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Janet Jackson – “When I think of you”

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BLACK HISTORY MONTH TRIBUTE

I know not everyone is in line with Black History Month, and not all people support it.  I totally respect that and I have my views on the same topic, but will reserve that for another time.  In support and tribute for this month, I posted a Youtube video of Misty Copeland.  It is hard to believe that the people of the African-American community are still seeking recognition in this country in different aspects of life.  This story being one of them as she broke the barrier, earlier in 2015, in her career as a ballet dancer.  With my wife, labellanoire, being brought up in the dance world, this is very significant.  If you don’t know who she is, I urge you to educate yourself as you will see her at some point in time.

THE CRAB DIARIES: EARLY LOST

Real life experiences from Maryland

Graphic content. Reader discretion is advised.

The loss of life is always heartbreaking, especially when it involves a young person who hasn’t had a chance to experience life after their education career.  You can ask any law enforcement officer around and most will tell you a story that involves a death that has stuck with them.  Well, this is definitely one of those type of stories that has stuck with me over the years.  This was in no way my first time seeing a deceased person, but in the manner that the person was discovered is the image that continues to burn in my memory today.  Thank God I have not suffered nightmares or severe PTSD from it, but just something that I will never forget, and it also serves as a reminder how precious and sensitive a young person’s life is.

I remember it was either late afternoon or early evening as I was patrolling the campus when a call came over the radio about someone bleeding heavily. Of course, once I received the call I immediately turned on my lights and siren and got there as fast as I can.  Thankfully the traffic, both vehicle and pedestrian, was not that heavy and I was able to get there pretty quick.  I discovered later that one of our officers was a lot closer to the dorm than I was and could’ve easily jumped the call, but it wouldn’t have mattered in the long run.  Still under the impression that this is an attempted suicide call, I rush into the building and jump on the first elevator that opens up.  Perfect timing!

Two other students came on the elevator with me and all three of us got off on the same floor; maybe the 6th or 7th.  The elevator doors open up and I go right as the other two go left, which was the proper direction for the dorm room.  Once I realized I went the wrong way, I turned around and started back down the hallway towards the elevators.  After you pass the elevators, you have to go through a set of double doors and then another long hallway with some more dorm rooms.  Immediately after I walked through the double doors, I see two students in the middle of the hallway in just tears.  Once they see me, they pointed into the room where I needed to be.  When I entered the dorm room, I was extremely shocked on what I saw as I was not prepared for the scene.  My shock was written on my face for a brief second when I saw this young college student hanging from the end of a scarf.

Not a site for anyone to see, regardless of how many times you’ve seen death and destruction. Another student was in the room as I entered, and of course, she had to be told to leave and close the door behind her.  Under sheer adrenaline I ended up cutting the scarf before EMS and the fire department arrived, which I was educated on not to do.  Not to describe the entire scene, but it was discovered through our primary investigation that she had been there for nearly twelve hours.  After wrapping my head around the incident, I started to think that none of her neighbors, on both sides and across the hallway, knew what was happening and what just occurred.  Everyone else got up the following morning going about their day, passing her room, and no one still had the knowledge of what had taken place.  She was only discovered by one of three other roommates that lived in the room and happened to return earlier than expected.  I often wonder how many times we pass people, places and things and not aware of what is happening.

Of course, it wasn’t an easy thing to notify her other roommates of what just happened, but I was thankful I didn’t have the duty to phone the parents; our detectives were blessed with that tasks. However, a scene like this wasn’t helpful in me getting rid of the ‘Angel of Death’ curse I was supposedly stuck with; but now that curse appeared to have attached to someone else and hasn’t returned to reclaim my soul.  I would like to keep that away from me as much as possible!  Only time will tell with that as there is no discrimination!  Sometimes you have to be thinking what signs were missed or how many times were her calls for help ignored, or maybe she never wanted anyone to know about her situation.  The sad thing is we will never know, but we can still help others from going down the same road, to meet the same fate.  There is no easy answer or one track to battle any signs of depression, as each person is different, but sometimes just being available for someone and providing a shoulder can be a great step.

Henry Scott

“THE GREEN CURTAIN” – CHPT. 4

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

Chapter IV

[Baltimore, Maryland]

The on duty corrections officer, at the front gate of the regional facility, sees a pristine white Cadillac pulling up the long driveway being driven by a middle age black man. As the Cadillac got closer to his booth, he tried to see if anyone else was inside, but couldn’t see into the backseat.  First, the driver pulls up next to him and rolls his window down, handing him his driver’s license.  Once he answered the correctional officer’s questions, the middle age gentleman pulled a few feet so the correctional officer could see who is in the back.  The driver side rear window rolled down and a strong aroma of beautiful mixed smells came pouring out of the car at the officer.  Immediately he was given two driver’s license, both from New York, and started to examine them to make sure they were real.  The officer started to ask them questions about who they were seeing and the nature of the visit.  Mercedes answered every questioned confidently and without hesitation, which made the correctional officer feel at ease.  A radio transmission was relayed to another officer, who controlled the main access entry into the facility, and the first gate opened up.  While the car enters the property, and is motioned over to a designated spot for a vehicle search, Sapphire turns to speak to Mercedes about the visit with her brother.

