SOUL SEARCHING

[SOUL SEARCHING]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS STORY...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL5790312FD1597C58

b-ismi-llāhi r-raḥmāni r-raḥīmi
Everyday the man would awake and make salat, after that he would go to his room and collect the things that he needed and leave the room.He was always careful not to make to much noise because his cellmate slept late every day.
He liked the morning because it was quiet and because he could watch the news before all the other inmates got up and began to make noise. There were not many muslim inmates and he did not like to fool with the christian inmates that much.
So many of them engaged in frivolous activity...gambling and talking bout dumb shit that he steered clear of them.
The guards pretty much left him alone because he kept the other muslim inmates in line and because he had filed so many lawsuits that he pretty much got what he wanted within reason. There were some guards who were mostly christian ministers and deacons who tried to make his life hard but he expected that.
Classic house nigger shit.
As he sat at the table and began to study the case that the state had against him he woud look up from time to time to check his surroundings. He had been having problems with the christians lately...the chaplain at the jail was putting negative propaganda into the population about muslims and it was causing problems.
When he was younger he had learned a lot about war and the strategies of war and he overstood the need to have allies in every camp and some of the christian inmates were not proud of what the chaplain was doing and would show him the pamplets that they received that said that muslims worshipped the sun...moon gods and satan.
In response to these lies he had started a muslim, christian dialouge and it seemed to be working in some aspects yet there were still christian inmates who were not swayed and would try to attack him so he had to be careful.
After awhile another muslim inmate came out of his room and they began to build together...you know... teach each other more knowledge, study.
He had been elected iman and he took this duty very seriously. These men would base their spirituality in the way that he taught them and he was careful to never let his personal feelings come into the way that he dropped islam on them.
His teaching of the deen.
As he and his akhi [brother] were studying he noticed a young brother sitting at a table with a bible. The brother had come in a few days ago and was always the first one in the room where they held church and he was always the last to leave.
After awhile he kind of forgot about the brother until he looked up and saw him walking towards him and he closed his quran and stood up to meet him...to face whatever this brother was about to say.
Nothing could have prepared him for what came next.
As the brother came closer he noticed that his eyes were red as if he had been crying and what happened next really shook him.
The brother began to cry and his sobs tore through his body as he asked if he could have a minute of the mans time.
He said yes and sat down as the brother began to speak through his tears and he started to tell his tale.
The young brother was a singer and he had been in the church all his life, yet he had always felt that there was something missing and he wanted to know more about islam.
As he began to talk the brother seemed to calm down and a couple of times he stopped the man to ask questions...to say that it felt as if things were beginning to click into place.
After they had talked for awhile more inmates began to come out of there rooms and a few of them went and got the brother who was the jailhouse preacher out of his room and stood in the corner talking.
After a moment of this the brother who was the preacher walked over to the table where the muslims were and they stood up to meet them. The peacher walked over and began to ask the young man what he was doing? why was he talking to these people?
The young brother told them that he was searching and the preacher told him that the only place that he needed to search was the bible...to ask god and god would show him.
The young brother said that he had done this his whole life and that he still felt incomplete and that he was just trying to learn.
The preacher told him that all he would gain from the muslims was hell and the brother told him that all he saw every day was christians who gambled and kept up mess all the time and that the muslims were always studying and stayed away from all the bullshit that was happening in the wing.
The preacher turned and walked away in anger.
The young brother then said that he wanted to be a muslim and the man told him that there were things that he had to do first.
He told the brother to keep coming to the table and that they would give him the keys. The brother continued to come by and learn and after about a week he was givin his kalima shahada.
The first time the he called the adhan every muslim in the ummat cried it was so beautiful.



ARABIC WORDS...
b-ismi-llāhi r-raḥmāni r-raḥīmi  "In the name of God, Most Gracious, Most Merciful"
SALAT...PRAYER
ADHAN...CALL TO PRAYER
DEEN...FAITH
UMMAT...COMMUNITY
KALIMA SHAHADA...DECLARATION OF FAITH.

hamzah faruq

ELECTRONIC LOVE

[electronic love]
THE MUSIC. PLEASE LISTEN TO THE SOUNDTRACK..
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL0B9D5BCBDFFDB9A8

