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IMMORTAL HUSTLER: VOL. 1

By Khalil Dosso

Immortal Hustler Copyright © 2021 Khalil Doss All rights reserved. Cover art by Shaquan Pope

Contents

PREFACE

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Book Descriptions

About the Author

DEDICATION

This book is dedicated to: Vanessa Dosso, Shay, Kelvin, Nege, Q, Mike, Lauren, and everybody else who showed and motivated me.

PREFACE

This is a fictional novel inspired by the injustice to African-Americans by the police department. Imagine success leading to revenge, then revenge leading to pain. At the end of reading this book, you will understand what I mean. This book is about a man who became a ghost after being beaten, brutalized, and tortured by three police officers. His main goal was to ister the same treatment he received before his death in ten times fold. In the process of his revenge, the main character Shakur Zion, went through danger, romance, deception, reincarnation, and finally a conclusion. But does this conclusion yield peace?

Khalil Dosso.

Chapter One

The young soul I chose was a hood soul that was not at peace. He was headed to prison if he continued his road of behavior. He is 17 years old, and just dropped out of high school. I am a wandering ghost floating between earth and the afterlife. Seventeen years ago, I died a violent death. I was tortured to the point of death and shot in the head. They made me watch myself die by placing me in front of a bathroom mirror, and shot me in the head.

Now, I seek revenge on the officers that took my life. I waited for seventeen years because I did not know how to change the physical realm, but as the years progressed, my understanding of being a spirit expanded beyond physical boundaries. I can possess other people’s body and enter their dreams. In the dream world, my power is at its apex.

I can make nightmares seem real. I don’t know how long I have left as a wandering spirit because for the last two years, the grim-reaper has been chasing me. Each time I engage it, it seems like it keeps getting harder to escape the grim-reaper's grasp. I know my time to enter the spirit world for eternity will eventually come, but now, I put my efforts into seeking revenge for the end of my past life.

For the past seventeen years, I watched the three guilty officers portray an innocent image to the world, and living happily ever after. Two out of the three officers became police captains, the other officer became a police commissioner. They all received promotions through years of extorting hustlers, robbing the kingpins that supplied weight for the hustlers then sold it back to the streets. After robbing the kingpins, the kingpins were either killed or arrested.

The high profile arrest is what led the three officers to advance in professional rank. My strategy for revenge is taking them out at their highest emotional point, then show them pain and suffering. How I plan to do that is by possessing a young black man, then mold him to become a powerful drug lord, earning so much money that it will attract the crooked cops to get at me, or shall I say Malik?

I chose him because he lived close to the old neighborhood that I grew up in, 17 years ago. We both have some things in common and I saw that he had the will to become very successful, he only needs some guidance. He is smart and trust his instincts more.

Chapter Two

It was a cold rainy day in New York City. The date was December 7, 2009. Two weeks before the holiday, Malik entered the cab, leaving from his girlfriend’s apartment in Queens. “I’m going to Rockaway Ave in Pacific St.” Malik said to the cab man. The cab driver nodded and said “$15.” Malik didn’t argue, he only gestured for the driver to keep driving.

Because I could read Malik’s mind, I knew he only had $600 on him. He brought out the dollar bills in his pocket and started straightening them up. As he was doing that, he was worried about whether he had time to buy everybody in his family a Christmas presents, and see everybody on the same day.

The streets are busy around this time of the year, no matter how cold it is. Since I have been in with Malik, he has gained the trust of his clients because of his quality service. I showed Malik the INS and OUTS of the game.

Today is a very important day because today he is going to buy a gun and rob one of the officers that killed me seventeen years ago.

Chapter Three

The beginning of my plan started with a mild payback. I wanted to show the officers, particularly Harry Vincent that they were not untouchable. Harry Vincent or shall I say Captain Vincent was the cockiest out of the three cops that killed me. He is also the most racist. Ending his string of good-luck is the beginning of the psychological tone I want to set.

Malik was still counting his money, and studying the window to see how close he was to his destination. When I appear in my astral-plane form i.e. translucent, meaning light can through me, I am barely visible in the light but in the shade and in the complete absence of light, I can be viewed.

My psyche connection with Malik’s mind allowed me to appear as if another person was actually in the cab with him. I appeared in my 28 years old form, and sat next to Malik that was dressed in a shiny purple tuxedo out-fit, smoking a cigar. “What’s up, Young G,” I said. I especially love the color he was wearing because it is my favorite color when I choose to appear at my will.

Chapter Four

I hid my true form from Malik. This is a hideous decaying image of a body without flesh that deserves to be in hell. I was inhuman. My face had no skin. But I control my reflection as I surprise Malik, appearing out of thin air. “Damn, you scared me, just popping up like that,” Malik said. “What’s up? How is your wifey? Is she still tripping about showing up late to pick her up from work?” I asked. “Nah, she is over that. We talked about it. We are cool,” Malik said.

“Listen, Malik. Today, I need you to cop a hammer from the tenant in apartment 14G. It cost $400. Don’t worry. Just approach him no later than eight o clock. Also, I want you to press the young cat that owes you money for the dice game, and finally after work, go to the Bronx and get off 138th street by 1:30 AM, and make sure you bring the hammer,” I said.

“Yo! Hood Ghost. That is a lot of things to take care of. I don’t know the person from apt 14G. Why would he sell me a gun? And the young cat that owes me money is Moses. I can’t stress $50 when I can just learn from my mistakes, and not gamble. Finally, after work I got to meet up with my new honey, Maria, from Bushwich,” Malik said.

Hood Ghost eyes glowed brighter. “Let’s not be philosophical here. You know I won’t lead you wrong. The tenant in apt 14G is going to think you are somebody that regularly comes to him because I am going to be there. The young cat last night was plotting to rob you. He mentioned it, but didn’t have enough from his homies. If you smash him early, it would make your ascend to the top of the streets, a lot less bumpier. That young cat name Moses is a bug that might

recruit an army against you. When all this is done, it’s all about money over bitches. So, your new honey from Bushwich would have to wait till tomorrow night. Alright Young Blood?” I said.

“Alright Hood Ghost,” Malik said. Hood Ghost is what he calls me, but my real name before I died was Shakur Zion. The cab driver drove through the flooded streets, heading to the borderline of Brooklyn and Queens. Once we entered Brooklyn, Malik started to change his clothes to his job uniform, which is security. He worked for a ghetto company that only brought in $200 a week; however the illegal market from the building is crazy.

In this building, Malik got a shawty named Sade. She lives on the third floor in the residential building Malik work for. She sells crack and e-pills for Malik. Malik gets the drugs and Sade distributes it. Meanwhile Malik is a security guard at the front door. He takes weeds from customers, and let the crack in that he knows won’t cause problems. Malik also have a partnership with a cat named Ton.

Ton is a pimp and untrustworthy, but when it comes to business; you have to take a risk. I will make sure Ton doesn’t cross Malik. If he does, he would lose mad credibility since he is a pimp and the object of the game is to steal his hoes.

Chapter Five

The cab-driver continued to drive until he got to Rockaway Ave, then made a left turn. The Car radio suddenly got Malik’s attention. He heard the weather forecast that the rain would become snow by Ten’0clock. Malik knew that tonight was going to be a long night. It was 2:50 pm, in the neighborhood of east New York, Brooklyn.

The cab pulled alongside to the main entrance of the building. Hood Ghost got out of the cab first by simply ing through matter. Malik paid the cab driver $15, and exited the cab. Hood Ghost levitated from the ground at will and said “I am about to go see what’s up with some other important matters, but I’ll see you later when you pick up the hammer.”

“Alright,” Malik said. Malik straightened out his uniform as he walked to the entrance. Hood Ghost winked his right eye then disappeared. Malik opened the front door. He thought about what other important matters Hood Ghost had to attend to. As Malik opened the front door, Keith his co-worker was sitting reclined, jamming to some rap music on the radio. When Keith saw Malik, he got up and gave him a pound.

“Thanks man for coming early again. My baby mother goes to work in the evening, so if I make it home early enough I could spend that quality time with her before she leave,” Keith said. “It ain't nothing, Keith. I try to be on time regardless of the situation or weather. Time is money and I hate to be late. By the way Keith, what did your man say about the party? Is it next week Wednesday or Thursday?” Malik said.

“I’m not sure when exactly, but when I speak to my cousin tomorrow, I’ll let you know,” Keith said.” Malik and Keith exchanged pounds again, then Malik waited for Keith to leave, so that he can stash couple of bags in his breast pocket in his uniform. He sat back and started to ponder about the party.

Chapter Six

Malik sat on the chair reclined, thinking about Keith friend’s party. The last two parties Malik went to, he made over $500 just selling weed at the bar. Keith’s friend worked for the music industry as a promoter and at the time, was generating a lot of money just selling CD’s at the party and having underground rappers perform live.

There were also a lot nice fly hones there too, but Hood Ghost wanted Malik to attend the party for clients. Malik is expecting to hustle an extra $500 in the party, so that he can have enough money for the holiday. The time was 3:16 P.M; Malik sat on his desk, and his cell phone rung. He looked at the number, it was private.