SAPPHIRE CRUZ: How do you feel about seeing your brother for the first time since coming to prison?

MERCEDES JOHNSON: Strange. Weird.  Awkward. 

SAPPHIRE CRUZ: Do you think he will be pleased to see you?

MERCEDES JOHNSON: I don’t know what he might think about seeing me. I just know I need to see and speak to him about some business.

SAPPHIRE CRUZ: He may need some serious convincing to agree with your plan to expand into his territory.

MERCEDES JOHNSON: If he does I’m pretty sure you will help me with that notion.

Sapphire smiles at her boss, which was read by Mercedes as Sapphire is ready to do what is necessary to make this meeting successful. Their car pulls up at the vehicle search checkpoint and all occupants of the car are told to exit and stand to the side.  As Mercedes is standing out in the morning sun, watching the vehicle search happen, her eyes catches one of the guards starring at her.  Both of their eyes meet, and the guard standing near the front of the vehicle, begins to smile at her, looking at her up and down seductively.  Sapphire sees that her boss is looking in a particular direction and notices that one of the guards are starring at them with a clear motive of his intentions.  She looks at her boss, who glances at her without saying a word and just with that notion, Sapphire takes a few steps towards the glaring guard.  As she stands a few feet away from the guard, Sapphire removes her sunglasses so he could get a good look at her light brown eyes, which have known to make men crazy.  The guard and Sapphire lock eyes for several seconds before her gaze is interrupted by Mercedes telling her that they are cleared to proceed to the visitor parking.  Sapphire puts her sunglasses back on and slowly walks back to the rear passenger of the car.  Before getting back into the car, Sapphire looks at the guard one more time, takes her index finger and puts it in her mouth.  She slowly moves it back and forth giving the motion of what he thinks she wants to do to him.  Once back in the car, another gate opens up and allows them to proceed forward.  As the car slowly passes by the guard still standing in the same spot, Mercedes peers out the window and glances at his package.  “You better put that thing down before it gets you in trouble” she says to him while going through the gate.

The driver stays in the car as Sapphire and Mercedes enter through the front door of the facility to only see they have to get checked personally. They follow the instructions and cooperate and are allowed to finally enter the rest of the facility to visit her brother.  Mercedes and Sapphire are escorted and pointed in the direction of where the visiting room is and are forced to wait.  Several minutes later Mercedes’s brother, Rodney Cooper, comes walking through the door in his navy blue jumpsuit and shackled feet and hands.  The guard that brought him in removed his hand chains, but kept his feet shackled together for the fear of him trying to flee.  After the hand chains were removed, he rubbed his wrist as if they were on to tight and trying to get the blood flowing through them once again.  He looks at Mercedes and Sapphire before slowly walking over to the table they were at and taking a seat across from them.

RODNEY COOPER: What is this? Jewelry and rings and shit.  Looking all fancy.  Got bodyguards and whatnot.

MERCEDES JOHNSON: Hi Rodney. How are you?

RODNEY COOPER: I can handle myself in here no problem. Don’t worry about me in here.  I should be asking you the questions, you know.

MERCEDES JOHNSON: What do you want to know? How I’m doing?

RODNEY COOPER: What’s going on with you in the Big Apple? I’ve been hearing all kinds of shit happening.  Dudes that did runs for you up and down the highway are locked up with me.  Know what I’m saying?  People getting knocked off and crippled just by saying your name fucked up.  How do you explain that?

MERCEDES JOHNSON: The less you know about what I am doing, the less you have to worry about.

RODNEY COOPER: I worry about you because you are family. You’re my sister.  We are supposed to look out for each other.  Never leave each other behind and always support the other.  Remember that?  I haven’t seen or heard from you in months since being locked up in here.  How about you explain that one? 

MERCEDES JOHNSON: You mad at me Rodney? I think this communication thing is a two way street.  You haven’t heard anything from me, may be because I haven’t heard shit from you.  The day you got locked up you mentioned to me that you would reach out to me to let me know when it is okay to contact you.  The last time I checked I’m a grown woman, and a mean bitch at that.  I handle my business the way I see fit and deal with those that need to be dealt with.  However, I didn’t come here to argue with you about how I’m running my business.

RODNEY COOPER: Then what did you come here for? Reminisce about the old times?

MERCEDES JOHNSON: I actually need you for a business proposal that I have. I will make sure you reap the benefits of such opportunity.

RODNEY COOPER: What’s the word?

MERCEDES JOHNSON: I’m looking to expand my business, and I want to do it in our hometown. I also want to include you in the operations of how the business is ran.  Get you back out there sorta speak.

RODNEY COOPER: You talking about Baltimore? People here know of me and how I do things.  I don’t bring heat on myself unnecessarily by acting like the mafia out here.  Trying to run shit!