I am home on leave and one of my boys is sitting in my living room telling me about some girls he met.
I am half listening cause he is known to lie from time to time and I don't want to be sucked into one of his wild ass tales right now.
"Man I got one you would like bro. she has a big ol ass and all."
Okay now he has my full attention.
I say "man why you lyin and shit."
"Man I aint lyin"  he says as I pass him the blunt and he takes a toke and coughs.
After he is done coughing he passes it back to me and says "man let me use the damn phone?"
He dials and I say to myself "this nigga probably is calling a number he knows aint no damn good" and I sit back and use the pencil in my hand to put some finishing touches on the graffitti that I have been working on.
I look over and I see that he is still holding an imaginary ass conversation on the phone or so I think until I hear the laughter of a woman.
He starts to tell her about me and I sit foward cause I want him to get this shit right.
I hear him say "here he is right here" and he hands me the phone.
I take it from his hands with a little trepidation cause he is also known to like some skanky ass women too and I do not need that on my resume.
I place it to my ear and I say "Hello?"
There is a pause and I hear someone say hello back to me and we begin to talk.
I mean its kind of weird because I have never seen her but we talk for hours and I do not even really notice when he leaves...when my family comes home.
She tells me that she is 17 and that her birthday is next week and that she is throwing a party at the Sheraton and asks me if I would like to come. I say yes and we talk a little while longer before we hang up and  go to help my mom in the kitchen. I have always liked to cook and my mom likes my food as well as I like hers.
We talk every night and we begin to grow close over the phone and every night I wonder what she looks like as I am sure she wonders what I look like as well.
Her party is going to be on New Years Eve and I buy a brand new outfit in anticipation.
Every day I hang out with my boys and smoke and drink. Idont know it yet but this will be my last time seeing a couple of them as they become casualties of the streets.
And I am in the army...wow what a juxtaposition!
The night of her party I call a cab and I arrive at the Sheraton thinking of an escape if she is ugly or whatever.Hey what can I say?
I catch the elevator to the floor she is on and as the doors slide open I hear music and see people standing around. I walk through the crowd and enter the suite where they are throwing the party. No one notices me so I just kind of stand around until a beautiful girl pushes a drink in my hand and dissapears ack into the crowd.
I take a sip of the drink and smile.
It is just like i like it strong and firm and I lean back against the wall and start listening to voices trying to pick her out.
A group of girls enter the room and I hear her but I cant see her as well as I want to because they surround her.
I move closer and it seems as if they all move at the same time and I see her.
Wow!
She is beautiful and yes indeed she does have a most magnificent ass.
Wow!
I move to her and whisper in her ear and she leans back into me.
"I knew that you would come."
"Would'nt miss it or you for the world." I say as she takes my hand and introduces me to the beautiful girl who handed me my drink.
Turns out this is her sister and the other girls are all classmates and friends.
We all stand around and talk for awhile before I make the acquaintance of her cousin and his frien and we discover that we share a common love of the bud and we dip out to burn a couple.
I return to the party after we finish and she says "I thought maybe you did'nt like me or something."
I assure her that is certainly not the case and she says to me "I want to go somewhere alone with you."
I take her hand and we walk out of the party and go to the next floor down where it is a little quieter and we start to make out in the hall.
What the hell it is New Years Eve.
I rub her ample breasts through her blouse and we kiss and become hotter and hotter.
I push her back and we look at each other for a minute before I take her hand and lead her to the service elevator room and I push her against the wall and thrust my hand into her pants and she moans so deeply that it makes my dick even harder.
I start to take her pants off and she tries to stop me...to say someone might catch us. I tell her thats what makes it better and we fall to the floor as I push her legs as far back as they will go and beat into her pussy as she throws her pussy back at me.
We fuck like this until we both cum and I kiss her deeply before I get up and hand her  one of the clean towels that lies folded on the maids stand.
She stands up and I ask her if she wants to see something. She says yes and we ride the elevator to the top floor of the Sheraton and look at the city as it lies beneath us and talk of our young futures.
I do not want to share her with anyone so when we leave the top floor I ask her if she would like to go for a walk with me and she says yes, so we walk out into the Florida winter night and even though all I wear is a long sleeved shirt and pants and  she wears a sweater and jeans we are warm.
I decide to take her in the direction that I grew up in and we walk, talk, hold hands as we look at the lights and admire the night and each other.
Every once in awhile we pause to kiss and I feel my nature rising again right before she says Iwish we had somewhere to go.
I look around as we walk and I notice a house that is empty. We are in a historic district so the house around us have ample yards and  plenty of foliage and I take her hand and we move up the walk of the empty house and I tell her to sit on the front poarch as I check the windows and doors and they all are locked.
Yet I grew up in the ghetto and one of the things that I was good at was getting in locked doors and windows.
I plead the fifth.
I get in and make my way to the front door and let her in and we sit on the floor and talk for awhile before I strip her naked and do something that I have been wanting to do since I saw that big ol booty earlier.
I turn her around and guide my dick into her doggystyle and she pushes back against me as I fuck her and spank her ass.
She comes so fast that it surprises me but I am not finished yet and I fuck her until she begs me to cum in her...to fill her up and I do.
We talk and fuck for the rest of the night and when I take her back to the room everyone is already asleep.
We kiss and I promise to call her tat night and when I do we talk until the next morning.
We see each other a few more times before I leave and when I am home I always make sure to call her and our relationship continues for many years.
She always will be my first electronic lover.

THE LAW OF THE LAND

[LAW OF THE LAND]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS LESSON IN NIGGAOLOGY 101...YO ASS BETTA LISTEN
http://youtu.be/1Dc-v0BeLhE

Where I'm from slavery is still the law of the land, all thats happened is a name change...a whole lotta body work, some fresh paint.
All tricked out and clean and sittin on chrome like a donk at a southern car show, as meanwhile women in little bitty clothes stand around showing it off.
Yet I see through the glitz and glamor, the futile attempts to cover up, the bullshit as it is spread.
See I got more power than an electric chair in a little bitty concrete room as the guard prepares to throw the switch, lyrics that will lace you up with more rounds than a bitch ass snitch
I am the seed of free men and former slaves, sharecroppers and service men, bones and dust are the testaments to their lives.
Marble and stone ranks in a cemetary where tears fall to hot hard ground as a boy became a man, trying to put it all in place.
Milk from breasts and bottles that nourishes a babies soft body as a man tries to figure out how to make it work out as life beats down.
A nigga has been told that he aint shit by the system, told that he aint shit by the queens that he is supposed to protect, so hard to rise when you just a nigga that aint shit.
Soundbites in an urban nightmare where the enemy is you, everytime you turn on the evening news, they spittin the new nigga blues.
In this the land of free, home of the brave, where the words African American still seperate and stigmatize a whole race.
Cause where I'm from slavery is still the law of the land, all thats happened is a name change.

INDEPENDENCE DAY. [FREE AT LAST, FREE AT LAST.] A SHORT STORY

INDEPENDENCE DAY. [FREE AT LAST, FREE AT LAST.] A SHORT STORY

THE SOUNDTRACK FOR THIS STORY...

http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL028611AF6DD8F7EC



This picture has inspired about 4 writes from me. This is the latest...