“Hell, I am not answering that,” Malik thought. The cell-phone rung for a second time. “Yo, what’s up Malik? I need to holla at for you two oranges.” Malik immediately recognized his voice and replied “I’m chilling. I normally don’t answer private calls, so where are you Terry?”

“I’m on the 6th floor, staircase B” I’ll see you in ten-minutes,” Terry answered. Malik hung up the phone. Malik took his security guard keys and locked up the booth. He felt his breast pocket to feel the bags of weed there, then entered the elevator. He pressed the 6th floor bottom. Malik was running early. He couldn’t help it; it was a code of honor to him to be early.

When the elevator doors open, he walked out and turned left. He walked down the hallway and opened the exit door that led to the staircase. He saw Terry

sitting down on the steps situating his money, he was also with a female that Malik had several previous sexual encounters with. Malik was a bit surprised, but he fronted. He looked at Terry and said “what’s good?”

Terry handed Malik the money simultaneous as Malik handed Terry the two bags of weed. Terry smelled the bags and then nodded. “It smells like the shit from before,” Terry said.

“It is. It’s from Canada,” Malik answered. “Yo, last time I smoked that bag, it burn mad slow and the taste of it smell exotic,” Terry smiled. “Yeah, I know. I try to keep it with the same connect. If it ain’t broke why fix it and I wouldn’t want to sell garbage,” Malik replied. Terry laughed and the female that was sitting on the stairs laughed as well.

“So, I hope you’ll enjoy,” Malik said sarcastically before he left them, and walked towards the elevators. Internally, Malik was reminiscing about the same female he saw Terry with. She was a freak that knows how to fuck, but she was full of drama because she had no stable place to live and fucked too many different guys in the hood. After a while, it became a turn-off for Malik, because she was just too open with her shit.

Chapter Seven

After the transaction, Malik went back to the security guard booth to check if everything was cool while he was gone. After surveying the front of the building, Malik decided to go outside to the store to buy a roll-up and a turkey and cheese hero. Malik grabbed the umbrella and went outside to the store. The rain came down slowly, but it was like large drops that fell from the sky. It was cold enough outside to see your breath as you exhale from your mouth but it wasn’t below 40 degrees.

As Malik walked to the store, the wind did pick up, and he saw Moses go into the store first. Moses was about 6’2 and weighed about 180 lbs. He was tall and had a reputation of dunking on cats on the basketball court. Malik was a little shorter at 6’0 but weighted about twenty five pounds under him. Moses entered the store dressed in a black huddle with baggy gray sweats with Black Jordan’s on. He did not look back to see Malik was stalking him from behind.

The words of Hood Ghost resonated through Malik’s mind. Hood Ghost specifically wanted Malik to press him about the dice game, and then squash Moses like a bug for plotting to rob him. Moses walked down the aisle of the store, going straight to the back. Malik stopped and never went inside the store. He waited for Moses in the rain. Not standing in the doorway, but to the side, so that he couldn’t be seen.

Moses went to the counter holding two big three litter Pepsi bottles and a pack of Budweiser. Then, Moses saw Malik hiding in the cut. Like a deer instinctually detecting a presence. He stopped what he was doing which was about to pay for the items, and then walked out the store. Malik skipped sides-step and met Moses face to face, a few feet from the doorway. “Can I get that bread you owe

me?” Malik said. “I don’t have it right now. But don’t be looking at me crazy,” Moses said.

His eyes fueled with anger and he raised both his hands up in a fighting stand. Malik also put his hands up. The person behind the counter watched as he sensed a brawl was about to happen in front of his store. Moses swung first with a left hook, trying to set up with a right hook then with a right jab coming for Malik. Malik blocked the left hook with his forearm, but got stunned with the right jab. Malik faltered back a little but quickly recovered with both hands up and his feet shoulders wide apart.

Malik threw a combination of two left punches with one damaging Moses nose and a final right punch that missed because Moses ducked and hit Malik with a counter right punch to his rib. Again, Malik faltered back in pain as Moses continued to attack him. When Moses grabbed Malik, he tried to trip him, but Malik reverse it and used Moses momentum to throw him on the ground. Once Malik was on top of Moses, Malik ribs started to hurt even more but he ignored the pain. He had the leverage of being on top of him. Moses continued trying to get up.

Malik grabbed his head while struggling and slammed it back on the concrete. Instantly, Moses was knocked out cold. Malik watched Moses eyes as it rolled back and his arms fell life-less in a state of unconsciousness. Malik without hesitation dug into Moses pockets, and took all the money he could find. The storeowner came out of the store but Malik was fast on his feet. He didn’t bother to look back until he was two blocks away. He could hear the storeowner yelling from all the air in his lungs “Police! Someone call the police. He needs an ambulance.”

Malik watched from a distant then circled back to his post. In another part of the town near the Manhattan Bridge, I was hovering above an un-marked white maxima car. Thirty feet above in the rainy sky of winter in December, I flew, and

the rain ed through me because physically I do not exist. I descended closer to the moving vehicle traveling 24 miles per hour in little traffic.

At that distance I sensed the thoughts of four individuals in the moving car. They were all detectives from a special narcotic unit. I center my telepathy to a particular person. It was SGT Vincent. He was Captain Vincent’s son. My eyes glowed blacker with the thought of Captain Vincent as he beat me and poured lighter fluid all over my body.

As I glided down, I filter the long-term memory of SGT Vincent. I discovered that he and the other detectives in the car were following a Black Lincoln 99 that had three individuals about to make a drop off of cocaine to the Bronx. Tony Vincent aka SGT Vincent was second in command in this drug bust operation. If he made this arrest, it would undoubtedly guarantee a successful interview for promotion to SSGT First Class just under his father and closer to the inner-circle of corruption within the police department.

I of course, Hood Ghost, Shakur Zion aren’t going to let that happen. The sins of the father can sometimes through generation to generation. I won’t allow the legacy to continue. I won’t allow the apprentice to become the teacher. If it wasn’t Harry Vincent manipulation of the system, Tony Vincent would still be a beat walker.

Chapter Eight

My ultimate power of making dreams seem like a nightmare is useless in this situation because Tony Vincent is highly alert and driving. However my power to possess his body temporarily might accomplish my goal of making this drug bust operation go horrible. I stayed close to the white police car with tinted window as it tailgated the suspect’s car crossing the Manhattan Bridge under no traffic. It was 4:30p.m and I was stalking my prey like a predator.

I could possess Tony Vincent at any time and induce a major car accident that will kill him but it will also kill the other engers or detectives in the vehicle as well. That would be wreck-less. My Beef is with Harry Vincent Blood-line, heart, and his valuables. So I have to wait. I mastered patience, but not time. Tony Vincent is the driver. As I continue to read his mind. I could tell all he was thinking about was getting out of this operation alive. He was scared. This was his 4th Drug Bust, But this was his first major drug bust involving half a million dollars.

In his previous drug bust operation, he never encountered danger straight up. As I look further into his memories, I discovered he never secure the front-line. He always stood to the rear behind, cower behind the bravest and thought about his safety first rather than be a back-up to his fellow officer. Tony Vincent, unlike his father was a pussy cop. I reviewed one last memory before I map out my game plan. During his last drug bust operation, he let his partner get shut up by not alerting him of danger.

When he chased the suspect down, the suspect surrendered, but he picked up the suspect weapon off the ground and shot him in the chest. As the person bleed to death, Tony Vincent like what his father did to me, started speaking ill of the

person I thought about how the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. As Tony Vincent crossed the Harlem Bridge entering the Bronx. I decided what I was going to do and how I was going to do it. I was going to possess Tony Vincent at the most opportune time to make a quick sudden reversal and yell out using Tony Vincent body 50 50.

It’s the street term for cops. At that point, it will blow their cover and bring an unexpected war to the cops. I will depose his body at that time and let Tony Vincent hold his own. If Tony Vincent survives, he will not survive the punishment of breaking procedure and the law of alerting the suspect of an arrest with intent to aid them in escape. Flying above the two vehicles I ed through the foggy sky of the Bronx. It was the perfect cover for the detectives to park their vehicle on the top of a hill. They look down the hill with binocular as the suspects got out of their black lincoln car, carrying a black suitcase.

They entered an abandon warehouse that was along a riverfront off the Hudson River. One of the suspect looked back as if he was being watched. [Meanwhile 200 feet up the hill]. “Get down. Get your head down.” Tony Vincent yelled to Detective Williams a black detective who already was face first to the ground. Tony Vincent was exaggerating just to demonstrate his rank over Detective Williams. Tony Vincent had also got to the ground after noticing how stupid he sound by saying that. “Damn he was looking our way the one with red coat” Tony Vincent said. Detective Williams looked at Tony Vincent and rolled his eyes. A couple of feet from the edge of the hill was detective Oscar who was Hispanic. The last of the four detectives involved is the leader of the drug operation. His name is Detective Moore. He was white. “Shah, Shah,” Keep it down Detective Vincent,” Detective Moore said.