MERCEDES JOHNSON: How did you end up in here then?

RODNEY COOPER: I don’t know about this expansion you trying to do. Do you think it’s time for that to happen?  Can you support that and have the people to handle shit for you?  I’m afraid you gonna change things from how they are now.  I need to think about this.  I need time.

MERCEDES JOHNSON: How much time?

RODNEY COOPER: I don’t know. Another organization moving into my city trying to take pieces of what I’ve build and got going on.  Plus, the competition that’s around here is fierce.  That shouldn’t be a problem for you though, you’ll just start killing motherfuckers and release all kinds of heat from the law.

While Mercedes stares at her brother without saying a word, she sees that Rodney flinches and immediately sits up in his chair. He turns his attention towards Sapphire and reaches down between his legs and feels her foot lightly playing with his manhood under the table.

MERCEDES JOHNSON: See Rodney. You work with me on this opportunity, Sapphire here can be your reward.  Although she knows what is going on underneath the table, she doesn’t want to think about her brother getting aroused from a simple foot play.

SAPPHIRE CRUZ: Removes her sunglasses to reveal her light brown eyes while her foot presses a little harder. I can never disappoint. I will always keep you aroused and I will satisfy your fantasies and dreams.  Or, I can let you have fun by yourself and have a wet dream in your cell.  We would really like for you to give us your blessing to move forward.

RODNEY COOPER: Feeling himself near climax and fought the urge to be reeled in. Okay, you got it. What do you need from me?

MERCEDES JOHNSON: I’ll let you know what I need. Just be ready for me when I ask for it.

RODNEY COOPER: Bet.

Feeling himself ready to explode in his jumpsuit, and Mercedes breaks her attention away from them two and pretends to play with her fingernails, Sapphire suddenly stops and quickly removes her foot. Oh, that sends all kinds of confusion with Rodney as he looks at Sapphire and wonders why she didn’t complete the job.  She leans forward and winks at him before putting back on her sunglasses and leaving with Mercedes out the facility.  Rodney was then placed back in hand chains and escorted back to his cell with an erection that he hoped was not seen by any guards or other prisoners.

[Harrisburg, Pennsylvania]

The same morning that Mercedes and Sapphire just ended their visit with Rodney, Shelly arrives at work looking tired and almost in a zombie like state. As she walks through the emergency room, another nurse sees her and makes a comment of her facial appearance.  Shelly breaks out a smile and a small chuckle after the comment was made.  While she walks around with a small smile on her face, she is handed a patient’s chart in one of the emergency rooms.  Taking the chart and reading it, she sees that the patient is to care for is named Christine Jones.  Reading further into the patient’s chart, and flipping the page, Shelly realizes that the reason for her hospital visit is due to a DUI accident.  After reading her injuries and what has been done to her the night before, she immediately goes to Christine’s room first and slowly swings open the privacy curtain.  Shelly introduces herself to Christine once she realizes that her patient was awake for the moment.  Unable to move her neck due to a brace, Christine responds to her new nurse in a pleasurable tone of voice.  This response brings a big smile to Shelly’s face and makes her feel that this could be a good day after all.  Once Shelly completed what she had to do in Christine’s room, she left through the privacy curtain and began to get an uneasy feeling about this DUI accident.  It took Shelly only a few seconds to discover what room the DUI suspect was in when she saw a policeman stationed outside his room.

In acting like she was covering for another nurse for a few minutes, she approached the room and spoke to the officer. After speaking to the officer, she entered through the privacy curtain and finally saw who the DUI suspect was.  Immediately, her heart began to pound and having fierce flashbacks through her mind of what happened to her best friend, who died in an accident involved with a DUI driver and that same suspect was now lying in bed in the same hospital.  The emotional rollercoaster she felt for those few minutes was so overwhelming that she left the room without saying a word to the officer or anyone else.  Her first stop was a private bathroom that was closed off to the public and patients in the hospital.  Once she entered the bathroom and closed the door, tears began to run down her face as if she was reliving the incident that her best friend was killed.  Pacing back and forth in the bathroom while her hands wildly run through her hair and flying through the air, she slams her closed fist against her thighs and lets out a hard cry for a few seconds.  Shelly then sees herself in the bathroom mirror above the sink and studies her face and eyes very closely.  As she stares into her own eyes through the mirror, her thoughts began to run into the dark side of seeking payback for losing her friend, but her heart was trying to counter-act that notion by informing her that her job and life could be lost.