I hear my wife cry out as I sit on the porch looking into the night sky. The stars that flicker, the full moon that shines so bright.
I hear the bedsprings as they creak and moan. The voices as they whisper. I stand to go inside and then I remember that I cant.
I look at the houses that line the road and I see Tom as he pulls aside the flimsy rags that serve as the curtains of his house, he looks my way and I sit down and try to become one with the shadows...the night.
I wonder why things got to be this way? Why I gotta sit out here on this cold porch wrapped in sadness and all alone? Why do things have to be so unfair?
I was new to this place when I first met Ruth, she was without a doubt the prettiest woman that I had ever seen, all brown and beautiful and dressed in a calico dress. I was coming in from work and covered in dust and wearing a pair of torn pants and nothing else. My feet were bare and I stopped dead in my tracks as she passed me by and walked up to a house on the dirt road and went up the stairs and inside.
I stood there barechested and dirty as more women came down the road and went into the same house.
I saw a man as he came around the side of the house with his head bowed and he sat on the steps of the house and placed his face in his hands and I saw his shoulders shaking as he cried.
I wondered what could be happening inside the house that would make him so sad. I did'nt go anywhere near him, I simply found a tree and and sat against it. More men came and they sat on the steps with him. Some of them lit their pipes and stood around and talked, tried to console him.
After about an hour I heard a lot of noise coming from inside the house and I heard the sharp cries of a baby.
One of the women came out of the house and took the mans hand and led him inside. There was a great cry and I saw the other men rush in and they brought the man out kicking and screaming as Ruth walked out and watched them take him away.
Over the next few days I learned that the man that I saw crying at that house was married to the woman inside and that the white man who owned the plantation was having sex with his wife. The baby that had been born that night was the white mans child and that the boy looked just like him.The white man.
I also started to pay a whole lot of attention to Ruth and learned that she worked in the big plantation house as a maid to his wife. Ruth went to church at the plantation church on sundays and she sang in the choir.
I made it my business to go to church every sunday after that and pretty soon Ruth was paying attention to me. We were married a year later and needless to say I love her with all my heart.
Today I found out that the man who owns this plantation and in a way our lives had told my wife that he was coming to our house tonight and that I should find somewhere to be until he came and left. I thought about it all day before I finally realised that there was nothing that I could really do.
This thing had been happening so long...would continue to happen.
I would have prayed but I would be praying to his god... a white god.
What could he do for me?
Even the black preacher told us that we were cursed. Meant to serve the white people.
I look into the expanse of sky, the stars above my head and reach out for strength and I see one of them glow for a minute so bright that I think I must be seeing things.
I hear things moving around inside and I know that they are finished.
I stand and the door opens and there he is. He looks at me as if I am nothing and starts to place his hat on his head.
I reach into my pants and I pull the knife out and plunge it into the softness of his stomach and push it up into his heart. I have butchered plenty of animals before.
He screams out in pain and falls to the floor and I see lights as doors are opened and people pour out of their houses to see what is happening.
One of them is the so called police of the negroes and he and two more black men grab me and throw me to the ground and hold me down.
I do not struggle.
What will be, will be.
Ruth runs out of the house and looks at the body of the dead white man and at me as I lie on the ground with them holding me down and she she falls to the ground beside me and takes my hand in hers and asks me to forgive her over and over with tears in her eyes.
I want to tell her that I do not hate her, That I will love her till I die and even after that.
I hear the big plantation house come alive and it is not long before I see the white mans brother and his teenaged son appear and look at the body of their brother and father. He turns around and the rage that is on his face is so strong that it can be felt and I feel the black men kind of let go of me a little bit in their fear. He tells the black men to stand me up and they do.
He pulls a revolver from his waistband and shoots me in the knee right before he hits me with the hot pistol in my face and shatters my nose.
"What the fuck is wrong with you nigger!!!" He screams as he continues to beat me with the gun and some of my teeth shatter.
As I spit them out I hear him ask for a chopping knife and one of the slave runs to the side of the house and grabs a machete from the hook on the porch where it is located hanging by a leather strap.
I hear as he give orders to a black man to go and get a horse and hook it to a wagon and he hightails it to the barn as the white mans wife comes down the road and falls next to his body on the ground and she began to wail.
The machete is handed to the white mans brother and he calls the teenaged boy and hands him the machete and tells him to chop off the hand that killed his father.
The boy stands there and looks and for an instant I start to think that he may not have the heart to do this thing as the uncle and two black men hold me down.
It is then that I see the white boys face change and I know that he will. He chops swiftly and my right hand is gone.
It is the wrong hand.
I scream and Ruth screams with me...In me.
The black men are told to put me on the back of the wagon that arrives and a  rope is produced and placed around my neck.
I am stood up and I see the young black child that was born on the day that I first saw Ruth,his hair grows in a sort of blond halo around his head. I also see Ruth crying and being supported by some of the black women and then I see something that is totally out of place. I see the blackest man that I have ever seen. He is so strong that I can feel the power that he emanates and it calms me and gives me strength. He is wearing the skin of a golden animal and its head rests on his shoulder, it has large teeth and it and the man seem to glow.
The rope is thrown over the limb of a tree and I hear someone yell at the horses as the black man reaches out his hands towards me and I hear his voice in a language that I have never heard but I seem to understand as he says "you are free." As the rope breaks my kneck and my spirit leaves my body.

HMZAH FARUQ

DAMN WATERMELONS

DAMN WATERMELONS. A TRUE STORY

 THE MUSIC. SOME OF THAT 70S FUNK...

http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLC7641484D627650D





I get out of the car and the heat of the day seems to ripple in front of my eyes. My mother and father and my sisters climb out as well and we watch as my aunt and uncle and their children come down the stairs into the yard. I see my cousin Mike and we are the only boys so far. He has three sisters that are older than us and my sister is older than me. We all start to talk and forget about the adults as they make their way to the porch,into the coolness of the house.

My cousins live in the country part of Moultrie, Georgia out near Norman Park and my uncle Robert raises hogs. He also has fields planted with corn and all kinds of things, yet there is only one thing that we are concerned with right now and that is watermelons. I look past the barbed wire and I see the striped watermelons and I can already taste the sweetness of them...the coolness.

We look back and the adults have forgotten about us as more family members pull up. Aunts and uncles and plenty of cousins.

My mother has twenty brothers and sisters and when we cousins get together we make an impressive mob. We already have realised that there is power in numbers and we roll as a group almost everywhere we go. Nobody bothers us. There are simply to many of us.

Today we turn our attention to the field which lies in front of us as we make plans to go in and get us some watermelons. We start to pick up sticks and rocks and we talk to each other as we collect these things. We are getting these things because there is something in this field that is worse than all the snakes and the rats, yet we are ready to challenge even this presence today.

There is nothing better than a cold watermelon on a hot day.

We climb through the barbed wire into the field and start to make our way to where we know the largest watermelons are. There are about ten of us in this group, We are the oldest and the boldest. We may not see each other all  the time but we spend enough time together that we trust each other and each of us knows the other strengths and weaknesses. There are only three boys in this group, the rest are girls but they are tough just like us and we do not question their abilities.

We start to walk into the field and the stalks of the corn seem like a forest as we go deeper and deeper into the field where my cousin says the really big watermelons are. As we walk we talk and play around.

The main thing that we talk about is what we are going to do if we see our enemy. I have a rather large stick in my hand and I show how I am going to hit him if he bothers me,..if I see him. My cousins all agree that we are going to kick his butt.

We pass by watermelons but they are all to small for us, We want the big ones that are left after the adults have picked all the ones that they are going to sell.

The corn shades us and we see mice and birds as we make our way deeper and deeper into the jungle of corn and watermelons. The sounds of summer surround us and it seems as if music plays as the insects and the birds sing to us...to each other.

We reach the place where my older female cousins say the the big watermelons are and we start to look around but we stay together.

Strength in numbers remember?

We hear a sound in the corn ahead and we freeze as the rustling and huffing grow louder. I look at my older cousin and she places her finger to her lips in the hush position and we all crouch down. We all raise our sticks and get our rocks in the ready position.