Detective Moore established his authority with conviction. So out of curiosity I probe detective Moore’s mind, and discovered that for the most part he wasn’t a crooked cop and he knew what I knew about Tony Vincent. That he was a pussy cop. After exiting Detective Moore’s mind without disrupting him in anyway. I

watched as the 4 detectives descended in Unisom down the steep hill that lead to the warehouse in the rain. Detective Moore waved his hand signaling the Detective Oscar and Detective Williams to enter cautiously, while him and Vincent provided cover.

The building smelled like gasoline Detective Oscar whispered. Detective Williams surveyed the environment. There were a lot of old barrels locked in the corner in a cage. There was abandon machinery that collected patches of black dust. The floor look corrugated like acid was poured on it and paint from the wall had mold on it because the ceiling was not water proof. I floated over them, dressed in Blue-suit with a blue top hat and a white feather that was attach by a black ribbon representing my era in the early 70’s.

I heard the sound of the thoughts of the suspects. They were upstairs. The detectives cleared the staircase and strategically went upstairs patiently, not making a sound. After the detectives came upstairs, they were less than twenty feet from the suspects. The suspects were in an adjacent room, the first room along a narrow hallway with walls of old paint and granite. Detective Vincent led the forward advance and detective Williams and detective Oscar had their back. I was standing on the ceiling upside down directly above Detective Vincent, exhaling smoke from my cigar.

I pulled my sleeved up and saw it was time on my gold watched. Then, I floated down and entered his soul. Entering his soul was like energy meeting matter. Like an electric shock to the flesh. In order to control his mind I had to control his brain waves. So, as I entered his brain in the form of energy ing through bone, blood, arteries, veins, and finally the bio-electric pathway of the nerve. The light inside his soul was bright. But when I cast my darkness into his light I ultimately became the owner of his body.

Tony Vincent pupils were dilated and completely black. He did not look normal. I was now in control of his body, the son of Harry Vincent, one of the officers

that executed me and took my life seventeen years ago.

Chapter Nine

I was in deep concentration as I held Tony Vincent soul under my control. Whenever I possess a person’s soul it feels like watching a movie from a big movie screen in the theatre. At best, I control the individual mechanically like a robot and that is the reasons having a conversation would be pushing my concentration to the max .The longer I possess the person, the weaker I become and the weaker my control of the body become.

As I turn my head to the left, I saw detective Oscar holding his pistol about to engage the group of suspects. I slowed down and allowed detective Oscar into believing we should wait twenty seconds before we make this drug bust. He nodded and signaled everyone to wait for twenty seconds. Detective Williams was at the back of my possessed body and detective Williams and detective Oscar was checking the time. “Five more seconds,” detective Oscar indicated by lowering each finger down to indicate the time.

When there was only two fingers left, I yelled from the corner of the doorway 50 50. The war began, detective Williams looked at my possessed body with anger and surprise. Detective Oscar yelled out “find cover!” I exited Tony Vincent’s mind, and whispered to him “if you survive tell your father I am coming for him next.” So, I left Tony Vincent body. During the brief time I was in control he was conscious of the events the whole time.

The sound of bullets ricochets off the brick wall and penetrated the door covering the area. Even though I left Tony Vincent at a disadvantage, the bullet missed him. Detective Williams returned fire with his pistol as the suspects took cover as well. Detective Williams ran out of bullets and had to reload his gun. One of the suspects, having discovered that, grabbed a machine gun and started

to go trigger happy.

At that time Tony Vincent has already recovered and he knelled beside him detective Oscar who expressed a great displeasure at the situation. It felt like being a fox-hole with a trader. As the suspect continued to let off with the machine he provided enough time for the other suspects to grab the suitcase with money and the other suspect collected the drugs off the table and placed it in a black bag. I hoarded above as the detectives dispersed from the area. The volume of bullets was too much to counter fire any attack.

There was no way out the room except the door way that was being sprayed up and an open window. Since all of this was occurring on the second floor in this old abandon warehouse. Both suspects jumped out of the window except the one with gun. As the suspects jumped out the window they landed hard on the ground but kept running and never look back. They started the car. After Detective Oscar called out for back-up on his radio, the sound of the machine gun stopped. Detective Williams was the first to turn the corner as he saw the detective trying to jump out the window. “Freeze or I’ll shoot you.” The suspect stopped and raised both hand up. He saw his other homies in the car watching him surrender. They pulled out and drove up the hill into the city fog. Detective Vincent knelled down. I could read his mind, it was in a cationic state. He was traumatized as he constantly tried to replay the events that just happened. He still was in major disbelief. He was sweating and his heart was pumping triple times the normal rate.

I saw what he was doing to me. Tony Vincent stuttered. He was dressed in a purple tuxedo, and he was smoking a cigar. His face was burnt. I think he was dead. Tony Vincent said. Detective Williams and Detective Oscar had the suspect in custody and detective Moore ran to the window to see the suspect not visible.

“Fuck, “he yelled out. Detective Moore looked at Detective Vincent and said

“What the fuck was that Vincent? You put everybody’s life in jeopardy. You’re a pathetic excuse for a cop.” Detective Vincent punched Detective Moore in the mouth. I was surprised. Then Detective Williams lunged forward and tackle Detective Vincent. Detective Moore took out his hand-cuffs as he wipe the blood from his mouth and handcuffed Detective Vincent for aiding a suspect in escape, breaking a procedure, and attacking a cop.

When Tony Vincent was in handcuffs he knew he couldn’t say anything to change what happened nor will the other cops believe. He lowered his hand angrily, and scared. He knew he was in some deep shit. The Police sirens came and the back-up arrived. The SWAT team surrounded the building. I floated higher and higher, ing through the ceiling and finally above the warehouse as I headed to the clouds in the sky. The rain was still steady. The wind was moderate and the image of the police cars surrounding the building got smaller and smaller. Then I disappeared.

Chapter Ten

Malik ran to the back of the building and used his keys to open the door. The rain briefly stopped in Brooklyn, but the temperature was beginning to drop rapidly. Malik opened the back door and used the staircase instead of the elevator to go to the person he trusted the most. It was Sade, a female that sold crack for him on the third floor. She was10 years older than Malik; she was 27 years old.

She had no kids. When she lost her job 4.5 months ago, she flirted with Malik and found out he needed someone to push that product for him. She propose to do it for 40%. Sade was feeling his swagger and was slowly falling in love with Malik. I was in my nexus in between time and space. When I disappeared above the warehouse, I entered a region where no physical matter can go. It was the border-line between hell and heaven.

A place where wandering spirits such as me often travel to vent our pity for not being in the after-life. My revenge is the only reason why I involve myself with the living. Otherwise I would be here, trying to break the seal that separate me from the hereafter. In any event, after reflecting from the self-pity that seem to grow year after year, a sadness that gravitate me to this region, where my destiny to meet God was supposed to begin. I concentrate hard to re-establish my connection with Malik.

He was running up a flight of stairs. I probe his mind and I knew why he was running and where he was going. He followed orders and took care of Moses, and now needed a chill spot in case he was identified by anyone one in the streets that witness him fuck up Moses. He ran up towards

Sade’s door and knocked hard on the door. He looked at both directions to see if anyone was watching him, then again knocked three times hard on the door. Sade opened the door wearing a tight shorts and a white shirtsleeve shirt. Sade was medium height and had long hair. She was thick for her height at 5’7 in a half. She had a beautiful face and smile. Mentally she was street smart but she procrastinates on going back to college and finishing it.

“Hi Malik. Why are you all wet I know you can afford an umbrella?” Malik tried to answer her but instead said “Let me come in for a while.” Sade opened the door wider. Malik entered her warm apartment then sat on the couch. She sat next to him and cleared some room on the coffee table. Malik got up off the couch and took off his wet uniform shirt. He went over to the window, and placed the wet shirt on the hot radiator.

“I could tell something happened. If you were alright, you would’ve at least called me. I probably would’ve had some food for you already made plus I was about to take a nap,” Sade said. Malik rolled his eyes, but he understood where she was coming from. He took off his boots and wet uniform pants and said “I just got into an altercation with this cat I don’t know if you know him, his name is Moses. His ass bet me $50 dollars in cello and said that he would give me next time he sees me.

I met him in the store a couple of days later which was today. He was acting funny, and then we started to scrap. I knocked him out. I think the only person that saw us fighting was the store-owner,” Malik said. “What store are you talking about?” Sade asked. “The store on Dean St,” Malik said.

“Well I will get dressed, and see if they know who it was. I’ll be back, there some weed on the coffee-table and pizza in the refrigerator,” Sade said. Malik smiled then quickly became serious. “Thanks. I am hungry and I’ll wait for you to come back to spark the L,” Malik said. Malik was dressed in his gray thermals

which were dry, then he walked over to Sade, and gave her a hug. He hugged her tight. He was truthfully grateful. She equally applied the same tight hug then went into her room and got dressed. By the time she got out, Malik already had the pizza warmed up.

“I’ll be back, Malik. I’ll call you on the cell-phone if I find out anything atrophic,” Sade said. “Alright Ma. I’ll be listening out for you,” Malik said. Malik sat down on her couch and started to eat the pizza. She left the apartment and immediately Malik eyes wandered, scanning for anything unusual. He lifted the pillow off the couch and counted how much dimes of crack she had then he went to her bed-room and open the shoe boxes in her closet.

