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"She's not listening." it said softly, crawling towards the baby carriage where Alexandro was screaming in terror. It's purple leathery skin gleamed in the moonlit ray from the window, and his cries grew louder with each step she...it took. If one can exist as pure thought, little Alex was this moment. Existing as pure fear. Then dimmed...

The mother entered the room, floating on morphine clouds, looking for her son. All she could hear was the ever faint cries of a child in the distance. All she could see was a baby, her Alexandro, carried away on a pile of flithy rags, with hideous red eyes.


-KV
"It's about time, that this world, goes up in flames!"
 
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What do you think happened to the child sweetheart? *And thank you, you are very kind 🙂*
 
20 years later, Rick Isano had a debate of conscience. He'd been offered the keys to the kingdom, so long as he could learn to harm people. There's no other way around this type of life. Eventually you'll have to out a bullet through someone, possibly even someone you know.

"You know the road the Castle is a long one, with each step deeper into a river of blood. I never lied to you Rick..." Alex whispered, exhaling fine egyptian smoke. "I know you're scared, we all are when we come face to face with our destinies.
There was a long silent moment, as Rick watched Alejandro's face. The red stage light glistened on the dragon headed stud piercing the corning of his eye. "You and I deceded from the same people, and we need a leader now more than ever to guide us out of this desolate place. If you don't want this bro, then speak up now." Alex says as he slides a glossy sig p226 across the table. "Take it Rick, take your salvation."
 
Rick's civic was outside. He gets a lot of hassle from his friends, but it's a simple machine. He loves simplicity. True advancement comes eliminating the processes that do not work efficiently and utilizing the processes that are fast, and direct. That's how he boxes, eats, drives and shoots. Clean and precise, and nothing fancy. Crisp and expert execution. His friends think he has problems.
He climbed in, and turned on the radio. Local news baby. These are dark days, and you never know who's name your hear about next.
A few nights ago Isaah, his friend from Goss Street was found face down in the ditch off of Pennington and 6th. The worst way to find is by radio. But it may be the fastest sometimes.

The purple glow from the neon dash light the car, setting the sullen mood for his music of choice tonight. A sad techno requiem... the one he wrote as joke when he made his video will and sent it out.


Angelino said:
Damn Kris....awsome Bro.....keep Em Coming......
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I intend to Angelino, I am going to store this story on Clubfreestyle. Thanks for the kind words.
 
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On the other side of town, near the Fruitvale exit and Mccunney, is an unnamed graveyard, hidden between two rows of dilapidated buildings. Many unnamed graves, marked only by the hundreds of melted candles placed here by the people who new the little victims. It's been forgotten now, as most of who would remember the night when the children were taken, have moved on. Alex comes here everyday when he's in the neighborhood and looks for candlewicks protruding from the solid masses of colored wax to light. The candles lit the alley. It was slick with rain, and cold here. The paint was peeling off the walls on either side. This was a dead part of the city, if the city could be seen as a living thing. Part of its heart lay here. He was sweating in leather jacket, reeling with the possible consequences they would all face. He'd just sent his student on a warpath with no certain enemy. The soldier all have faces but this goes farther than streets, and up in the glass towers of the powerful men who names are unknown, and into the shadows of the city that bore a entirely new world.



Entranced by the light of candles, he manages to break free and shake the world back into a solid one. Picking his cell phone off his hips dialed in a number not saved on it. “Hi Jeremy, it’s been a long time and I finally need your help.”

The voice on the other side didn’t speak. It never does. Jeremy’s one of the last of the old guard. A young man carrying on dying traditions.



On his end of the call, he tightened a spiked leather strap on his wrist and finally responded, “You know mate, me pa used ta say that a bloke who doesn’t speak when you go silent on him oughta be avoided. Most folk feel incloined’ to actually speak to break the silence giving away too much information by mistake. Accordin’ to me dear pa you you’re dangerous man. Not physical that I’ve seen but people around keep ending up dead. I don’t know why I’ll help ya mate. I prolly just want to see how this ends for ya finally. I’ll come meet you and we’ll discuss this proper. Where you at anyhow mate?”