All of a sudden the corn parts and a very large boar hog comes into view. He is much larger that I thought a hog could get and I realize at this moment that we all have the same idea as he paws the ground and snorts. It seems as if smoke comes from his nostrils as the dust from his face blows into the summer air. I see my cousin Mike throw his rock right before all hell breaks loose and the hog charges us. I turn to run and I realize that there are already three or 4 other kids in front of me. I imagine that the hog is breathing on my ass and that makes me run faster and we are all hollering and dragging sticks and running like hell. Something about a hog that a lot of people don't know is that if he gets after you he does not give up until he wants to.

We run across the field and jump through the barbed wire into the back yard and I keep running until I am in the car with the windows rolled up.I do not notice that my cousin Mike is with me until I calm down a little. I look out of the window and I see that my other cousins made it out as well. I look at the porch and I see my dad and one of my uncles, Horace I think... laughing their asses off and I get out of the car and puff my chest out as I walk up to them. My dad tries to contain his laughter as he asks Mike and I what happened and we make up a story about 20 hogs chasing us. As we turn to walk away my dad says to me. " Boy you might want to change them pants since half your ass is hanging out." I look back and see that  my pants are ripped and half my ass is indeed hanging out.

My dad and uncle told that story again and again about the cloud of dust that they saw coming at them across the field that day.

Needless to say when the story was told again and again that summer I was the butt of all the jokes.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

SWEET SUCCUBUS

SWEET SUCCUBUS [ROCKS ON MY WINDOW]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS LUSTY TALE...
http://youtu.be/sg0hhh_mfoE

Rocks on my window in the middle of the night and I rise from my bed. The curtains billow inward from the breeze, I look out of my window and she stands in the moonlight. A vision to behold as her clothes capture the very air surrounding her. I dont even know how I came to be standing on this porch as she whispers in my ear and causes the blood to rush and pulse into my heart. She takes my hand and places it on her chest , her nipples are so hard that they feel like firm pipe plums on a fruit tree in a yard in Georgia. I lift her skirt and she wears no panties. Her pussy seems to call my name as I rub my finger across her clit, she trembles and falls against me and I turn her around and my dick rests between her ass cheeks like a fat ass salami. I pull her into my apartment and rip her shirt off, shredded it falls to the floor, a trophy for my wall of lust. Her skirt is pushed up around her stomach as I throwher to the floor and spread her legs. I kiss her mouth , her neck, her breasts as my finger continues to massage her clit. I bite her neck as i take my hand and place it into her mouth so that she can see how good she tastes to me. I place my head between her legs as I take her clit into my mouth and suck it softly like the stem of a honeysuckle on a spring morning , sweetness on my tounge. I let my tounge brush back and forth as I bring her liquids to the surface and they pour into my mouth. Ambrosia for my immortality. She pulls me up onto her and takes my dick into her mouth and sucks on it , her eyes look up at me as she swallows my dick. I want to see her pussy, I want to beat it with my dick. I push her back and place my hands on her thighs and push my dick into her until I feel it slip into her womb. I push my dick so hard into her that she cries out and sinks her teeth into my chest, her clit is standing up, a man in a boat. I flip her onto me and she rides my dick until she cums again and her fluids flow over my nuts and onto the carpet. I put her on her knees and ride her until I cum on her ass , it runs down her pussy lips as she collapses to the floor to catch her breath. DAMN! I live for the sound of those rocks on my window in the middle of the night.

7 MINUTES A HOOD TRAGEDY

7 MINUTES [A HOOD TRAGEDY]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS SAD STORY...

http://youtu.be/myszr-xSfxQ

 The shots explode in the hallway as he shoots the locks off the door to the apartment. He smells the acrid smoke of the powder as he kicks the door in. " I told this motherfucker i needs all my money." he thinks as he moves into the small entryway and leans against the wall. Him and Scoob been friends a long time. Done drank together...smoked together...fucked hoes together. That was before he found out he was holding out on him. This shit was personal now.
That was why he hadnt sent anyone else to handle it.
He peeks around the corner. The T.V. blares in the background. A commercial about the next Maury Povitch show plays on the screen...more people being disappointed. He leans around the corner of the wall and pops off a shot at the T.V. and it blows up in a hail of smoke and glass. All of a sudden the wall next to him throws off some plaster and paint chips. He hears the shot almost at the same time.
 "Nigga I told you I was gonna pay you!"
"Its a little late for that shit Scoob!" He shouts as he tries to determine if the voice is coming from behind the couch or the love seat.
"Man I thought we was boys!" Scoob yells and he pinpoints the voice.
The loveseat.
He squeezes off two more shots from the 45 and he hears Scoob screaming in fear as the cushions of the chair throw particles into the air.
All of sudden he sees movement in the mirror across from him and he spins towards the other hallway as Scoobs woman runs out with a shotgun. She shoots as she runs and the shot is wide but wide with a shotgun is good in some instances. This is not one of them though and all she manages to do is spray him with glass from the shattered mirror...more plaster rains on him . He shoots her square in the chest and the impact of the bullet lifts her off her feet and throws her back. She is wearing panties and nothing else and it looks kind of erotic as she slams into the wall and sinks down. The blood looks like red paint and blends with the painting above her head as she sits with her legs splayed.He hears Scoob call her name and he comes out from behind the loveseat blazing fire from the barrel of his gun. He sees the flashes as Scoob shoots wildly at him. 4 shots. All wild.
He pumps two shots into Scoob and Scoob spins and hits the floor. He walks over to Scoob and kicks the gun from his fingers as he is dying.
" I told yo dumb ass to take them weapons classes." he says as he pumps a bullet into his brain.
He then loads a fresh magazine into the pistol.
He quickly moves into the room where the woman came from and looks under the bed...in the drawers of the dresser as he hurls them to the floor.
"Ahh there it is" he thinks as he pulls out a bottom drawer and see the cocaine and blocks of weed on the floor under the dresser. He  rips the backpack off of his back and stuffs the dope inside.
"Where the fuck is the money?"
His mind races as he looks around the room.
FUCK...FUCK...FUCK!!!
He opens the chest at the end of the bed and throws the blankets and shit to the floor before he sees the metal box at the bottom he shoots it and the cheap lock gives way. He opens it and stuffs the stacks of money into the backpack on top of the dope.
He leaves the room quickly. Even though this is a part of town where motherfuckers are used to the sound of gushots he knows that someone has called the police by now.
As he steps into the living room he is suprised to see Scoobs son kneeling on the floor by his mothers body. The boy is holding the gun that he kicked away from Scoobs hand. He is only about 10 and and kind of small but he holds the gun like he knows what he is doing.
"What the fuck?"
The boy pulls the trigger and the bullet rips into Turks neck and takes everything in it with it when it exits.
Sirens sound in the distance as the boy drops the gun and picks up his mothers head and run his fingers through her hair.
The hot tears from his eyes fall onto her cooling face.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