He counted the money, and then counted the money again. It was 1400 dollars. She was making her numbers he thought. But Malik and I already had this conversation before. Trust have to be earn, and even though Malik value everything Sade does for him, don’t mix business with pleasure.

The trust that he had for Sade was growing and although she was sincere in the love she had for him, that doesn’t mean her love for money would not make her weak to greed lust, and power. I instructed Malik to always keep an extra eye on her when she is gone. As fine as she is, you can get into a lot trouble. As soon as Sade left the building, I knew it was time for me to return back to the sky above the residential building Malik worked for.

Sade wore a blue north face with tight black jeans. She stood out from a bird’s eye view from above. She was walking fast in the rain, with a clear plastic umbrella. Two blocks away there was a crowd of people, ambulances, and the police. I got a little closer to read Sade’s mind. I filtered her emotions, her worries, and then saw her inner-thoughts. Besides Malik on her mind and his well-being, she was also thinking about telling him that she doesn’t want to be a

part of the game no more. I focused hard because she buried the truth, hoping to reveal it when the time was right.

I had to get closer to her, as I did I saw an image of her cousin getting shot on the corner. Then I saw an image of her at the hospital bed as he was dying. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out she didn’t want the same for herself or Malik. But she was facing an eviction and the amount she needed she didn’t have. Sade crossed the street. I wanted to find out more answers but the next mission was to make sure Malik had no connection to this incident. Sade kept walking through the crowd headed towards the center where the police was interviewing the store-owner. I got close then zero in into what the police officer was saying. He already got a description of Malik height, weight, and clothes. I thought to myself that I might have arrived too late, but like all officers they ask us to repeat the last statement.

I chose to be spontaneous, because I did not know all the variables. I possessed the store-owner and change the description. When the Police Officer asks me to repeat my statement, I responded that the suspect wasn’t wearing a security guard uniform and that it must have been a young maintenances worker or a mechanic from one of the auto shops on Atlantic ave. The police officer looked at me in frustration staring at me in my eyes, or shall I say the store-owner eyes. The Blackness in my eyes represented the darkness, as the police-officers recognized the dilation of the storeowner eyes. Whenever I possess an individual’s mind their eyes become demonic. “What happen to your eyes?” The officer said.

With fear, taking out his baton. “Fuck Police,” I responded. The officers look at me with surprise, then I spit in his face. The officer pulled out the handcuffs and arrested me as I was controlling the storeowner soul. Another officer came up from behind me and grabbed my shoulder, as four officers came over to assist patting me down, and searching for weapon or drugs.

A few minutes later I was in the Van, waiting to be transported to the precinct. When I exited the store-owner body I reset his synapses in his brave waves causing him to go unconscious for several hours. That will ensure Malik enough time to complete the rest of the agendas for the day, and throw off any connection to him to the incident with Moses.

Chapter Eleven

The time was 6:30 P.M, and it was already dark outside. I was becoming more visible, so I levitated a little higher. I watched as Sade crossed the street returning back to her apartment. I knew what she was going to report back to Malik. She was going to say that the store-owner zoned out, got the description of the incident twisted and got locked up. I felt compelled to invade Sade’s mind again, but I did not want to be distracted from my next mission which is to enter the mind of a cold blooded- killer.

The mind of a cold-blooded- killer is a microcosm of hell. The region that I have to enter in order to control the person mind is surrounded by the person’s guilt and agony buried by apathy. The apathy or shall I say the darkness has its own life, such as myself. If this darkness is agreeable it will not resist me from taking over the soul. However, in other cases I literally have to battle the collected sins of a dark soul. The battle involves an enemy that can manipulate its environment into whatever it desires, and use it against me.

Fighting the darkness inside another person is like fighting another spirit fueled by rage and anger. When I first separated from my body I was also consumed by emotions. But over time, I matured, settle down and re-channel my aggression. As a result I evolve, so no immature spirit locked inside a mind can stop me, but they can definitely inflict a force that is equivalent to physical pain.

I watched as Sade entered the building, then I drifted closer. The wind picked up as I ed through the walls. I needed to go to the 14 floor. I was on the 12th floor. So, I levitated a little higher. When I came up on the 13 floor, it was a

couple having sex. I sensed the lust + happiness emanating from their minds. The mind is actually a device that receives and send out signals that can easily be seen by spirits such as me. I watched the signals that led me to reminisce about the time I was alive.

It was two years before I died on April 16, 1990. I was at a night diner across the streets from a college library. I was studying for my finals. I was a student aspiring to become a lawyer. I was twenty six years old at that time and already had two daughters and a wife. My life was changing for the better. All I wanted to do was graduate college, and then finally move to my dream house by the water outside of New York City. As I was drinking coffee at the night diner, a beautiful tall waiter came to me, while I was reviewing my college material.

Instead of taking my order, she told me that I had beautiful eyes, and that I was very handsome. She spoke with a proper accent. Then, she re-filled my coffercup and sat next to me. Her eyes were focus on my eyes. I said thank you. After a seductive conversation in which no names were exchanged till after I told her that my exam is tomorrow afternoon. She said she gets off in fifteen minutes, and that I can study at her house. I said yes and that my name was Shakur.

She laughed a little bit and said oh and by the way my name is Alieta. After waiting fifteen minutes for her to get off work, I made sure I used that time wisely to go the bathroom, gather up my textbooks from the library, and call my wife to tell her that I’ll be studying all night and that I’ll see her in the morning.

When Alieta clocked out of work, she was gorgeous like a model. She had big breast, long hair, and a nice smile. She was light skinned with no blemish. I knew she wanted to have sex. At that time I thought to myself why not take her word. So as we walked down Montague St I assume we were going to take the subway, and then she kept walking the subway and said she live down by the Promenade. I was like damn. How could a waiter afford to live in this area? We started on a conversation about our childhood as we walked towards the

waterfront, and saw a perfect image of lower-Manhattan.

This event built momentum, because after that we had great sex in her parents’ home worth 6 million dollars. It was a brownstone mansion. As we laid on the bed she capped of one of the best nights in my life by saying that she know her brother who is a well-known lawyer can connect me to becoming successful, by letting me work for his law firm, when I finish my degree and then she told me that her father is into the real-estate and also the drug-game.

In all aspects she kept it real with me and accepted her role as my mistress. A month later, I got a divorce and married Alieta. From that point on, I became a drug lord not a retired hustler. So whenever I intersect a signal of lusts leading to the degree of love I always reminisce about Alieta my last wife. But I can’t be distracted anymore, because the forth teen floor is right above me. The Fourteen floor has apartment 14G, which is where Felix Douglass reside.

Felix Douglass is the cold -blooded killer who owes the hammer that Malik has to use to rob Captain Vincent. Felix Douglass as I said earlier is one of the darkest soul that I sensed. My plan was to invade his mind then give his weapons over to Malik to use for tonight. Captain Vincent will already be affected by the news of his son’s failure and act of betrayal to the police department, but getting robbed by Malik for his bulletproof vest, then sending him off to tell the description of the new man in the streets.

After that he will round up Captain Adam Foley and Police Commissioner Evan Fields, his closest friends and the names of the other officers that stopped me while I was on the highway, tortured me for hours, then brought my daughters and wife to witness me die from a bullet to the head tied up to a chair locked inside a Meat Freezer.

I needed Felix Douglass gun because it is close to Malik. Nobody else owns a gun in this Building. As I entered Felix Douglass apartment I noticed a slight increase in the etheric plane. Beyond solid matter is ether, and beyond ether is the astral light, which is the pure spirit matter. Felix Douglass is possessed not only with a dark demented criminal mind, but also with another spirit.

Chapter Twelve

As I entered Felix Douglass apartment, my eyes glowed from the astral light inside me. I levitated above his living room. The first thing I saw was his pet dog eating from a plate on the floor, a chopped up right hand. The blood from the hand covered the dog’s mouth as the dog continues to devour the human hand. I wasn’t surprise. I deduced Felix Douglass is a rapist, a murderer, and a cannibal.

The police have been tracking his crime but still have no clue of his description. He manage to elude the law with his intelligences and being cunny. His living room had book shelves of history books and books that had satanic symbols. His walls had pictures of demons having sex with females. I also saw the Book of the dead on top of his coffee table. He is a Devil worshiper as well. I looked down the hallway and saw every door was closed except for the last one down the hall.

The light was also on. I levitated close to that room still relatively invisible to the human eye. Felix Douglass was getting dressed. I attempted to probe his mind but I couldn’t read it. It was empty. He stood up and looked in the mirror by his bed and laughed.

Felix Douglass was an African -American who sold his soul to a demon. He was 6’5 at 237 pounds. He could’ve made millions of dollars playing football or basketball. “I see you, spirit,” Felix Douglass said. I was surprised. I levitated closer to me by the mirror he stood by .Then he spoke some archaic words. It was a language that I heard when I encountered the Grim reaper.

“Oh Shit,” I said. I wasn’t ready to face the Grim-reaper. The grim reaper is more powerful spirit than me. Felix Douglass lifted the mirror and continued to repeat the archaic words as if he was casting a spell. The mirror he held on his hand became a vortex.

