Series
BANG BABYES
VIREIL FLASHES BACK TO 2 WEEKS EARLIER SETTING: THE LAB The dark stormy sky sets the mood for the atrocities occurring somewhere you aren’t and thank God for that, only those profiting have the devil to thank for their success. In a warehouse just south of the east end, the cries inside are masked with the best technology nobody can buy. To mask out your voice is to take your power, cause to be heard by someone who can hear you is your strength. But cries are their last words, words that are unable to reach the ears that walk by the building. Sirens from the road rage drivers don’t make it better and the hose and mop cleaning up what’s left of you will be the only part to stay, stained in the pavement while the rest is disposed of. Inside the cries are louder. Cover your ears, the people shriek so loud they’ll make your ears bleed. The unfortunate souls inside have been rejected by men and women, only people who come here have already been forgotten. Footsteps drown out the sound as they walk away, The steps stop inside of a clean pure white marble room. Inside is Vireil strapped to a bed, he’s wearing a helmet clamping his eyes and mouth open along with a metal rod attached at the top. A man wearing a white coat is Dr. Sorry with his assistant Clare.
By La’Garyus Bonney4 years ago in Fiction
ACT ii BANG BABYES:
(VENGEANCE IS MINE SAID ME) SETTING- CHICAGO, 76th & Morgan Blue lights flash on to a black car, footsteps get closer till the reflection of a white police officer shows on a car window and the window begins to open. A young black male named Ed is inside.
By La’Garyus Bonney4 years ago in Fiction
Love's Illusion
The young boy opened his eyes, doing his best to fight sleep. It was just your typical day the morning everything changed for him. Just as the teacher came into the classroom, a young girl stepped in clearly shy from the nervous fidgeting she was doing waiting to be introduced. Now, the young boy had heard of something called “Love at first sight”, but he had never really believed in it, writing it off as something stories liked to use to give young girls and women a chance to dream of a fantasy love. That skepticism was thrown out the window when the young girl was brought in as their new classmate. The teacher instructed her to sit in the lone empty chair, a couple of seats in front of where he was only adding to his excitement.
By Amanda Adkins4 years ago in Fiction
CHAPTER 20
iii Harry Solomon sauntered into the dull lights of the warehouse under the misconception that he’d be finally meeting with the man they called Prince Igor. He wasn’t prepared to meet three men, one of whom was his one time rival, Reggie O’Dowd. Short, stocky, and with a vicious scar running from his right temple to his jawline, Harry was dressed in his usual plaid waistcoat and slacks, plain cotton undershirt, along with hobnailed boots. There was a gold watch and heavy chain hanging from the third button of his waistcoat, looping to the small left hand fob pocket. Reggie marvelled at how the cold chill of the night didn’t seem to bother Harry. He was still wearing the same bowler hat he’d had from before the War; it had seen better days. He completed his look with a large, sweeping, handlebar moustache that was meticulously waxed into a straight line—like the coaxed single whisker of a deadly cat.
By ben woestenburg4 years ago in Fiction