Once again Shelly was faced with a dilemma of what she should do with this painful information she now knows. Then she started to debate with herself about how she could cast revenge on him like she did against Vincent, but fought with the strong urge that feeding this emotional response may backfire harshly.  In a complete trance into her own mirrored eyes, Shelly is distracted by a knock on the bathroom door.  This breaks her out of the trance and wipes her tears away from her face to keep others from knowing her emotional prison.  As she opens the door to allow someone else to use it, she notices that no one is there waiting to use the bathroom.  Shelly is baffled for a few minutes about this anomaly, but explains it to herself that may be she was hearing things during her self-trance.  While walking back to the main part of the ER, she receives this very cold breeze that appears to go through her body.  The cold breeze was so bone-chilling that it made her stop immediately.  Shelly starts to look around to see where this sudden blast of cold breeze came from, and is nearly scared of what she saw standing at the other end of the hallway.  Seeing a dark shadow figure standing at the end of the hallway, barely an outline of a human being, was very scary and shocked her body into a still figure.  Her view of this mysterious shadow figure was only there in front of her for a few seconds, before the natural blinking of her eyes, made the shadow figure disappear.  Shelly remained in the middle of the hallway, with others walking around her, overcome with fear and emotions, but did her best not to let anyone else notice.  She knew that seeing that shadowy figure meant that she may have opened some kind of Wicca portal that she was not aware of, or something was after her for whatever reason.  The moral line was now beginning to shrink for Shelly, and if not careful of her actions she could end up on the wrong side of the realm.

[Washington, D.C.]

After Minister Cure did his reconnaissance of his upcoming rally on the Mall, he and his entourage are on their way to another meeting with a community leader in the Northern Virginia area. As they ride down the interstate coming out of the city, a black Chevy Suburban with limo tint windows is travelling behind them unnoticed.  Once clearly out of the city, the Suburban slowly increases it speed to come up alongside Minister Cure’s vehicle.  Still unnoticed to his security detail, Minister Cure continues to talk to his men inside the car with him.  By the time one of the men finally noticed the Suburban next to them, one of the rear windows was rolled down halfway and a barrel of an automatic rifle was pointed at them outside the window.  When this was spotted, one of the men loudly alerted of what he saw and shoved Minister Cure to the floor of the car.  At this point, automatic fire erupted with high velocity rounds penetrating the windows and doors.  Two of the men on that side received most of the rounds into their bodies trying to protect their package.  The second vehicle in the convoy returned fire at the Suburban blowing out the back window and leaving rounds penetrating the tailgate.  Minister Cure’s driver was struck in the back and shoulder, lost control of the car and slamming it into a noise barrier tossing all the occupants around.

In an instant, the SUV pulled off at a high rate of speed and took the next exit off the highway. Other vehicles that were on the road at the time of the assassination attempt, were not hit, but some careened off the road in fear and uncertainty.  Minister Cure’s second vehicle didn’t give chase to the SUV and decided to check on the minister and other members of the security team.  What they found in the car was bullet holes, two dead security members, shattered glass, and three severely injured men, including the minister.  As they attempted to stop the bleeding from the minister’s wounds of his upper torso, emergency calls were coming into the local police of what just happened.  Police received information that the suspect vehicle was last seen taking the first exit after the shooting with severe damage to the rear window and tailgate.  Minister Cure was lying on the roadway, in and out of consciousness, being treated by his security detail while they wait for the emergency personnel to arrive.  Other witnesses attempted to offer help and to see what is happening, but the security team pushes everyone back and gives the notion that they are willing to do what it takes to protect their powerful leader.  Several minutes later emergency personnel arrived on scene, with police blocking off the roadway, gathering up witnesses and get statements.  Minister Cure was still losing blood when he was being transported to the hospital, as two officers escort the ambulance to prevent any other attacks on the black militant leader.  It didn’t take long for the news media to jump on this story as they were out on the scene of the drive-by shooting within the hour of it happening.  As Minister Cure is being transported to the nearest hospital for life and death injuries, he lies on the gernie staring up at the ceiling of the ambulance.  His thoughts begin to entertain the legacy of Malcolm X and Martin Luther King, Jr. and how they lived their lives and died for the civil rights of the black society.  Suddenly, of these thoughts going through his mind, he begins to take a turn for the worse just before arriving at the hospital, and is wheeled into the emergency room with paramedics working frantically to save his life.

[Somewhere in Ukraine]

Daniel Storm was captured by the Ukrainian and Russian authorities and held captive, but was not left untouched. Being captive for only a few hours, he was beaten and tortured by Ukrainian soldiers who are sympathetic to the cause of the Russian government.  Suffering a bloody mouth, bruised cheeks and one black eye, he refuses to talk and give up any information to what he knows about the assassination attempt.  As they see he is not giving in easy to the physical torture being stowed upon him, he is visited by the Russian president’s chief of staff.  One of the Ukrainian soldiers grab Daniel’s hair yank up his head to force him to face the new authority figure that just walked in.  Breathing heavy from the beating, you could see the sweat streaming down his face and open chest area where his shirt was ripped open.  The temperature in the concrete room was over one hundred degrees, with a drop of water hitting Daniel on the top of the head every couple of seconds.  Getting very close to his face, the chief of staff can smell the perspiration coming from captive’s body and stale hot breath.  In a Russian accent, the chief of staff tells Daniel that he will be transferred to the custody of the Russians, who will question and break him of any information they want.  With one good eye to look out of, Daniel stares the Russian in the eyes and suddenly spits in his face, which prompted a very fierce reaction.