WARRIORS DO CRY... THE TRAVELERS RETURN

WARRIORS DO CRY. [THE TRAVELER RETURNS]



the music for this story. soundtrack baby!!!

http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=DF43C0E0A991C281

One thousand three hundred and twelve years. That how long I have watched societies rise and fail. Knowledge fall victim to the folly of man.
I was born in Africa in a village in what is now Nigeria. I was foretold of.
My birth that is.
The visiter came in the night to my father and they spoke into the dawn. The lessons that he gave to my father my father gave to me. I was told where to seek others like me yet I did not have to. I knew of them as soon as I was born.
We are few.
When I pass people on the street they tend to overlook me in some instances and the ones who do see me react in many ways.
Some of them invite me to their bar-b-q's and some to their churches.
The bar-b-q- is cool.
The church is a matter that we will discuss later.
I have seen things that make the blood run cold...drive weaker men insane.
I cannot love.
I do not mean that I do not have the capacity to love its just that I outlive those who I love.
One thousand three hundred and twelve years of loss.
I find comfort in the earth...the beauty of it.
I have walked across Africa...Australia...Eur-Asia...south, north, and central America.
When you have as much time on your hands as I do its easy to do.
The reason that I am talking to you like this is because you have unlocked a part of me that I wish would die.
A part of me that I thought that I could control.
Foolish of me to think this because as soon as I saw you my heart sang in thirteen languages
I have outlived my children...my grandchildren.
I am constantly on the move.
Never one place to long.
32 is hard to hide when you are suppossed to be 65.
Why do you plague me so???
What is it that makes me have to do this thing.
DAMN THIS DNA THAT MAKES ME THUS!
Do not be afraid of what I reveal to you empress for I would give my life for you.
If I could.
I felt the moment of your conception as I lay on a beach in Jamaica...a thousand miles away.
I traveled to the deepest jungles of South America to escape your lure... your pull.
Still you called to me across the air that I inhaled.
In the mountains of Tibet I dreamed of you singing songs of love as you blossomed.
You remind me of the sun as it kisses the snow capped peaks of Mount Killamanjaro in Tanzania.
May I touch you hand?
Of course I can.
Ahh you feel it as well...your heart...your mind.
I have toldyou parts of my tale...laid my soul bare...tears that rain into an ocean of life.
The billions that have lived and died.
I will see you die...I will see our babies die...and still I will live.
Haunted by memories of you.
Yet I will love you for a thousand years more if this planet survives.
 I will take memories of you to the stars...into futures beyond your imagination.
I will see our seed grow into nations...I will trace them across campaigns of war..struggle and strife...adulation and joy.
On cold nights 500 years away I will cry as I remember you and another woman will ask me about the tears that fall down my cheeks and I will talk of you.
I will teach you my name in a thousand tounges...listen to you cry them out as we make love...as I pour my seed into your womb.
We will see sunsets in distant lands...kiss on the same mountains where I have stood with kings.
Walk in the footprints of prophets.
You knew that my tale was true as soon as you touched my hand...You have dreamed of me as I dreamed of you.
Awakened with my name on your lips.
I never wanted to love again yet here I stand looking into your eyes.
I need your love.

THIS NEW WORLD PART 3

[THIS NEW WORLD] PART THREE
THE MUSIC...

http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=0DE3E72F3BC1C1AC





 Now...now  I am married. I have been married since the year 2022. My wifes name is Angelique and she is the reason that I am here in the lair of the beast. This lab.

My wife was one of the participents in the experiment just as I was.

When we escaped the labs most of us split up, yet we would find ways to meet from time to time in small groups. It was at one of these meetings that we met. From the very first conversation that we had I was hooked. Line and sinker so to speak. We continued to meet and the rest is as they say a classic love story.

Lately my wife has begun to display a power that we did not know that she had.

She can see the future.

She told me that the future is not as concrete as people may believe...not as clear. She also told me that we are at a point of convergence in time.

As she explained it to me I shall explain it to you.

At certain times in history there are points where time branches off into forks like the branches of a tree so while we may think that there is one future there can be thousands of eventualities.

Things that can cause the fate of man...of life as we know it to change. We were the result of such a convergence. The experiment that created us.

I know that that may sound strange but its not as strange as what she told me next.

She told me that I was the one that could change the fate of mankind. All man in this dimension.

I would have thought that she was crazy until she uttered the next sentence.

She asked me when I had started to travel to other dimensions. She said that it had been shown to her that I could exist in two dimensions at one time. That I could move across time and space in a way that no one else on earth could.

At this she had my undivided attention.

She wanted to know if it was true...the truth John.

I sat down beside her and told her everything how one day when I was in deep meditation I had suddenly realized that I was in two worlds.

Village in one...forest in the other.

I reaced out and there was our house in front of us in one continuum and in the other there was an old oak tree.

That shit scared the hell out of me. Here I was 100 and 13 and still finding out strange shit about myself.

Okayyyyyy.

I had the abillity to walk in and out of the weather of his world.

If it was raining where I was I had the abilty to look like I was walking in it yet I could remain dry. I had been playing with this ability for awhile but I had told no one.

She told me of a future that was even more different that the one we were in now.

There would be a war that would make all other wars seem like true childs play.

The begotten were convinced that could take our DNA and with the aid of a powerful scientest they could create a result in which they would aquire powers like us.

They were going to harvest our genes and they would succeed.

I was the only one that could change that.

For the last 40 years or so all I have done is teach.

When we escaped from the labs we had no idea that we were fertile. I guess we all figured that we had been sterilized. That could not have been further from the truth.

There are now thousands of us existing in villages all over this country and others.

Remember?  No caucasions.

The whole geography of man has changed.

There are truly places to get lost if you want to.

I and my wife have 22 children.

Our children have children.

Our grandchildren have children.

That is why I am here looking at these monsters face to face and what I am seeing confirms everything that Angelique has said.

All of a door opens and we are escorted into a lab unlike anything that I have ever seen before .

Damn I forget how old I am sometimes.

The scientest walks over to the console of one of the machines and takes the vials that i have given him and places one in a chamber on it and the whir of centrifuges and computers fillsthe room.

As the figures and graphs appear the scientist seems to grow more and more agitated.

"What is this shit!"he shouts at me as he spins around.

The old man and his son seem to cringe when he shouts his anger is so strong.

The room is silent.

"I asked you what the fuck is this?"

