Brook Wanted Poster Novels & Stories

Stepping outside I inhaled the fresh air, "I don't know if I still want to do this." Brooke frowned at me, "if you say no, I'll tell them where they can put it." I groaned, "it's not fair, like what do I even say to him? If I knock the shit out of him do you think he would press charges?" Brooke died laughing, "nah, I think he would just look at you like you were crazy and go smoke a blunt somewhere." Cranking her car Brooke looked over at me, "how about we tell them to meet us at the park by the house? It's getting dark so not many people will be there."

Hit me up. Then another: Homewrecker. And another: Daddy issues much? I turn my phone face-down on the floor, but I can still hear it buzzing against the floor. When I finally look up through blurred vision, Maya Brooks is standing at the end of the hallway. The student manager clutches her practice schedule against her chest, staring at me with something that might be pity. "Maya" I start to call out. Instead she turns and walks away quickly, her sneakers squeaking on the floor.

News about him has been non-existent, so I imagine he has been killed. Soon, the whole place is emptied and I am alone once more, standing underneath the sunset. I want a drink to drown out the pain and hopelessness I feel, but I feel like too much of an intruder to do that. “Miss Houston?” I hear a voice I recognize as Brooks’ say beside me. I look at him. Brooks is a bit old. He is an Olympic sharpshooter that Howard had recruited. He has a bit of a piratical look about him, with a scar running down the side of his rugged face.

When I looked out of the studio window, I noticed far more cars were parked outside than usual. There was a crowd of people milling around the doors. I returned to the recording booth and gestured for Brook to check his phone. He looked down at the screen and then sat there in silence. I was surprised that he remained seated. Trevor was obviously planning to reveal Brook Sierra's true appearance as a means to whip up interest in our game. If Brook didn't sneak out soon, then the media would soon have this place surrounded. Even though our studio would be the ones to benefit most from all of the attention, springing something like this on anyone showed a real dearth of moral character.

"My brother and my mother are waiting for you, and here you are having a cozy little dinner date with Mr. Quest." One of the friends gasped theatrically, as if this were breaking news and not a manufactured scene. "Wait, is this the guy from the pictures? The one from Rich&Unfiltered?" "The one and only wannabe," Brooke raised her eyebrow, not taking her eyes off Zoe. "Some people just cannot help themselves." She wagged a manicured finger, the same finger that had once threaded through Zoe's own during a funeral, the same hand that had signed her over to men who called her nothing at all.

_______ Upon arrival, I saw the first poster on my locker and I croaked into tears as I tore it off. There, in a bold print, was my mother cleaning a toilet that I assumed belonged to Brooke. Mom was in a maid uniform and Brooke took the liberty into adding a silly caption which read : Clean Enough Miss. Diamond? And at the bottom of the page, it reads, Blossom Wright's mother. Now everyone would know my mother cleans toilets for a living. Sophia and Nina appeared right after. They really were two guardian angels. Sophia was holding tissues and Nina comforted me. "I can't believe Brooke would stoop this low," Sophia snapped.

Unable to find common ground in conversation, they decided to play poker instead. Wanting to liven things up, Isla made phone calls inviting more people to join. During the waiting period, Grace filled in for two rounds. "Mrs. Brooke isn't answering her phone. Is something wrong?" "You don't know? Last night, Mrs. Brooke stormed into Fortress, wielding a knife. It's said that when she arrived, the screens in the lobby were playing a loop of her husband with a woman," Jean recounted excitedly.

Kaze remarked with a smile, “You might die if she heard you make that comment.” In less than ten minutes, Bob’s minions received devastating calls. “Shit, Mr. Damian! Brooke was found in his girlfriend’s home. He has been beaten up. H-His thing was cut off.” “Your fanciest nightclub has caught fire. Thank goodness it’s not business hours yet.” “Two men showed up at Bob & Beyond. Several of our men were knocked down.”