The Russian immediately back handed him across the face and returns with a powerful closed fist across the other side of his face. Daniel nearly fell out of the chair because of the power behind the hits, but was kept from falling when he was grabbed by the neck.  Angry at the reaction of being spat in the face, the Russian figure grabs a sharp knife from one of the soldiers behind him and slowly slices Daniel across the chest.  Daniel started to rock in the chair, trying to get away from the cutting knife, but couldn’t with his hands and feet tied down.  His pain threshold was being pushed to the limit as he could feel the deep penetration of the blade through his skin and the strong stream of blood running down his upper torso staining his underwear.  He was slowly sliced across the upper body at least three times with the open wounds deep enough for someone to peel the skin right off.  However, Daniel never released out a scream to satisfy his captures to send a message that no matter what you do, he will not talk.  Seeing this from his point of view, the Russian saw that he might just have a lot of fun with this guy, who they believe could be an American spy or assassin.  He explained to Daniel that limit information is being released to the American news media of what has happened after the attempt, and that this could strain relations even more between the United States and Russia.  In trying to play the reverse-psychology and play Devil’s Advocate, Daniel doesn’t fall for his mental game and continues to resist their demands.

After refusing to cooperate with his captures, the Russian figure stood up and walked out of the concrete room. He spoke to another soldier, which appeared to be Russian, and gave the order to bring him to another location where their operatives will handle the interrogation.  Just as the Russian continues to walk away, two soldiers quickly grab Daniel, who attempts to fight the best way he can even with his hands and feet bound together.  In his strong resistance, he was thrown to the ground on his shoulder and booted in the face, which caused blood to fly out of his mouth, stomped in the chest and stomach.  Daniel rolled over on his stomach, trying to fight from the ground, but was finally subdued when he was shocked in the back putting him asleep.  Ukrainian soldiers picked him up by his bounded legs and arms carrying him outside to a transport vehicle.  Although the Russians want him for themselves and put him through the Red punishment factor, they may find out that this transfer could be more than what they bargained for.

END OF CHAPTER IV

MARCH 25, 2016 – CHAPTER V

“THE GREEN CURTAIN” – CHPT. 3

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

Chapter III

Deputy Blue, who arrived on scene first and discovered the barely alive body of Vincent lying on the master bedroom, was shortly relieved to go outside to gather herself. Thinking that she just needed air to clean out the pungent odor of bowels and blood, Deputy Blue was seen by arriving detectives outside on the side of the house vomiting and struggling to breathe.  One of the detectives that arrived on scene, went over to her to make sure she was doing alright and to reassure her that this doesn’t make her a weak person or an ill-equipped future detective.  A lot of her closes friends and family members knew of her goal to achieve wearing the title and badge of being a homicide detective, but it was obvious that finding a half-naked body lying in its own body fluids was overwhelming.  After the detective left her outside, and encouraged her to come back in to review the scene, one of her best partners stayed outside with her until she was mentally and physical able to stomach it again.

Several minutes later, and making sure she didn’t have any of her own body fluids covering her dark blue uniform, Deputy Blue entered back into the house and joined the detectives back upstairs. By this time, Vincent had been quickly rushed out of the house and on to the local hospital while he was still in serious condition.  Vincent’s body left an outline of blood stains on the cranberry carpet, which nearly camouflaged itself from the naked eye.  She continued to accompany the detectives around the scene for at least a couple of hours, checking his cell phone that was left on the bed dresser and whatever else they found that would be of help, which wasn’t much.  However, in digging through his cellphone, Deputy Blue found a phone number belonging to his wife, Dawn Perry, which gave them another avenue to pursue.  Immediately, Roxie began to think to herself that if his body was found in the master bedroom alone, where is she and could she be her first suspect in this brutal attempted murder case.

Roxie alerts the leading detective of the phone number she found and asked him should he call the wife to find out where she is and what happened to her husband. The leading detective stood in silence for a brief minute, thinking about the answer to give Roxie and what the wife needs to know.  Once he became comfortable with his thoughts on the issue, he told Roxie to give the wife a call and let her know that her husband was found barely alive in the house and that he is on his way to the local hospital.  It was one of Roxie’s first test to see if she could handle a simple task as to phone the wife and not give up too much information in case she is deemed the suspect in this attempted murder/first degree assault case.  When Roxie dialed Dawn’s number, it was near midnight and wasn’t sure if she would get an angry or pleasant welcome from the other end.  The phone just kept ringing and ringing for a few seconds, and just before it went to voicemail, Dawn woke up and answered the phone thinking it was her husband bothering her.

DAWN PERRY: Vincent?

DEPUTY BLUE: Dawn? Dawn Perry?

DAWN PERRY: Huh? Who the hell is this?  Is this the whore that was with my husband earlier?  Is he with you now?  What nerve do you have to call me in the middle of the night disguising your identity under his number?  You just knew I was going to pick up the phone, huh?  Bitch…

DEPUTY BLUE: Mrs. Perry!? I don’t know who you are talking about, but I can rest assure you I am not who you think I am.  I am Deputy Roxie Blue with the Allegheny County Sheriff’s Office.  I’m calling you from your husband’s phone.  Is your husband’s name Vincent?