“Enter the world that awaits for you and see myself your only port back to the living”. Felix Douglass said acting under the will of the Grim-reaper because being a spirit myself I can detect another spirit hundreds of miles away because we vibrate at the same frequency. The Vortex he created transcended a black hole that pulled me into it. I resisted the gravitation pull it had on me by flying straight up and above the roof. I penetrated through tenth floors flying vertical that is when I almost got Twenty feet from the building roof top when I couldn’t fly anymore. “Damn” I said. I stopped, not by my force. Suddenly I was pulled back over 100 feet back into Felix Douglass apartment and finally into the dark vortex. I know where I was going still dressed in my purple suit. I was being pulled into hell. It wasn’t a long ride because I landed on top of a snowy volcano within a minute. The vortex closed behind me. I looked back and realize that I had to find another way out of here. Upon looking back there was thousands if not millions of people in chains and bondage, screaming from the high temperature of the lava that pulsated out the volcano. I levitated forward away from the edge.

I didn’t enjoy seeing the people suffer and that’s when I saw Alieta. I touched down on the ground. She was surrounded by snow and she came out of an opening in a cave. She was wearing a red dress. No shoes. She looked up at me with both arms out. I glided to her with my arms open and meet her with a hug.” I missed you so much. I thought you would have gone to heaven“. I said to Alieta my last wife before I died. She consequently died twelve years later from cancer and gave my daughters to their grandparents.

Still giving each other a hug she whispered in my ear and said I was a prostitute before I became a waiter. Before I met you, my sins was never forgiven. I missed you too. I thought about you every day since you died. Those officers destroyed

our family. I released her from my arms because I was disappointed at the situation of being in hell, the news that my wife us to be a prostitute, and finally her bring up the last day when I saw her when I was handcuffed coming out the meat freezer.

She gave me a kiss. “Alieta, do you know a way back to the living? I was brought here against my will,” I said. Then she looked at me with her black demonic eyes, dressed in a red dress, and said follow me. She began to fly fast and then, I levitated and tailgated her as she flew down the snowy volcano. We flew to the base of the mountain. When we touched down on the snow, I realized that across a vast plain there were more souls chained to the ground screaming from pain.

The Flesh from the bodies of the trapped souls regenerated. Then the ground would shake releasing lava that flow out from the top of the volcano and burn them to a slow painful death. This was repeated and repeated, until I turned my head from the agony. Before I could say another word she flew to the sky at a high velocity. I followed her as we broke the last atmosphere and enter a fluid space like water. I traveled through hell with Alieta.

We approached the moon that she pointed to at the cloudless sky when we was on the surface. The moon was a baby moon among a cluster of larger moons, however the moon was alive. That startled me. It had eyes that recognize that we were coming. Dark Blue eyes that suddenly became brighter as we approach its orbit. “Halt” the moon said. “If you land on my ground you will be transform to flesh.”

I slowed down then Alieta eyes turned red including her red dress grabbing my hand and pulling me down. As we enter the atmosphere of the moon I felt pain as the fire formed around me burning my already burned skin. “Ahhhh” I screamed feeling pain for the first time in almost 18 years. Our velocity increased as the fire formed around us, but only I transformed into flesh

experiencing the pain while Alieta smiled pulling me by my hands to the moon surface. When we stroke the ground the impact created a crater and an explosion that left me paralyze from the back to the legs and burned to the skeleton, manifesting a burn flesh and carbon residual. I was still conscious and that was the worst part. Alieta looking like she never aged landed on top of me in a seductive way and still in a form of a spirit. The pain started to subside and then I slowly got up. I ed through her spirit form as I stood up in the center of the burning crater created by my impact.

“Why did you pull me down and why are you not affected and not transformed into flesh as well?” I said. “The road to the living must be in the form of a flesh. And I am not Alieta. I am the grim-reaper.” Alieta transformed into a skeleton figure with a black hooded cloak. “And this is for dogging me for over a year,” The Grim-reaper said while lifting his hands causing the ground to glow and the actual time to slow down. Then a thick gas envelope the crater where the grimreaper and I was at, then the glowing ground emitted zombies that penetrated out the ground.

Flesh-eating souls condemned for being the pawns of the ruler of the dead. The grim-reaper commanded them to attack me as I stood not too far from him. Dozens of zombies complied and ran towards me tackling me to the ground biting the ruminating burned flesh and chewing through my bones. I screamed in agony and pain as I was slowly being devoured by the flesh eating zombies severing my nerves, sending pain throughout my nervous system. I never felt so much pain in my life as they complied over me and strip me from all my flesh leaving me as a broken down skeleton.

I lost consciousness. The last thing I saw was a gray skin zombie tearing my right eye with his bloody hands. When I woke up the grim-reaper was standing at an edge of a cliff that overlook a mountainous region with huge mountains that literally had no endpoint in height. The wind blew and it was refreshing to feel the breeze and not pain. My Flesh was reformed but I still the nightmare of what happen. The grim-reaper levitated just a few inches off the

ground and turned to me with glowing eyes. I did not have fear as I got up.

“So what is it going to be?” I said. “Shakur Zion,” you have evaded me for over a year, and now you are finally before me. You are special. Your soul in the past life was a pharaoh that brought me more souls than any man in existences. You were cruel, evil, and obedient. That is why I have comion for you.” The grim-reaper said.

I was very hesitant to comment on his statement. I was actually more curious to hear more. “Your ex-wife Alieta, did not come to hell. In fact, she was just a part of the game I wanted to use to lure you here to show you these mountains.” Let’s use these mountains and I will show you more that you know”. The grim-reaper said. A vortex appeared and I know I had to follow the grim-reaper, so I did. Either that or experience more pain. I entered the vortex with the grim reaper, and then appeared inside a spacious cave.

“You are now in the cave where souls are trapped and forced to be mine and break rocks for eternity. I send souls here that never worked in their lives and depend on others in their life-time to survive. Harry Vincent was a black slave master. My mouth dropped. “Harry Vincent is black” I said to the grim-reaper. “I will give you the power to travel back in time, and then you will see for yourself, young spirit,” The grim-reaper said to me.

Chapter Thirteen

The residual pain in my body dissipated as the grim-reaper turned me back into a spirit form. I felt better and different. My hands glowed. “You now have the abilities to travel in time. Use the ability and go to New York City in the year 1712.” The grim reaper said. I lifted my hands and subconsciously said take me back to the year 1712 in New York City. Nothing happened but my hands still glowed.

“What is it that I am not doing right?” I said to the grim-reaper. Within his hood you heard an evil laughter that send a chill through my sprit body. “You must take your glowing hands to your chest and pull out a portion of your celestial energy then command the cosmos to bring time and space to the given point by the mere will of your thoughts,” The grim-reaper said.

So as my hands glowed I penetrated my chest with hands and grabbed the energy that supplies my existence. I felt weak. I closed my eyes and will my thoughts to bring me to New York City in the year 1712. A big explosion sounded as my eyes was closed. When I opened my eyes, there was a blue vortex less than 10 feet in front of me. I was still feeling weak and the grim-reaper carried me through the blue vortex. Inside the vortex he dropped me because I was feeling a little better.

“You see Harry Vincent did so much shit in his first life-time my master granted him a limited time in hell. In hell, Harry Vincent agreed with my master to return to the living and murder 50 souls of Caucasians. And now Harry Vincent time has expired. I couldn’t let you interrupt the time he had left to accomplish his agreement so, I showed up conveniently just when you thought you was about to take out Harry Vincent.

The last bit of his life that may be relevant is that during his time in hell he was the one being beaten by demons that looked like the black slaves he whipped just before he died in the slave revolt of 1712 in New York City. It was a famous revolt.” There was an uprising of 23 African Slaves that killed 9 white people. So, he was not able to complete his agreement because his first life-time coupled with his time in hell made him hate himself so much he defied my master that granted him life. Now you have no obstacles and you can very much complete your revenge and do my duty to taking souls to hell.

My master the devil, invites you too,” The Grim reaper said. I looked around the vortex I felt revenge in my heart that produce a glowed emanating from my whole body. I will methodically murder Harry Vincent, and bring him to your master myself. I said to the grim-reaper. Inside the vortex was a memorable experience. The blue light swirl around us and moved us like a locomotive gas that propelled us through time and space. A light appeared that represented the end of the tunnel.

As we exited the vortex, we appeared in front of a brown house in the middle of a road and it was daytime. “This house belongs to Harry Vincent. We are close to the end of his first life but before we continue, you must understand him. Harry Vincent has extreme self-hate for himself,” The Grim reaper said to me. Cast your eyes on him as he demonstrates self-hate. I looked outside of a bathroom window on the second floor. I observed a light skin black man applying makeup that made him look lighter. “That is the real Harry Vincent. In his first life-time, Harry Vincent closed the makeup case and put it in his pocket. He was dressed with an old 18th century military uniform. He exited the bathroom, and went downstairs into a spacious living room. We followed him, ing through the bathroom and descending downward into the living room. In the living room there were 6 black people kneeling to the ground.