"It is the one that you sent to exterminate me." I say as I morph my face back into my own.

The scientist seems calm as he walks over to where I am and looks at me.

"So you are the one known as Dawood?" He looks at me with  the same look that a hunter may give a deer.

"Yes I am and how is your grandfather? Oh yeah he died in the lab didnt he?"

The sientist seems to be about to explode as the doors to the room open suddenly and soldiers rushe in and I feel the sting of a dart.

I awake in a room of gleaming steel... another prison in another lab.

As I sit up slowly I take in the room and try to shake the cobwebs out of my head. Even with my genetic makeup I am not invincible. I never said that.

As soon as I am standing a voice comes over the intercom in my room.

"Hello John Albert."

It is the scientist.

"What do you think that you are doing I ask him?"

"I am going to change the world. That is what I am doing"

"Do you know how many have had that dream before you? How many have died for that dream?"

"It does not matter for I have succeeded where no other has. "I have you."

"Do you now?" I ask him.Are all the enclaves involved in this or is it just you and this family?"

"You know we are all one family even when we are at war with each other by now John."

This is what I have been waiting to hear and I nknow what must be done.

I dissapear from the room I am in and I am in another place.

Sunlight and the smell of flowers.

Yet I still exist in the lab on some level.

I hear the chaos as they try to figure out what has happened.

Where the fuck is he?

I wait until the door is opened and the soldiers run in and then I reappear and simply push them into a rift in the air that  only I can see.

I am then in the hall.

I have much work to do here. These things cannot continue.

It seems no matter what man will find a reason to hate. No matter what is lost in the seeking of being the king. whether good or bad.

I quickly walk towards the room where I feel the presence of the scientist and the father and son.

I see the emblem of the lab...of this family on the wall and I wonder what made them think that they could contain me. Dare to go against the laws of Allah and keep commiting these travesties.

I hear them before I see them. They are cyborgs. men with the parts of machines. They move incredibly fast and are within feet of me in a split second. I fade into another dimension with them. Fire is the element here. this world is still being built.

They are confounded and they are instantly attacked by the huge bugs of this world. I see them as there arms and legs are ripped away by the claws...body parts swallowed by the jaws.

I return to whence I came and continue to walk. I take notice of everything and make the decision that I have to do more.

I come to the room where the men that I seek are and I rip the door from its frame with my mind.

I walk in.

The father and his son sit in chairs and the scientist stands behind them. They do not seem worried and I can detect their heartbeats.

They are calm.

"That was a jolly good show old chap." the scientist says as he claps his hand and a dome of some transparent material drops over me.

I chill for a minute.

"We are impressed by your abilities and want to make you an offer on behalf of all the families of the enclaves. As you may or may not know we hold much of the knowledge of this planet and we are also aware of something that no one in the old world figured out about the subjects."

I listen.

"We have made the connection that all of you contained the same type of DNA of the one that is called Jesus in the bible. Your molecular structure ...your DNA has the same sequence of his."

I am astounded by this revelation but I am also skeptical.

"We want to make you an offer."

"What is that?"

"If you let us use your DNA we want to make our families powerful as you are. We would pay you and build your paltry villages into great cities."

I take a moment before I say what I say.

"Fuck that."

All of them look at me like I have just lost my damn mind. The scientist moves his hand and i see something in it just a second before my mind seems as if it is on fire.

I fall to the floor in pain and he walks around the father and the son and looks at me on the floor.I am fighting for control of my thoughts... my mind.

"Did you think that we would not be prepared?" I hear him say through my jumbled thoughts.

"We are aware of your ability to see things with your mind..control them.

He laughs and it sends chills through my body. I have not heard a laugh like that since my time in a lab a long time ago. He sounds like his grandfather and that is what gives me the strenth to locate the source of my agony.

To eradicate it.

I stand and I see a look of awe as well as fear on his face as I destroy the plexiglass that surrounds me. The father and the son are swept back and crushed againt the wall as I step out of the ring at my feet and walk up to the scientist.

He stands in front of me and he pisses on himself. I smell the urine as it stains his pants.

I release the father and the son from my control and line them up and we file down the hall with them in front. As we walk  I begin to tell them what is about to happen and the son starts to whimper like a puppy.

We make it to the outside of the lab and it starts to implode as we walk away. I have sent it away.

To another dimension.

The soldiers of this enclaves army surroud us but they make no moves and no one commands them to.

I start to explode things all arroud. The walls that seperate this enclave from the city begin to fall.

The soldiers simply flee.

I hear the air ships as they arrive and I see the pilots throgh the windows but even they do not know what to do and I destroy them as well.

All 6 of them fall to the earth in flames.

I continue to lead the three men until we are at the place where the wall has crumbled to dust and I see the dirty and poor people as the look at these people who have caused them so much pain and I turn and walk away.

I destroy everything with a thought and I do not look back as I hear the screams of the three men as the crowd of people reach them.

I turn again and walk through the gates.

Its quite a walk to the next enclave.



THANK YOU ALL FOR READING THIS JOINT.

THIS NEW WORLD PART TWO

[THIS NEW WORLD. PART TWO]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS TALE...
http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=B350B9B364ED6DAC

 I have been in labs the world over and I have seen unspeakable things yet being here actually chills my blood.

I want to destroy everything...just lay waste to it all.

The scientist is a light skinned black man of about 40 years old.


He is the grandson of one of the scientists who participated in one of the experiments. His grandfather was a white man who died in the plague that destroyed the white race.


His father still lives.

All of these people are illuminati and that is why they are in control. Who better to control than those who control the information? The armies? The media?

I had paid special attention as the church had changed faces to meet the changing global situation and slowly taken control with a world religion. All over the world people were taught the same things and all society ran the same way. Caste was very important. If you were born forsaken you died forsaken. That was the way.

How easily had the sheep been corraled and misled.

The general public had no idea that we existed and the only people who knew were the families of the enclaves. They kept us as secret as they could even as they hunted us. some of us were eradicated but we did have the ability to reproduce and if it was a union of those who were part of the experiment we had the ability to produce children like us. Our children matured fast and we taught them ourselves. As more and more children were born to us we realised that we had a sort of collective memory which was capable of being passed along in vitro.

This served us well in many instances for we learned from one of own even as they died.

I think back to the first days of my being as I was now. In the beginning we were treated well until someone somewhere figured out some of our true potential. The imminent threat as they saw it.

We were seperated and placed in cells that were hardly big enough to turn around in with toilets and poked and prodded day after day year after year.

After about two years I started to hear the voices...you know like whispers in my mind.

