Romans & histoires It Crowd Maurice Moss

I sighed and looked down at the dead rogues around me. Having her come with us was a bad idea. A rustle came from behind. Maurice limped out of the woods, blood drying on his arm. He looked at the bodies and then at me. “They’re rogues,” he said. “Probably wanted to loot us but they have this weird looking tattoo he said showing me the straight line they all had in their necks” I nodded, distracted but all I could think about was Athena and how angry she was.

“Go up to the mezzanine. I need to talk to you.” Vlad agrees, with a brief nod, releasing the entrance to the queuing women. They give us annoyed looks while Dom still holds my wrist, guiding me through the crowd. Before we climb the stairs to the top floor, I see Maurice at the edge of our box, gesturing angrily towards the dance floor. I strain my eyes to see who the victim of the night is, but I have no idea. There's a crowd of people dancing, which makes it difficult to identify anyone. His displeasure seems to grow and he calls out with his fingers. Then he slams his palm against his closed fist, indicating that the person is fucked.

Maurice finally breaks the silence, reaching her hand out to me and smiling when I don’t hesitate to take it. “Be patient with me. Understand that I’m not doing this to hurt anyone. I don’t know where I go from here, and it may not be an easy ride, but I’m trying. Emma made me see sense.” I hate how a fresh tear rolls down my cheek, and I jump nervously when Maurice stands up abruptly, her chair scraping back noisily, and marches towards me like a woman on a mission. I recoil. A moment of hesitant fear washes over me that she may beat me, then jump when she wraps herself around me in an awkward bear hug. Leaning over the top of me and buries her face in my messy long hair.

He yelled, speaking to the crowd. "We don't want to keep living in fear!" Someone else within the crowd shouted, backed up with the choruses of other people. "The Maestro must be captured." "Killed!" The screams were deafening and the center of my head had began to pound with all the noise. The blare of sirens sliced through the tension like a blade. The backup I requested for had finally arrived. A black SUV rolled to a halt just at the edge of the chaos. The door opened and Chief Marcus stepped out. He looked as tall as he always did, grey eyes and had the weight of the city pressed into the lines of his face. He stepped on top of a fountain and raised a hand, not to silence but to steady

Max reached the stage and physically removed Marcus, who fought and yelled but couldn't break free. The crowd was silent, shocked. Samuel took the microphone. "I apologize for this disruption. Marcus Moore is grieving his brother and has unfortunately chosen to do so in a way that spreads misinformation. We will address his claims properly, through legal channels. For now, please, continue celebrating." The crowd gradually resumed their festivities, though the mood was subdued. Riley found Samuel backstage afterward. He was sitting with his head in his hands. "Are you okay?" "No. That was a disaster."

"Doesn't that feel so good to say?" "You're never hearing it again." He laughed and the sound bounced around the empty cinema. We were the only ones in it, sitting in the middle row, screen playing in the dim light. "Is he dead?" I asked, trying to follow whatever I was watching. "About to be." I watched the girl drive a long rusted rod through his skull and tilted my head slightly. Then I looked at Maurice, who was smiling and completely engrossed. "That was her best kill ever," he said, pointing with his greasy fingers.

“You’re not going to last ten minutes out here with this nutjob. Fuck this guy and come with me. I’ll make sure you’re alright, I promise you.” I also turned to the others, ready for them to start shouting at me too. But they didn’t. “The thing about Colin,” said Maurice, “is that he has a special ability.” “What?” said Sonny. “Getting people killed?” “No,” said Maurice, “it’s more like that movie, The Sixth Sense, you know the one?” Sonny stared at him, baffled. I wasn’t too clear on what Maurice was going on about either. Since when could I speak to ghosts?

“Okay, I will let one of my staff handle it.” Zoey was caught by surprise when Maya hugged her and said, “You’re really the best, Zoey.” Not far from them, Maurice, who was pretending to be busy on his phone, heard everything, snorted. No matter how the woman spoke kindly with his family it can never change the impression she had left to him. After the party, Zoey was bidding goodbye to Theo and Tracy when Maurice approached them. “I’m going for a business trip tomorrow, I have to go,” Maurice said to Theo.

“Alright, fine. Let me see what I can pull up but no promises because we don’t know who we’re dealing with or what resources they have so we have to be careful.” “Hang tight, Bruce.” Maurice sat down at the keyboard and monitors set up at his makeshift corner office and began to type. “What are you doing?” Bruce asked as he watched him through the screen, tensed when squeaking alarms began blaring. Maurice stared at the screen of the monitor for a moment, lost in thought, then began typing again. “Just doing what I normally do best.” His brows knit together and he stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth as his fingers raced over the keyboard in starts and stops. “There! That ought to

AN EXPLOSION AT THE LUMSLEY LUXURY BUILDING YESTERDAY NIGHT CAUSES MANY INJURY AND DEATH LOUISA TOMKINS AND HER LOVER, HENRY STILES, ARE VICTIMS OF INJURY, LOUISA TOMKINS IS CURRENTLY INTENSIVE TREATMENT LENORE JOSH CALDOR AND MAXIMILIANA HURD CALDOR, WHO HAVE RECENTLY MARRIED WERE DECLARED DEATH OF SERIOUS JURISDICTION TO THEIR HEAD AND BURN OVER THEIR BODY. BOTH WILL BE BURNED TODAY.