DAWN PERRY: Sheriff’s Office? Vincent is my husband.  Well, soon to be ex-husband, but….what happened? 

DEPUTY BLUE: Your husband, Vincent, is being transported to the hospital as we speak. He is still alive, but barely. 

DAWN PERRY: OH MY GOD! What happened to him?  Is he going to be okay?  I’m at my parent’s house right now, but I can meet you at the hospital as soon as possible.

DEPUTY BLUE: Okay, Mrs. Perry. The detectives and myself will meet you at the hospital to see if you could share any information on who would do this to him.

DAWN PERRY: Okay….I’m on my way right now!

Almost immediately after the phone call, Dawn flings the bedsheets off of her body, rushed on some sweats and darted to the hospital, leaving her parent’s a written note of where she is. Several minutes later, Dawn arrives at the hospital in a messy appearance that got the attention from the nurses and doctor’s working.  Dawn does a fast walk up to the front desk of the hospital and is escorted to the emergency room where Vincent is in a medical induced coma.  When she was allowed to enter through the closed curtains that separated his room from the rest of the emergency operation, Dawn was shocked at what she was seeing.  Although, Vincent and her were not particularly in love with each other anymore, the strong sense of caring was still there, and they still loved each other, but not in love with each other.

Her first sight of Vincent caused her to put her hand on her chest as she saw tubes sticking out of his throat and penis. Bandages and gauzes covered up all his exit points of where he bled out heavily, and a massive pad on his chest where she could see small amounts of blood protruding through the pad.  As she slowly makes her way around the bed, just in awe of what she is taking in with her own eyes, she hears the curtains behind her swing open.  The sound of the curtains opening up caused her to turn around in almost a scared like reaction, but made perfect eye contact with the doctor.  Not wasting much time while the doctor was in there, she began to ask him what happened to him.  The ER doctor started to explain to Dawn that her husband was found on the master bedroom floor, bleeding from his eyes, nose, mouth, anus, and penis and naval.  Obviously, this was horrible news to her as she remembered leaving Vincent at home alive and well, although he was on the ground in pain for different reasons.

Dawn was also explained that a pentagram was discovered to have been carved on his chest, but not sure with what object could’ve been used. Taking all this in from the doctor just made her eyes swell with tears and stream down her cheeks.  Her meeting with the doctor lasted about five to seven minutes, before the detectives and Deputy Blue arrived at the hospital.  When the doctor left the room and brushed against the curtain, Dawn was looking out of the room and saw two well-dressed men in suits and one female officer in her dark blue uniform, which resembled the sheriff’s office.  Once Dawn saw them approach at the nurses station and make eye contact with her after the nurse told them where she was, she exited the room with her husband and closed the curtain behind.  The three officers and Dawn met each other halfway and finally went somewhere else for a private conversation.

DETECTIVE #1: Good evening Mrs. Perry. I’m Detective Moss, this is Detective Goose and this is Deputy Blue.

ROXIE BLUE: We spoke on the phone earlier, Mrs. Perry.

DAWN PERRY: Yes, I remember. I want to apologize for my reaction and behavior.  You obviously didn’t deserve that and….well….you know…I was upset from earlier.

DETECTIVE #1: Yes, Deputy Blue filled us in a little bit on your phone conversation with her. Can you tell us the last time you spoke to your husband?

DAWN PERRY: Umm…it was last night. We had an argument over what happened.

DETECTIVE #2: What exactly happened? What did you two argue about?

DAWN PERRY: Well…I found him in the bed with another woman and that just set things off.

DETECTIVE #1: Anything happen during the argument? Anything physical?

DAWN PERRY: Nothing physical happened. It was just words flying back and forth.  I felt myself getting angrier and angrier, so I left the house and went to my parent’s house.

DEPUTY BLUE: He was just fine when you left? No bruises, scratches, cuts or anything like that?

DAWN PERRY: Vincent was fine. I have no clue what happened to him. 

DEPUTY BLUE: On the phone you referenced a woman, a whore as you said, but do you have any idea of who she is? Where she went?

DAWN PERRY: Nope. I don’t know where she went.  I just know she left the house, which was a very good idea or you’d be investigating another scene.

DETECTIVE #1: Do you know if Vincent had any enemies or anyone that wanted to hurt him for any reason?

DAWN PERRY: No.

DETECTIVE #1: Okay, Mrs. Perry. We’ll finish our interview for now, but we may have more questions for you later.  I’ll be in touch.

Once the interview ended and Dawn was given a business card from the detective, she and Roxie made eye contact with each other, but it wasn’t in a friendly sense. Dawn broke her eye contact of Roxie and continued on to her husband’s side, but Roxie stared at her backside until Dawn was out of side.  Both detectives and Roxie consulted with each other before leaving and shared mental and written notes.  In the meantime, Roxie had her suspicions of Dawn, but also had an idea that maybe she is not involved because of her possible alibi with being at her parent’s.  With no clues and with no real evidence to even make Dawn a possible suspect, they were still at square one with Dawn being a person of interest.