Harry Vincent entered the room with a smile then pulled out his long sword attach to his waist. “This is for trying to escape” he yelled and in one motion he

slit the throat of the first black person in his execution line. At that moment four officers under Harry Vincent command holding long knifes leaned forward to impose their will as the kneeling black man tried to get up. Harry Vincent said “Get down on your knees.” He walked over towards him with his sword pointed to his throat. He was the third person in the execution line. The Blackman refused then Harry Vincent swipe the sword through his knee.

The Blackman fell to the ground with both hands holding his severed limb, he went into shock and died. I watched as I floated in the air with Grim-reaper. Suddenly the door was broken into two and a mob of black man armed with guns and knives rushed into the room. I counted everybody to be sixteen people surrounding Harry Vincent and his four white men. They all held up their weapons as Harry Vincent tried to jump out the window.

One of the Blackman grabbed his foot and dragged him all the way back to the center of the room. After a series of stomping and kicking Harry Vincent was chopped up limb by limb. One by One his men were decapitated. “Follow me,” The grim reaper whispered, extending his skeleton hand. He entered a vortex, and I followed him. We were in a dark cave in which demonic humanoid creatures with five fingers with sharp nails and black with red eyes. They tortured Harry Vincent tearing into his flesh and taunting him as a little kid in the school playground.

I flew down closer to the torture ground alongside with the grim-reaper. We are in hell, the personal hell for Harry Vincent. A glowing light appeared and engulfed Harry Vincent. Then the demons scattered away into the shadows. Harry Vincent yelled out “Yes, Yes I will”. “What is he saying yes to?” I asked the grim-reaper, lighting up a cigar. The grim-reaper said that Harry Vincent agreed that if he was allowed to enter the world of the living he deliver 50 souls of white men to the master.

“Follow me, young soul” the grim-reaper said we shall go back to the present

time. Then, we entered a green vortex that pulled us into it. Then we appeared in Felix Douglass living room. Almost as instantly as we entered the vortex, Harry Vincent deviated from his agreement, electing to continue his former life style concentrating on the destruction of the black race. “Now, I need you my former king to fulfill your revenge and bring me his soul.” The grim-reaper said. “I will. I got you, I give you my word,” I said, as my eyes glowed. I had no choice. The grim-reaper wouldn’t have allowed me to deny him and if fulfilling my revenge meant me existing in the land of the living, then I will. “There is one last thing,” The Grim-Reaper said as he faded into thin air. “Malik your homeboy in the living world is your son.” Then he disappeared. I floated above the floor with my purple tostada, motionless. How could Malik be my son? I thought. Before I could think any further, I felt Felix Douglass mind and body attempting to leave the apartment. “Oh no. You don’t.”

With the speed that I can generate in this realm, I flew just above him as he attempted to unlock the last lock on the door, then like a diver jumping off a diver’s board, I dove into his mind. Meanwhile I had possession of the gun now all I had to do is wait for Malik in Felix Douglass body. “No later than 8:00PM, is what I told him.” I looked at the alarm clock from thon the counter next to his bed, the alarm clock read 7:30P.M. It means the time I spent with the Grimreaper was about an hour.

I thought about Malik again and concerning what the grim-reaper said about him. I focused my telepathy and located Malik in Sade’s apartment on the third floor. R&B music was playing as Malik reclined in bed with his arms around Sade, listening to more of her life-story. Sade was very talkative; she wanted to get her point across. As I read Malik mind, I could tell he was unaware of the time.

I could’ve reminded him but as I felt his emotions, I could tell he was greatly relieved. Apparently, Sade already reported that there was no eye witness to the fight earlier by the store with him and Moses. Also for the first time, Malik is tempted sexually,

breaking his will power of following the code of honor I instilled in him, of not mixing business with pleasure. Sade was doing everything in her power to make Malik feel comfortable. It was at this instance I decided to trust Malik with his word honoring our agreement. Out of interest and curiosity I disconnected my link with Malik and connected with Sade mind. As I enter Sade mind I felt cloudiness as if I entered a huge cloud filled different colors of disarray.

She was literally thinking about seven things at a time. But the one profound thought that stood out among the other thoughts is Sade realizing that Malik is getting aroused in his white boxers lying on the coach in between his arms. Secondary to that, she was thinking about telling him that she was falling in love with him, but that she no longer wants to push crack anymore.

She knew Malik was highly driven even more so because of me however, breaking his heart is not what she wanted to do. Malik re-sparked the blunt and took a long pull then ed it to her. Then Sade said "no let me tell you something. My cousin died on the corner, selling the same thing I am selling. Now I am not saying it is going to happen to you, but the chances of it happening to me is more.

I can't say I don’t need the money, but right now all I need is couple of stacks then I am out this game before I end up like my cousin. And Malik I also don’t want the same thing for you. My feelings for you have been growing. I gave all my energy last time to my ex and then one day he was supposed to come home at that time I was living with him and guess what? He never did. Apparently he had a double life. He had two apartments, the other one was with his wife and family the whole time we were together. When his wife found out, she killed him that day at his job. He was an MTA worker at the train booth when she came into the subway and blasted him with his own gun. She killed him.

Now, she is in prison doing 26 years, and I am here about to tell you the same thing I told her dead husband. “I love you, Malik.” Still connected to Sade’s mind, I knew she was sincere when she said those three words. Malik turned around and didn’t face her. He looked at the time. The time was 7:43pm, 17 minutes before he had to meet me in apartment 14G. I was still in Sade mind and in Felix Douglass body at the same time. I was stronger now because of the grim-reaper.

As I viewed Malik through Sade’s eyes, I decided to reconnect with Malik mind as I knew time was of the essence. His thoughts were already together as he responded to Sade “Out of love for you too, I want to make you my shawty. I don’t want you to be in this game because eventually I want to get out as well. You kept it mad real with me. And that's what I really appreciate about you.

I won’t let anything happen to you. Stay in this game a little longer. I really need you, and then we both can exit together,” Malik said. Malik stared into her eyes and Sade kissed Malik on the lips. Malik held her in his arms and lean forward to deepen the kiss her. Damn her lips are soft and moist he thought as he slowly moved his left hand over to rub her right thigh. They began to tongue kiss as Sade put her hand on Malik chest and started to feel his six pacts. Malik was thinking about a lot of things at this time but he chose to go with the flow.

Malik and Sade started to hold each other with each ing second kissing. Both of their body temperatures rose. The Music that was playing loud started to play “Keep their heads ringing” by Dr Dre. Sade lowered her body and Malik positioned himself on top of her. He stared in her seductive eyes and slips down his boxers and descended down on to her. She opened her legs and whisper in his ears she loved him. Malik was already erect and said “I Love you too". The song on the radio changed to don’t let me fall by Bob. He positioned his member at Sade’s entrance and that's when the thoughts of one of his favorite R&B song echo in his mind. “Don’t matter if you do it slow or do

it fast, as long as you make it last". Seeing Malik and Sade have sex almost gave me a flashback to the days when my heartbeat blood and my lungs inhaled oxygen. But the time was getting closer to eight o clock. Malik started to stroke her from the back side and that's Sade reached ecstasy. I was happy for Malik. The song changed to Break Up by Mario on the radio.

When I probe Malik mind, I sensed he was concern with the time however he knew he just completed his goal and that was to satisfy her before he break out to see me. They change position and then Sade was on top of Malik. She rode him trying to return the same favor. Sade’s door bell rung. Sade eyes rolled as the person rung the bell again. She said “Wait, don’t move baby.” But Malik did and Sade went over to open the door. He sneaked into the bathroom and washed his private area. When Sade completed the drug transaction, she saw Malik putting on his uniform. Malik looked up at her and said putting his belt on “Baby, I gotta go back to my post or I will lose my job. When I get off work, imma come back,” Malik said. “Aww, Malik. What can I do to make you stay now?” Sade replied. The door bell rung again and Sade yelled out "who is it" in ager. “Sean,” the voice in the hallway replied. When Sade opened the door Malik was already putting his security boots on.

Sade went into the stash spot in the closet and Malik waited for her by the door as she came back to serve Sean a delivery boy for his uncle who is a crack head. The song on the radio changed to “Once again by A Tribe called Quest" When the transaction was completed. “You move quickly. Mad quick. How are you going to just leave after you said you love me and make me feel that you are lying and don’t want me” Malik wanted to answer but he opened the door and said “Later.”

As Malik walked down the hallway, he sensed someone was watching him. Sade yelled “Fuck you nigga,” and slammed the door.

Chapter Fourteen

Malik walked down the hallway. He pressed the elevator button. As he waited for the elevator, he thought about the first time he met Sade. Malik thought about last week when he saw her naked for the first time stepping out of the shower. Nothing happened obviously but after knowing her for 4 months it was the first time feelings shifted at a faster rate that over-ridded what I told him about never mixing business with pleasure. At that moment, seeing her out of the shower Malik wanted her companionship.

Finally, Malik replayed what just happened. He felt regret just leaving Sade open without the true explanation that he takes orders from a ghost. He knew Sade would still ride with him because the money involve is like a drug. But her feeling and emotions can’t be ignored. Although Malik had a girlfriend, he was not in love with her but for the first time Malik used such words for a female and meant it. The elevator door opened and Malik entered and pressed 14.

