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

“Nothing you can fix, partner.” Her words poignant

“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.

 

Sneak peek

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?

“Girl!” So the master calls

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 this is

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