Alexandro whispered it to him.



“Candle Alley”

 
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On the other side of town, near the Fruitvale exit and Mccunney, is an unnamed graveyard, hidden between two rows of dilapidated buildings. Many unnamed graves, marked only by the hundreds of melted candles placed here by the people who new the little victims. It's been forgotten now, as most of who would remember the night when the children were taken, have moved on. Alex comes here everyday when he's in the neighborhood and looks for candlewicks protruding from the solid masses of colored wax to light. The candles lit the alley. It was slick with rain, and cold here. The paint was peeling off the walls on either side. This was a dead part of the city, if the city could be seen as a living thing. Part of its heart lay here. He was sweating in leather jacket, reeling with the possible consequences they would all face. He'd just sent his student on a warpath with no certain enemy. The soldier all have faces but this goes farther than streets, and up in the glass towers of the powerful men who names are unknown, and into the shadows of the city that bore a entirely new world.



Entranced by the light of candles, he manages to break free and shake the world back into a solid one. Picking his cell phone off his hips dialed in a number not saved on it. “Hi Jeremy, it’s been a long time and I finally need your help.”

The voice on the other side didn’t speak. It never does. Jeremy’s one of the last of the old guard. A young man carrying on dying traditions.



On his end of the call, he tightened a spiked leather strap on his wrist and finally responded, “You know mate, me pa used ta say that a bloke who doesn’t speak when you go silent on him oughta be avoided. Most folk feel incloined’ to actually speak to break the silence giving away too much information by mistake. Accordin’ to me dear pa you you’re dangerous man. Not physical that I’ve seen but people around keep ending up dead. I don’t know why I’ll help ya mate. I prolly just want to see how this ends for ya finally. I’ll come meet you and we’ll discuss this proper. Where you at anyhow mate?”

Alexandro whispered it to him.



“Candle Alley”
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:1popcorn must read more........
 
Chapter 5 - Farmer's Market

San Jose at 12 pm, Market Street. The open-air farmers market was in full swing. The summer heat chased lovely young ladies and men out of their clothes and into the revealing attire the season is known for. Live music, folk songs this time, was bumping from the. The street is closed of for the vendors and people from the surrounding businesses, law firms and real estate companies mostly, come funneling through. You can take three steps without walking into someone. Deputies were posted on each block to keep the drunks from O’Hagan’s in line, in case they went wandering. This is Rick’s favorite spot. He left his car by the Comerica building parking lot and strolled over, winding a path through a thick bunch of generously dressed females corporate types. Vegetarian, distilled drinking water, Prada buying, clone personality bullshit humanoids, he thought silently. Hell they long so damn good tho. “I love summer.” he smirked.



Ten years ago he found street here that didn’t exit on the city maps. None of the city employees could verify that it existed, and most seemed uninterested. When he showed Alex, he was harshly told never to venture down it. He never knew why, but staring down it, he knew something was wrong with the street.

The businesses had there signs up but after watching for 2 hours at the fair each week he never, NEVER seen anyone coming to or form any of the building. Neither has he seen anything stirring in their pitch-black windows.



Once he past the market it was in view again, and his elation for the fair women he was surrounded by earlier began to fade as his purpose surfaced. The street was in view but no one seemed to pay it any mind except him. The same buildings, houses and businesses were there, unchanged after all this time. The paint was in the same state of decay as it had been 10 years ago.



“If you keep staring, it will stare back if it already hasn’t.”



Rick snapped around and slapped his hand on his new Sig. Two dirty yellow eyes were peering his way through locks of white, rainwater dread locks. The hobo’s skin was peeling and diseased. I river of saliva was running from his lower lips. The stench sweat and urine poured from him and caught Rick down wind. The wretching noise he made amused the hobo. “Heh heh heh, go visit them. They haven’t had visitors for so long my sweets.”



Rick’s sense of self preservation was intensified. This thing in front of him was from the Reef. He was still human, and probably didn’t know what was happening to him. Still human but almost certainly doomed. Thick with the juices of whatever that primal evil had evolved into. Alex tried his best to prepare his student for the kind of men who would soon face, but these are not men at all…
 
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