I had 4 minutes before Malik rung the bell. I was in the soul of Felix Douglass waiting just outside the door. I was a little disappointed that Malik feelings for Sade actually might grow to the point where he might lose focus but I was also thinking about my analysis of how Malik was my son. Close to the time of my death, there was a night when Alieta took the kids to the hospital to visit their grandmother or shall I say Alieta’s mother. Alieta’s mother was dying from lung cancer. She treated me like her son because I treated her daughter like a queen. For our first year anniversary she paid for Alieta and I trip to go to Cairo, Egypt.

It was the first time I ever left this country. But since Alieta’s family was rich, Alieta and I literally traveled all around the world. When Alieta’s mother was sick, and she took the kids with her to the hospital, I fucked my right hand man

little sister named Clara. She was 22 at that time. I guess that very night Malik was created. That is the only possibility because I cheated on Alieta once.

Only one time, but the woman who shelter and take care of Malik is not Clara. So, I guess something happen and this woman adopted Malik at a young age and she never told him the truth. When I defied my vows to my marriage with Alieta is when my luck change for the worst. Alieta mother made me promised her that I will never cheat on her daughter and when she died that night in the hospital, I broke my vowed in my marriage and also with Alieta’s mother who had a heart of gold. Consequently my life was never the same.

I mean I died 2 months later and in between the time of my death, and the time of Alieta’s mother death the cops was on my case and harassing me till I died in October 12 1992, tortured, brutalize and then executed. So now I have my answer. Being in this body, I felt colossus. I was controlling probably the strongest man alive. Physically he trained his body, but what I feel is this man capability is supernatural.

Like the grim-reaper been feeding him steroids. The door bell rung it was Malik. I opened the door slowly and carefully, because the strength of Felix Douglass is explosive. As I open the door the smell of crack, marijuana, and cigarettes smoke escaped into the Hallway. Malik my son was standing dejected. I can imagine why it is painful keeping a separation between business and pleasure, especially when you have strong feelings for that person. However, as a boss, I can’t be forgiving. Not only did Malik have unprotected sex, he is also 8 minutes late. But cardinal rules I laid down to Malik before that can’t be broken. I was reluctant but I grab Malik by his throat and lifted him up in the air. Malik responded with cat-like reflexes grabbing my hand as it held his throat.

I pulled Malik closer to me, easing the pressure a little so he can breathe but not talk. Malik tried to resist every way possible. But lifting him up in the air took away his leverage and squeezing his throat took away his energy. Malik then

attempted to bite off Felix Douglass finger. But I maintained the grip on his throat, and squeezed it a little tighter to make sure he understand that I can kill him and to discourage him from continuing to bite off my finger or shall I say Felix Douglass finger.

Malik kicked and punched. Just like I know he would because his nature is to never give up, never let down. The thoughts of survival grew within Malik and he put his hand in his back pocket to reach for his razor. I know exactly what Malik was trying to do with my other hand I tried to stop Malik but with one precision slash with his razor, Malik slid Felix Douglass wrist and then blood flowed out with the beat of each heart pump.

At that point I released Malik by his throat and he dropped to the floor. “Listen Youngblood, it is I, Hood Ghost”. I said. Malik was on all fours, holding his throat that was bruised from my devastating grip. I read the thoughts emanating from Malik mind and detected that he was very angry.

“Stand Up Youngblood, what the hell you coming here late and what the hell did I tell you about mixing business with pleasure? “You thought I wouldn’t know you smell like sex?” Malik gather himself and said “Damn Hood you didn’t have to choke me like that.” Malik eyes were red from lack of oxygen “Stare into my eyes, the eyes is the window to the soul.” I said to Malik.

“Do you see me?” Malik was still angry. “That is still fucked up. If you could read my thoughts and see what I could see then you would’ve already known that I tried to get here on time” Malik said. “I know circumstances do pop up but if you want to be a boss you have to control your own choices. At the end of the day you made the choice to be late. And you said you tried to make it here on time. In my book the word try doesn’t exist. Either you’re going to do it or not” I said looking at Malik.

Malik continued “Look what you made me do, your wrist is bleeding.” I held my wrist up and saw that he was right. A pool of blood leaking from my wrist was flowing profusely. I placed my free hand over the wound and said “I will be alright this ain’t my body. Now let’s get down to business,” I locked the door behind us.

Malik entered inside, stepping over the pool of blood. “Welcome to apartment14G,” I said. Malik entered the apartment and sat down. I sat down in the chair next to him continuing to apply pressure on my wrist, so that Felix Douglass wrist won’t bleed to death. “Malik, this is the plan. The reason why I wanted to meet you here is because the beginning of my exodus has begun. I will have solace and serenity for my unrest spirit.

At around midnight when you get off the clock, I want you to take the 3 train and get off at 138st in the Bronx. I got up and still maintained pressure to my left wrist, the blood already lost was weakening me. I don’t think Felix Douglass is going to survive tonight ordeal without being hospitalize. I entered Felix Douglass bedroom then open his dresser draw to retrieve his hammer. Then I gave it to Malik.

It was the first time Malik held a gun and he was a bit anxious to pull the trigger. “Malik” I said. “I made a promise to you Malik that I will bring you Power, Fortune, and Respect. Well, tonight is the night you rob an officer named Captain Vincent. At around 1:20am, Harry Vincent always leave a local bar not far from the precinct. Some nights he leave so drunk he stagger home and just leave his car park, avoiding the risk of driving drunk.

Well, tonight is one of those nights Harry Vincent will be intoxicated above the legal limit, if you know what I mean. At matter of fact you don’t know what I mean. About 2 hours ago around the time you clocked in from work. I took care of the beginning. A man name Tony Vincent who is the son of Harry Vincent was tormented by me. I made him fuck up his drug bust operation and

traumatize him by letting him know my existence but not my identity.”

Malik eyes stared at me with interest therefore I continued. “Right now he should be in a hospital with his job and freedom on the line, while going through mental health evaluation. Although letting Tony Vincent know of my existence was extremely risky, it served its purpose because it gave an alcoholic a reason to drink excessively and I am talking about Harry Vincent. So after leaving the tavern, the plan is to ambush Harry Vincent before he put the key to his car door and from there we will strip him of his dignity and respect, then hand him this note.” I gave a note inside an envelope to Malik.

I got up to look at the balcony window. The view was beautiful as the sky still snowed, then I continued. “After giving him the note you will leave and go home to pack because around 5 in the afternoon we have plans to catch a flight to Las Vegas,” I said.

Why are we going to Las Vegas?” Malik asked. “To deliver the final blow, and send Captain Adam Foiley and Commissioner Evan Fields to their grave,” I responded. Malik got up and processed the whole thing. “No doubt. I’m with it,” He said. “Once you get out the train I will be there waiting for you,” I said to Malik. I gave him some gloves (so he won’t put his finger prints on the gun), and the hammer. I gave Malik a pound.

The time was about 8:30 PM, and Malik already abandoned his security post for an unreasonable sense of time. I could sense his field supervisors coming near to the site. “Hurry up downstairs Malik that asshole is coming from your job. He is like a block away.” Malik jumped up, stashed the hammer on with his shirt tucked over it, put the gloves in his pocket then Malik cursed and said “I may be fucked. He said he doesn’t like seeing me off my post because it doesn’t look good for the company. So if it doesn’t look good for the company that I would lose my job.” Malik said.

Malik was right he is fucked. I sensed the level of intent to fire Malik. I can’t help Malik because I have to control Felix Douglass soul till the duration of the night. Dispossessing his body would be like letting Jason out of hell and paralyzing his mind would be the only option to helping Malik. If I put Felix Douglass mind in a slight coma, that would give me time to help Malik. But I can’t do that. Because paralyzing Felix Douglass mind would mean that he will surely bleed to death for the slid wrist. “Hurry Malik, downstairs.”

I yelled to Malik as he dashed out of the apartment to the elevator that takes forever. I knew time wasn’t on his side and I knew I should have been more careful. I should've done this a long time ago and that was rip Felix Douglass shirt and wrap the piece of his shirt around his left wrist tight, so that the bleeding would stop.

Chapter Fifteen

Malik waited by the elevator impatiently. He paced back and forth. “I hate this elevator,” he thought. “The tenants pay all this rent for this shitty services.” A few moments later the elevator arrived. He entered the elevator and presses the first floor button. I was still psychically connected to Malik being able to feel and hear his thoughts.

The elevator touched down on the first floor, and then the elevator door opened. Malik supervisor was waiting for him by the security desk on his cellphone. Malik got out the elevator with his guard up and his expectations set to the worst. Malik approach his supervisor, he was still on the phone then signal Malik to wait by pointing his index finger.

Malik supervisor name is James. Malik waited. James was dressed in his brown trench coat with his company uniform on. He was much shorter than Malik and was in his fifties. When James ended his phone conversation, he immediately turned to Malik in a serious face. “I told you time in and time out that if I catch you off post again, that would be your job. Now, Malik you pushed me to do this. You want to be like a mentally weak punk and be a hustler and sell drugs. You can do that now, be what the white-man want you to be.