This scared the shit out of me and I tried to shut them off day after day.

After about a month I figureout hat the whispers were.

They were the thoughts and dreams of my fellow prisoners. I started to reach out in my mind and touch my fellow inmates who had been just as suprised by this development as me. All of us had powers of some sort . A result of the manipulation of our DNA strands.

We had been connected. Not only to each other but to everything. What I am talking about is the ability to actually see into and through all life..to feel...to change.

We all decided not to let our captors know of our newfound ability and kept this change to ourselves.

The scientists had no idea that we were telepathic and this was what led to the success of our escape.

Ahhh that day.

I remember it so well...it dawned grey and cloudy as if allah knew what had to be done. As if the angels tears would be wept for the ones who died.

As in any situation of imprisonment a schedule is put into place and maintained and many of the daily doings are done at the same times each day.

It was that way with our exercise. We had periods where we were allowed three hours of exercise on variuos days.Only ten prisoners were allowed to exercise at a time and this was in pens of about 10 x 20 arranged in rows of 5 with an aisle in the middle.

As the guards started to release us on this day I looked at all my fellow prisoners who had been released...all black and I thoght of slavery. This is how the slaves of our past must have felt.

I could feel the image flow to the thoughts of my compatriots and I saw them all seem to come to attention...To stand more erect before we were told to move along.

I decided at that very same moment that it was now or never and I turnedto the gaurd nearest me and he seemed to just lift from the ground and was hurled to the wall across from us with such force that his body was smashed. I had hit him with all the power of my mind or so I thought at that time.


At the same instant the guard at the front of the line was decapitated by a sister from the city that was called New York as she extended her fingers into claws and whirled on him.

Immediately lights began to flash and sirens began to shriek. The doors at the ends of the chamber were replaced by steel as plates of metal rose from the recesses in the floor and slammed into place.

"No!" I heard one of my fellow mates scream.

At this I turned to the place where the plate was that led to the outside corridor and I focused all my mind into the blow of psychic power that flowed out from my mind and ripped the steel in to lethal shrapnel that exploded down the corridor. Everything that had been there was riddled by the metal and pieces of riot gear littered the floor...pieces of men.

It is now the year 2015 and I have just fully recognized that I and my friends are some bad ass motherfuckers.

We come together and make our way out of this place.

We are challenged no more as we come to the last door and I tell my friends to be silent telepathically as I project my mind beyond these walls into the space outside. I feel the rain as it begins to fall on heads of the soldiers outside...the cold steel of their guns and vehicles.

I smile and raise my arms and pices of the building start to tear away  and become missiles which smash vehicles...men.

All of a sudden there is a roar as the whole outside of the building is propelled forth into the rain and confusion.

We who were prisoners are suddenly looking at the outside world and it looks so good.

Yet we are not free yet and we still have to make it to the gates.

Immediately the people who can teleport begin to do so and to appear behind the soldiers who still live and dispatch of them. I can teleport as well but I must remain here.

I use my powers to form a shield over the main group and we move out into the open.

I feel the approach of something massive. It is in the sky and I look up to see a silent and futuristic looking ship as it passes into view in the air above our heads.

The people who were outside of the shield teleport back under the protection of the shield and we all look at the ship as a voice fills the sky and the land around us.

"WHO IS THE AUTHOR OF THIS?"

At this I answer. "We are one!"

"I order you to cease and desist!"

I now recognise the voice it is the general who oversees this project.

I answer "cease these nuts!"

At this a brilliant white flash erupts from the ship. It is deflected by my shield.

By this time I have located the generals presence in the ship and teleport to where he is. I appear right behind him and grab him in a choke hold as I teleport back to the ground beneath the ship where I stood only a fraction of a second before.

I release the general and he steps away amazed.

"Now lets talk" I say to him.

He looks at me as if I am a disease and his words while full of hate are controlled.

"I know who you are. You are the one called Dawood your real name is John Albert. Are you the leader of this?

"We are one" we all speak at the same time and our voices take on an almost ethreal quality in this world where the rain falls on an invisible dome over our heads.

He continues to look at only me as he talks.

"You know that we cannot let you escape."

At this I laugh.

"LET US!"

He looks rather smug as he takes a step closer to me and whispers in my ear.

"Guess what?"

I take the bait.

"What?"

"I have the trump card."

He steps back and says "In each and every one of you is a chip that will explode if I give the order."

I look surprised before I say "Guess what?

He looks at me rather hard before he takes the bait.

"Those chips are no more."

"I dont believe you." he says as he speaks into the com patch on his shoulder.

"Ensign."

"Yes sir."

"Take out the one called Dawood."

"Sir?" the voice says after about three seconds.

"What ensign?"

"Sir its not working."

"What in the bloody fuck?" the general says and I detect a tremor in his voice.

"Told ya."

He looks at me and contemplates the developments thus far.

"What do you want?"

"To be free."

"I cannot authorize that."


"I know but you will pass that message along?"

Isay this as I reach out in my mind and crush the ship above us. It explodes and the flaming pieces of it rain down around our heads as we stand protected under the dome.

They fall...flaming and sizzling in the rain.

I look at him and I say "You were left alive to pass on a message."

He is defeated and he knows it.

"What is your message?"

"Leave us alone. It is that simple. You have seen what we can do. What we are. All we want is peace. Leave us alone.

At this we turn and walk away as one, melting into the driving rain.

Yet that was then and this is now.

IF YOU WOULD LIKE FOR THIS TALE TO CONTINUE PLEASE LET ME KNOW. HOW IS IT SO FAR?

THIS NEW WORLD PART ONE

[THIS NEW WORLD]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...

http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=0F4A5ADA75840D26



In the end it all came down to class.

When I say class I am not talking about classiness or what man defines as classiness. What I am talking about is what status a man holds; what family he comes from.

Yet hasn't it always been about that?

It is now the year 2079 and so much has changed in my life. I was born in a state called Georgia in the old United States. There is no country by that name anymore. The land that it once inhabited is now all territories. Enclaves where the rich still control the poor.

There are now two societies the rich are called the begotten and they rule over the poor who are called the forsaken. The world is quite different from the one I was born into in the year 1965. Yes I said that right. I am one hundred and 14 years old. In the year 2010 I was treated to a series of experiments that changed my DNA. Man had been playing with gene splicing and cloning for quite some time by then and scientests had happened across a mixture when injected into certain subjects gave them the ability to unlock certain aspects of their mind and physiology which were previously inaccesible.They then went around attaining DNA through legal and illegal means and weeding through subjects until they came up with a physical and psychological blueprint of the type of person that they needed. Age was no matter because a persons aging process was arrested by the serum which they had concocted.