For the rest of the night, into the early morning hours, Dawn stayed by her husband’s side keeping herself up to date on his condition. While Dawn remains at the hospital, Shelly wakes up to prepare herself ready for work.  Shelly opened her eyes to look up at the ceiling, and felt this excruciating pain rolling through her head, shoulders and back.  To her amazement, Shelly noticed that she was sprawled across the bed on her back, diagonally, and half-dressed with no hair scarf.  As she attempted to get up, she immediately put her hands over her eyes and head, making painful moaning noises.  It was at this point that she began to think, when she could get herself to think, that a migraine has settled in.  Receiving migraine headaches always come after she uses her Wicca magic for the purpose of harming or hurting others.  As she struggles to get up to get her migraine medicine, which is in the kitchen cabinet, her entire head feels like her heartbeat is actually beating in her brain.

When she finally sits up, and slowly slides her feet over the side of the bed, she feels something wet dripping onto her wrinkled up t-shirt. Shelly looks down and notices that her nose is bleeding, and small droplets are staining her shirt.  Quickly she realizes that she had to be at work, but with her getting up early every morning on time for number of years, her body was able to wake up on its own without the use of an alarm clock.  Unable to move her eyes towards the clock independently, she has to turn her entire head in order to see what time it is.  It is about ten minutes to six in the morning, which in her painful mind gives her more than enough time to gather herself for work.  From the bed to the kitchen, Shelly uses the doors, door frames and hallway walls to keep her balance, and kept her head down since this made her feel better, regardless of her nose bleed situation.  Just before she gets to the kitchen, Shelly has to pass through her living room and she always made it a habit to turn on the television to break the morning silence.

On this particular morning it wasn’t any different, except the pounding in her head and her sensitivity to the sunrays peeping through the blinds. Immediately, she picks up the television remote control and turns it on.  Normally, it is on the news channel from the night before when she finishes her day by watching the late night news, however, this broadcast would be much different.  As the television comes on, the INN, International News Network, is in the middle of a special segment, interrupting the normal morning news flow.  It takes Shelly a few minutes to realize that the normal voices she is used to hearing is not reporting on the weather or the news of the prior evening.  Shelly turns around to face the television, with her eyes barely open, and can hear a man talking like a preacher with the sound of his voice like Dr. King.  Curiosity got the best of Shelly, as she wanted to know who is this man preaching on the television, and did she leave it on some religious channel.

Shelly mumbles to herself, “Who the hell is this talking? He sounds like Dr. King.”  It was soon announced by the news anchor, conducting the interview that he was there with Minister Khalid X Cure, self-proclaim commander-in-chief of the United Federation of Black Planets.  Shelly heard this announcement by the anchor, and I swear it made her head feel even worse as she couldn’t understand what she just heard over live broadcast.  Again she mumbled to herself, “Minister who!?  Is this another one of those leaders?”  Shaking her head from the unbelievable statements that Minister Cure was giving, she turned back around and continued her way to the kitchen.  A few minutes later, which I’m sure felt like an eternity to her soul, Shelly finally got ahold of her migraine medicine and chased it down with tap water immediately.  While she stands at the kitchen sink, trying to compose herself to get ready for the next morning task at hand, the news broadcast finally tears away from the militant minister.

The following segment announced that the Russian President, Alekzander Gustavof, was nearly assassinated at an event in Kiev last night. Shelly turns back to the television to make sure she heard the news right, and started walking to pick up the television remote.  Just before she turned the television off, live coverage was being shown of the possible assassin fleeing a building where she was thought to be surrounded and trapped.  This amused Shelly, and made her chuckle for a few seconds before she turned off the television to head back to the bedroom.  As she walks back to the bedroom she mumbles to herself, “I can’t deal with this today.  People are getting fucking crazy.”

[Kiev, Ukraine]

Suspect assassin, Aya Silverman, a Russian national who is working hand in hand with the Central Intelligence Agency, is fleeing through the streets of Kiev with the Ukrainian Police and Russian Military units pursuing her. Behind the pursuers was her handler and CIA sponsored spy, Daniel Storm, who was in charge of the operation to have the Russian president killed.  As Aya rounds one corner, she is surprised by a group of Ukrainian Policeman in front of her, but with her fighting skills and deadly training, she was able to handle the group of four policemen with ease by breaking necks, arms and spleen.  Aya stole one of the automatic weapons from the injured policeman and continued fleeing through the rough, brick-layered streets.  Daniel, who was keeping radio contact with her by talking to her through her ear, was guiding her in which way to go, but of course now his cover was completely blown.  Following the pursuing authorities, Daniel opened fire shooting at the Russian military soldiers in the back, causing the vehicle to veer off the road and overturn in a ball of flames.

