject to change.
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Last one
A sample excerpt from:
Book One of the
Rain Fall Trilogy
My upcoming Verse Thriller
Five:
As I wake up
A searing burn
Writhing in pain
A toss and a turn
Lifting my shirt
It smolders and smokes
The letter “V” on my chest
Instantly, I feel an urge driving me on
I have no time to rest
Lifting myself out from under a box
No idea where I'm going
But I'm not lost
As if an internal compass leads my way
Wandering the rainy streets
I hear a voice “Hey!”
I turn to look
I don't recognize his face
“I finally found you.”
I look at him blankly
“Hey. Hey!”
He steps forward
As panic ensues
I don't know why
I don't know who
“Ben.” He calls
“Ben, are you okay?”
“Who's Ben?” I say
He looks startled for a moment
Then he gives a hallow laugh
“Very funny.” He says
“Now, c'mon. Cut the crap.
We're gonna miss our flight.”
As he step forward again
My chest gets tight
I back away, not knowing why
Something's not right
As a tear leaves my eye
“Ben. What the hell's a matter with you?”
The man continues to prod
Suddenly, I feel the urge to run
It's odd...
I begin to run down the busy street
As if my legs are doing it all on their own
I almost feels like I'm running home
But I don't even know where home is...
“Ben!” The guy shouts, not giving in
He's chasing after me
Like it's a battle for his soul
Who is he?
Who am I?
One look at him and I feel cold
“I don't know a Ben.” I reply loud
I don't mean to say it
It just came out
“Stop following me!” I continue
His face goes pale as he's keeping pace
What the hell is happening today?
“Ben!” He calls one last time
As on instinct I swipe my hand
Suddenly, a wall confines
Putting some distance between him and me
The crowd on the street in awe
Wondering what they hell they've just seen
I'm curious too
“Did... I do that?” I wonder aloud
As more people shuffle in
Forming a crowd
I begin to run again
Some how knowing the way
To home – To a comforting place
Confused and afraid
No memories I can recall
A part of me feels liberated...
Like I'm ten feet tall
It feels like I've never been more alive
Then there's this “V”...
No... The roman numeral Five
If you liked this: you're in for a treat.
When the world of Crimson Minds returns –
We travel three years before Daniel Cavanough's adventure began.
In Seattle, Washington, we follow the Fox as he stumbles - No memories, no connections, no life.
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and may be subject to change.
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