What the scientists had not anticipated was that when fooling with immortality... with Allah there were consequences. The same serum which was injected into the barely one hundred participants of this experiment was the same thing that led to the great plague of 2025 in which all melanin recessive people of the world were striken by a horrible disease which was 100 percent fatal.

It was heartwrenching to watch the news at night and see children born of mixed race crying as they lost their caucasian parents to the disease. Who would have thought that one hundred people could eradicate a whole race.

As time went on the governments of the societies that were left started to become one global union and the enslavement of whole societies commenced. Or was it just that it became more apparent?

The participants of the experiment had to go into hiding for the secrets which were contained in their DNA was to inportant to be overlooked. Everyone had the desire to live for hundreds of years and the rich had the means to attain it.

The participants were hunted yet they were hard to kill ...to find. As I said before many of us had inherited what amounted to powers from the experiment...most had mind control to some degree or another. All of them had the ability to change in some way.

What must be realised is that when Allah created the world he made everything to intermingle. What I am saying is that in every man there is everything that has existed on earth and we were given the keys to tapping into our physicality and pull forth the physiology of evrything. As hard as stone...as soft as water. The roar of the lion in an alley on a city street.

Our wounds heal almost simultaneously...we do not need to wear coats in the cold...we cannot drown.

The begotten began to send out hit squads against us and we mounted a resistence agaist them. This is the war that we have been locked in for the last 60 years. Even before the white people disappeared.

I am a part of the resistance yet I am my own person. I have my own motives and my own ideals. I was the only muslim admitted to the experiment and much of the reason for that is because even before the experiment my mentality was different. I was admitted because of my diversity. My ability to mold into any situation and make it work for me. After the experiment this manifested itself in my personality and I absorbed as much as I could. I have read almost every great work on this planet and have studied the techniques of every great warrior who has ever lived and many of the lesser known ones.

I have also unlocked many of the secrets of the experiments which created me.

I live on the run...yet even in my running I have mounted an offence.

Since I was a child in the old world I knew that I was different and this has served me well in my present situation. Many of the people who I fight now do not remember the time before, they only know of it from the books ...the stories told to children in rooms before they are laid to sleep.

Today has been a long time coming and I am ready to begin to do what must be done.

I stand at the edge of a great forest looking at a city which streaches for about 40 miles behind a great wall. This city is the home of about 5 clans of the rich. All of its denizens serve the rich in some way or the other. Ahhh how quickly doth man resort to his old ways.

I start to move across the field of grass that surrounds these walls. All of the trees and brush are cleared so that the approach of any one from any angle can be seen. I have changed my facial features to match those of the assassin who was sent to kill me or bring me back alive. It did not matter which...all that was needed was my blood from the bones of my body...the marrow of my being.

I kept him alive long enough for him to reveal his secrets; the workings of his enclave.

As I walk I reach into the bag and extract the flag of this place from bag and I hold it high. I hear a cry from the walls and I answer in the greeting that I beat from him in the darkness of his cell.

I am allowed to approach the wall with no problem and I am welcomed by the sound of the massive gates being opened. As I step through I look around and I am astounded by the amount of activity as people rush past me on their way to doing whatever they do.

I am pulled to side and given a full search by the guard and my credintials are checked. The dead mans things work and I am led to a room where I am allowed to call the inner realm of the dead mans master.

We talk for a minute and he askes me if I have what he needs and I answer yes. I can hear the excitement in his voice as he tells me that he is coming over personally in his armoured vehicle. I laugh inwardly at the irony that he expects everyone else to survive withought protection in this world that he and his kind have created for all of humanity save him and his family... his kind.

I wait and watch the screen that is mounted in the corner as it paints a horrible picture of the world outside of these walls...mind control of the masses. My eyes catch the subliminal messages as they flash in the background. No one else sees them, their minds are not geared to see them anywhere but on a subconscious level.

After awhile someone steps through the door, it is the messenger sent from the vehicle of his master. He asks me to follow him and I oblige as we step out of the building into the heat of the day as the sun reflects off of the concrete of the city. As I step from the door I am greeted by the sight of a large airship which has touched down on the street in front of the guard house.

I am escorted to the airship and I walk up the lowered steps and step into the most lush vehicle that i have ever seen in my life as a beautiful woman askes me what I would like to drink. I remember that the assassin sent to kill me liked to drink brandy... so that is what I request. A cup of Hennessy is placed in my hand and i am led down a short hall into a room where there are couches and more beautiful women. I sit down and two of the women come over and start to talk to me...leaning in on me rubbing my arms...stroking my beard.

We are left this way for about ten minutes before the man that I have been waiting to see enters the room. He has the look of a soft person but I also see a hardness in his eyes. this is not a man to underestimate.

He walks over to sit in an armchair near me and no one speaks until he receives his drink. He does not beat around the bush and askes me if he can see the evidence of my demise. I have brought some of my personal effects and I make up a story about a terrific chase and fight where I was killed. He askes to see the DNA and I remove a container from my pack which contains ironically the DNA of my supposed killer.

He seems pleased and places a bag on the table which bears the mark of his family and one of the scantily clad women reaches over and unzips it.

The gold bars gleam in the light and I see one of the women lick her lips as she looks at them.

The airship hardly makes a sound as we cruise to the partof the city where his family holds control. We make small talk as he tells me that I shall have all that I wanted..the status...the life...everlasting.

We toast to this as one of the women strip naked and comes and sits on my lap. I play with her as we look out of the window at the forsaken who dot the ground beneath us like ants.

I cannot give myself away and this is a part of the ruse as she falls to her knees between my legs and sucks my dick and makes it hard before I push her back and drive into her pussy. When I finish another of thewomen brings a towel and wipes me off as I lean back. The ship is not moving fast. There is no need for that in a rich mans world.

After awhile we land in the compound of his family ...his clan and he is greeted by an old man who I recognize as his father. They talk for a minute before the old man comes to me and shakes my hand. We climd into a cart and leave the open yard of the compound and enter a building which seem to gleam in the sunlight.

It is a lab I have seen enough of these to know what goes on here and I hold myself back from losing it right now. It is my duty to destroy monsters... now is not the time.

We are led into a part of the building where the labs are and I see cage after cage filled with failed  experiments. I see men with three eyes...the tails of animals...forked tounges.

My rage is great.

We stop in front of a door and the last part of the puzzle falls into place as the door opens and a scientist in a lab coat walks out. This man is worse than Hitler and Shaitan combined. I smile as I shake his hand and i am led into the lab.

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