Amy didn’t realize that she was moving her high heel sandals closer to the door. Her feet made subtle movements and every time she’d take a deep breath, her feet would slide closer to the exit.
“I created an evil drug lord, masking herself as a CEO. Irena Jenkins was my creation. Did you like her name, Princess Death Row? I thought it would be clever to give you an evil twin who was a drug dealer. I also created monsters inside the game like the albino shape-shifting people who I called the Orexecons and the Boneseeker Men.” The gunman paused for a second, admiring his words again, and waiting for the time to seize his moment.
Amy’s back was close to the door. She had both of her hands guarding her baby bump. Something was wrong, and Amy could sense it.
“I put myself in the game. Did you know that?” The gunman raised his eyebrows while smirking. “My character inside the game was a transgender hitman who had a female personality named Ch
Amy’s diamond earrings and her sparkling Italian evening gown shimmered in the sunlight. Her evening dress had a low-cut design in the back, revealing the tattoo of a Siberian tiger between her shoulder blades. Amy’s husband and her five-year-old son accompanied her on the red carpet. Her arm would always return around her husband’s waist after she’d strike a pose for a photographer’s camera. Bryan kissed his wife while proudly holding his little boy in his arms. Amy’s first love was her son and husband. The Hollywood glamour and her starlet lifestyle were a side issue. This was her heaven. She wanted nothing or anyone to destroy her first love. Bryan and Omar wore matching tuxedos. Amy purchased one tall tuxedo and one pint-sized tuxedo fit for a prince and a king. The king and the little prince escorted their queen down the red carpet in a dazzling fashion. If Amy had a choice, she would never wake up from her dream. Seeing her son in her husband’s arms made
“Stop!” Bryan remembered hearing Denise screaming at a prison guard before he fell unconscious. Denise’s screaming stopped when Bryan heard two gunshots. He also heard how a gunshot silenced Denise’s baby before he blacked out. Bryan tried to stop the prison guard from shooting Denise and her daughter. He fought the prison guard who was bigger than a WWE wrestler, even after getting punched in his stomach. Bryan knocked the prison guard off his feet a few times, but a right hook to his face was the only thing that shut him down. When Bryan woke up, he found himself strapped to a passenger seat inside a transport space vehicle. The vehicle that Bryan was riding in was the same spherical spacecraft that Bryan remembered being inside of on the night of his abduction. The small craft had the same oval unibody-shaped chassis. There was a large holographic navigation screen that took up the entire dashboard. On one side of the screen, Bryan could see a readout of the craft
“Yo, man, get your f#cking hands off my boy! Are you crazy?” Mark lashed out at a Death Row Infantry-man while standing up from kneeling in front of his son. “Touch my boy again and I’m gonna break your f#cking hand! You need to back the f#ck up!” Mark shoved the soldier back while giving the man a murderous stare. Lukas hugged his father in a tight embrace after watching him cuss at the soldier. The child wanted that warm moment back with his dad again, and he didn’t want to see his dad get upset. It comforted the little boy to feel his father’s hand caressing through his hair. A soft, resounding sentimental gasp came from the crowd of prisoners when Lukas hugged his dad. The sentimental gasping mostly came from women prisoners. Irena became impatient while waiting for her selected prisoner to step into his robotic exoskeleton suit, which would help her prisoner fight against 2Pac. 2Pac was Princess Death Row’s robot. She modeled the machine after the late rap star.
“He’s so cute,” a young woman said to Amy while pointing at Amy’s little boy. The woman sat across from Amy inside a luxury car dealership’s waiting room. “Thank you,” Amy acknowledged the compliment the young woman gave to her son. “He’s my only baby,” Amy stated with a giggle. She gazed down at her son, Omar, who was sitting on his mother’s lap playing a video game on his phone. “I have one of my own, but he’s grown up now,” the woman told Amy with her eyes still fixated on Amy’s son. She giggled when Omar looked up from his phone and waved at her. The woman, named Jenatrix, waved back at Omar while also blowing him a kiss. “I was going to wait till tomorrow to schedule an oil change, but I decided to service my car today and get it over with," Amy told the woman while breezing her fingers through her son’s trimmed, curly haircut. She fell into a conversation with Jenatrix while reaching into her purse. “Oil changes can be a bitch,” Jenatrix stated
Paul was sitting in front of a gas station behind the wheel of his lavender-metallic 1990 Lexus LS400. The assassin tried to figure out how he would dispose of a dead body, which he placed in the trunk of his sedan. It was ten o’clock in the morning, and right now Paul was getting ready to get out of his car to grab a cup of coffee. He had a slight hangover, and he needed something to wake him up. He was sitting inside his car, listening to Dr. Dre and Eminem, and trying to decide on the right time to get his latte. Paul hated crowded public places. He didn’t want to get out of his car to get his coffee because of all the people he saw marching in and out of the convenience store. Paul wanted his coffee, so he tried to ignore dealing with a store full of customers. As Paul sat in his car watching people walk in and out of the gas station, he could feel a female presence lurking inside him. He couldn’t stop the presence from taking over his voice. “You moron!”
Amy held her son in her arms. She stepped through her front door to see two men in black militia uniforms standing in her living room. The men were mountainous, resembling two dark towers standing beside her sofa. They had machine guns strapped to their chests, and skull masks kept their faces concealed. Amy didn’t expect this. She didn’t expect one man to snatch her son out of her arms. There was a fight in Amy’s living room. Amy punched and kicked at the man who tried to take her baby. She saw the soldier’s handgun, but she didn’t give a damn about getting shot. Amy snatched the mask off the man’s face. She kept punching the man until she fractured his nose. A bullet grazed her arm, but she kept brawling with the man. The adrenaline racing through the mother’s veins gave her the strength to crush the soldier’s throat with her fist. Amy used to be a mixed martial arts fighter. All of her training came back to her after the soldier assassin attempted to snatch her ch
Amy knew that the man who shot her husband was a white supremacist. She knew the killer targeted her husband because he was black. Amy thought about how the man never apologized to her in the courtroom for what he did. Instead, he told Amy, the judge, and the jury, that his gun went off by accident. He said he didn’t shoot Bryan on purpose. Amy thought about how the man said that Bryan killed himself by grabbing his gun. Her blood boiled when the disgraced police officer looked at her and said that her husband didn’t suffer. He told Amy that her husband died instantly, which he thought would give her a peace of mind. Amy became enraged, and she ran so fast toward the disgraced policeman that the bailiff couldn’t grab her. The disgraced police officer slowly stood up and folded his arms when he saw Amy charging toward him. He saw Amy as being a harmless, young, and beautiful woman who wouldn't be able to handle a man twice her size. Amy thought about how she w
Amy thought about her husband again while she was driving. It was the only thing that kept her from panicking. She thought about when she first met Bryan at a local grocery store and how she did something terrible to her future husband. She struck Bryan on the heel of his foot on purpose with her shopping cart to get his attention. Amy felt like a stalker for following Bryan all around the store before she tapped him with her shopping cart. She saw a strapping, handsome man walking around the store, still wearing his white paramedic uniform. Bryan was gorgeous on the outside, but there was something on the inside that also attracted Amy. She could see a gentleness radiating through his crystal brown eyes. He was sexy and was as big as a pro football player, but he had alluringly gentle eyes. Amy would often fantasize about looking up into those eyes. She would fantasize about making love to her husband again. Every night she would wear a silver negligee that Bryan bo