It was at this point Daniel was taking gunfire from behind when rounds went through the rear window, and striking his windshield. Rounds continued to enter his vehicle, ricocheting around the interior nearly striking him.  Daniel instructs her to round another street corner and enter an abandon building.  As she attempts to do so, automatic fire is heard coming in her direction striking the ground around her feet.  She drops down to the ground, in the prone position watching the police vehicle coming at her at a high rate of speed, and began firing her own automatic weapon.  Her many rounds struck the vehicle, especially the driver and rear passenger, killing them, and sending the car into a wall and coming to an immediate halt.  After entering the abandon building and running out the other end, she continued straight down another street, uphill.  She began to think to herself that she may have gotten to the limits of her escape when she saw the Ukrainian police helicopter overhead.

Somewhere during the pursuit, Daniel and Aya lost contact with each other completely. It was clear that she was on her own and that she needs to hide herself immediately.  For several minutes the helicopter tracked her giving updates to the ground units pursuing her, but in the midst of a crowd of people, who were protesting the Russia’s influence in the region, they lost Aya.  Unknown to them, Aya was able to duck and hide amongst the crowd by changing clothes out of sight and escaping her pursuers.  However, her handler, Daniel, was not as lucky as he was captured by the Russian military units on the south side of the city, who at this point only think of him as one of the possible assassins, not a spy.  This was something that was explained to Daniel when the mission was accepted that if caught by any foreign national government or entity, for any reason, he may be disconnected from the knowledge of the CIA and left on his own accord, until he escapes custody and reaches one of the safe houses.

[New York City]

Meanwhile, Mercedes Johnson, the Godmother of the Cooper Family, is with some members of her organization planning on expanding her business to another major city. During her meeting with her constituents, it comes up that her new location for expansion is Baltimore, Maryland, where she wants to have a major influence; her hometown.  Before she is able to do that, she needs to confer with her brother, Rodney Cooper, who is the kingpin of the area, and is currently behind bars running his operation.  Confirming with him, and temporarily taking over his city with her majesty persona, in her mind can only mean one thing.  Her way to the top of the food chain and Queen of the East Coast.

End of Chapter III

FEBRUARY 15, 2016 – CHAPTER IV

 

THE ADVENTURES OF D & T

THE BEGINNING

For the longest time, and you yourself might have heard the same thing, that you only meet crazy people online. Well, if that is the case, how much different is it meeting someone behind the computer screen than to meet someone you don’t know in person at a bar, grocery store or at a public event? The only difference about the two is that you meet one face to face and the other over a bright screen where you type words or possibly video chat. My wife, labellanoire, has heard the same complaint and statements numerous times, and they become very shocked when she tells them that she met me online, and he’s not some craze killer or maniac. That same argument is always said that you meet crazy people online, which is true to a point, but you can also meet crazy people in person as well. How many stories have we all heard or read about when the woman, who is usually the victim, is killed or abused repeatedly by a man she met at a party, a bar, public event or something of that nature? These stories are on television everyday, and not too many say or have the common goal of the couple meeting through an online dating site.

Meeting on a dating site, True.com, was the site responsible for bringing me and my wife together. The funny thing about this meeting was that I had stop paying for the site about a month prior to us finding each other. I remember being in shock of how I was still receiving email notifications, still able to log in and respond to other that were showing interest. Since I was able to do this, I was able to search around and finally came across a black and white picture of a woman standing with a partial side profile. I won’t into too much detail of what I was actually thinking when I saw the picture, but reading her profile as well made me reach out to her first. She quickly responded, and later told me that she was quick to respond because I was able to give her a complete sentence and use proper English. I didn’t leave her a message such as, ‘(my name)! Call me!……! However, we didn’t have our first date until nearly two months later. We began talking to each other in late December 2006 and had our first date on Super Bowl weekend when the Colts played the Bears. That night of the game, I had a Chevy Impala, which had some electrical issues, but worked properly to make sure we had heat on the way up to my friends house in Baltimore.

We ended up having a great time at the party, and since then we’ve been with each other for the past nine years. Believe me, we have had our ups and downs in our relationship and marriage, but communication has always been the biggest key. Throughout the nine years we have been together, we have had numerous opportunities to learn about each other and found several different ways to communicate. The do’s and don’ts of communicating and what works best for us has pretty much been perfected, but our adventures together almost started from the immediate beginning; way before our legal union was completed. I gotta tell you that we have gone through numerous adventures together, and some of those adventures would have definitely broken up a lot of couples, but our strong bond kept us together and flowing. Those adventures will be told in later publications of this post, and I dare you to compare your adventures to ours and to see if you went through the same things with someone, would you stack up and push against the odds or just crumble and give up. Some people can’t handle serious adversity, and not everyone is strong enough to handle life’s stresses, but how you come out on the other end determines how you are perceived and how you continue in life. Some of our stories will be funny, something you can compare your life experiences too and some will be sorrow and sad, but none of them strayed us away from the railroad tracks. I look back at our life together and I have to tell you we are definitely blessed.

Henry Scott