Malik you are fired as of this moment" James said. “Mr. James. Who said I was selling drugs? And you know I was on my patrol. I had a call about 20mins about some noise disturbance on the fourteen floor. Please Mr. James don’t fire me.” Malik said. “Listen, I gave you chances after chances now I don’t want to have to call the police. Get your belonging and get off the premises,” James said. Malik feeling dejected lowered his head and enter the booth, clocked out, put on his regular clothes, and stuck his middle finger at his supervisor.

He exited the back way, while James his former supervisor was yelling profanity back. Malik took the staircase to the third floor. Again, he was driven to Sade. I suppose he needed a safe haven till about midnight. The time now was 10:00p.m. I focused my connection to Malik mind because Malik's anger was growing and disturbing my mental link to him. Malik was angry that he lost his job. Fear and doubt accumulated about whether he can look out for his family for the holidays and the thoughts of being disloyal to me actually spawned within his thoughts as well. He blames me for the lost of his job. He punched the wall.

I studied the events, the events that just happen. He wanted to know who told Mr. James about him selling drugs. Malik ponder in the staircase and that is when Ton the pimp opens the door. Malik instincts kicked in. Being around Ton, you have to be on point. He is the type of person that talks fast and would use word play to manipulate you to whatever scheme he has for you. The direction Ton came from spawn another suspicion thought that he may have come from Sade’s apartment. Ton was a little taller than Malik at 6'3 but was extremely skinny. He had long hair that was permed and wore shades. He was also wearing white button down designer shirt and blue jeans. When Malik path crossed with Ton, Malik bad attitude could not be buried. “Yo, Malik did you talk to Keith about the apartment. I want to know how much he is renting it out for. I got this bad girl from upstate. She needs a place. And I know your man got the whole second floor vacant from going to his party.”

Ton said, not really focusing on Malik. He knew Malik was analyzing the situation of why is he exiting the third floor the same floor as Sade. Malik responded “Nah Ton. I didn’t get a chance. He was in a rush and he had to break out so the next time I see him, I got you” Malik said sarcastically. Ton smiled and said. “Alright man. No doubt. Hit me up man. I am in a rush and I got to take this dime to the club.” Ton extended his hand to give Malik a pound. Malik instincts kicked in and he pretended he didn’t see his hand by staring into Ton's eyes.”

Last month, I gave you the one month rent and security for the crib in New Jersey. You when we was driving under the Holland tunnel, you told me if I gave it to you that you would have it for me next month. Your shorty been in that crib and been going out with lawyers, judges, police officers, I see you got the loot. What up with the bread, my dude? And to stretch the case what are you doing on the third floor?

You know my operation. If you got a particular habit that I don’t know about then I don’t want to fuck with you. And if you trying to recruit Sade or try to kick game to her then she ain’t with it and you going to have problems with me,” Malik said. Malik had the high ground. But took three steps down to be on the same level on the stairs as Ton.

Ton moved his hand away. He approached Malik and stared at his shoes “My nigga, you don’t want war. I got an army, I got killers, I got hoes, I been in this hood all my life. Your only status is your quality in your shit. Our alliance was only to make me the second man in the hood next to you. You don’t have an army but you got respect. We make our numbers together. We know how business goes up and down my nigga.” Ton stare became deeper as he took a couple of steps up the stair case. Ton now had the high ground.

Malik was waiting for him to talk more to see if he was going to play him, but then Ton methodically changed the subject “I am on the third floor because this dime got a customer that only fuck if she got crack. Let me tell you a story he pulled out his knife from under his left sock.”

“One of my shawty said that the most out of my pyramid dropped out the game because her cousin died. You know what her cousin name was?” Ton said. Malik answered “no,” looking at the knife. Ton responded “Her cousin name was Moses. You know the same cat you was telling me about last week, that ass bet

you for $50. Now for you settling your beef and I lost out on a good shawty that was bringing me a thousand every week. You owe me thousands or get your face cut,” Ton threatened.

Malik pulled out the gun, then Ton ran away upstairs. Malik did not chase after him. Instead he walked to Sade’s apartment and knocked hard on the door three times. “Who is it” Sade asked. “Malik,” Malik said. She opened the door slowly. “Can I chill for a little while Sade?” Malik said. "What about your damn security post? Don’t you have to be there? Sade asked. “Nah. That ass-hole supervisor James just fired me.”. “I guess you were right about leaving then, but I don’t think a supervisor can just fire you just like that without no prior warnings that were documented,” Sade pointed out.

“Yeah, that is something to look at. Imma call other supervisor and tell him the situation. I know he can save my job in the meanwhile Sade imma chill to about 11:30p.m then break out,” Malik said. Sade nodded, she too was very tired. Malik could see her eyes drowsy and her body movement slow. I read both of their minds and read that Sade had already forgiven Malik for leaving. Malik sensed that too but Sade still hasn’t addressed the issue and Malik is trying not to sweat it. I could tell that their relationship is going to last in comparison to his shorty in Queens. She is nice for him.

She got her job. Her own apartment, but as far as feeling I sensed Malik feelings for Sade is more. But it seems like whenever Malik and Sade approach intimacy there always be some type of distraction. Malik sat on the couch, reclined back, and closed his eyes as Sade went into her bedroom and lay in her bed. The drug traffic was light at this time at 10 p.m. Then the unthinkable happen. The door knocked hard five times, and one final bang.

It was Ton and two other people one female and one male. They were all armed.

Sade woke up instantly. “Who the hell is knocking on the door like that hard?” she yelled. She looked through the peek hole, and saw Ton. Nigga what the fuck you knocking on the door hard for? All of a sudden, Ton took out his gun and said open the door. I ain’t gonna ask you again. Malik got up and looked at the balcony. He envision jumping off the third floor balcony because that is the only route of escape besides the front door.

Malik would probably survive the jump with minor injuries, but Sade would undoubtedly get injured badly. Malik reached for his boots. That was behind the couch. That is where he put the gun. Ton shot the door knob and forced himself in. Malik was still in his thermals. His gun was still in his right boot next to him. But Malik put his hands up. Malik noticed all three was holding a hammer. Ton aimed the gun at Malik as the other 2 goons came over to beat fire out of Malik and they did. Malik cradle himself on the floor holding his head and his ribs as they swung their guns, using the hardness of the steel as a weapon.

With the butt of the gun the female goon deliver a blow to the back of Malik head. The blow deliver left him unconscious lying on the ground. Ton ordered his goons to look for the stash and held the gun to Sade. Sade knew they won’t find the money or the drugs. Not even the police. The stash spot was within the light fixture in her bedroom. It requires a screw driver and the lights switch off to retrieve it.

Meanwhile I was upstairs in apartment 14G. I gather myself and took the elevator down to the third floor. Luckily the elevator came on-time. When I touched down on the third floor I knew everything that was going on. When the elevator door opened I walked straight to Sade’s apartment. Ton was guarding the door. When he saw me he said don’t move aiming the gun at me. I stared into his eyes with my demonic eyes. Ton wasn’t scared because he felt like a god holding that gun. He was willing to die to recover from the disrespect Malik gave him. Now, I realize that I was wrong for aligning Malik with Ton.

Therefore I continue to move forward and then Ton said “One more step and I'll blow you away.” Sade used my presence as a distraction to pick up her laptop. She lightly jogged over to Ton warning me not to move and knocked her lap-top over Ton's head. Ton collapsed then Sade took the gun. I advance forward side by side with Sade as the two goons stopped looking for the cash and looked at us. Ton got up and moved towards his goons close to where Malik was still unconscious. I walked forward and the two goons aimed their guns at me. I scanned their minds and realize that none of their weapon were loaded.

So, I approached them like a predator about to kill his prey. I grabbed the throat of the female goon then threw her against the wall like a rag doll knocking her out with ease. Then the male goon threaten he was going to shoot me. I smiled with Felix Douglass smiled then approached him like George Foreman trying to corner his victim. He started to shake his hand with the gun out of nervousness as I got closer but it was too late to escape. I grab his skull with my massive hands.

The male goon fought hard to resist me but I threw him hard to the floor. He tried to get up then I kicked him in the ribs. He rolled all the way to Balcony. I head butt Ton, then punched him in the face that sent him flying to the balcony as well. I walked over to both of them and grabbed each one by their heads and lifted them both over the ledge of the balcony. My mind was already made up I picked up both Ton and the male Goon and held them over the ledge. Ton woke up and shouted with blood coming down his nose “don’t let me fall, I got 3 sons and one daughter.”

With my demonic blacks eyes that glowed I stared into the eyes of Ton and said that was my son you violated. The cold wind ventilated the whole apartment and the snow continued to precipice from the night sky. Then I let go the goon and ton as he scream falling down to the concrete pavement. I looked around and saw other eye witness.

From the streets walking to other people watching in their balcony, I walked over to Sade who was concern about Malik because she was holding his head and slightly crying. I snatch Malik from her as she yelled and said give him back. She pointed the hammer she took from Ton at me and that’s when I transferred a bit of my spirit into her and made her brain induce her to faint. I carried Malik on my shoulders and disappeared into the shadows. I exited the back of the building with Malik on my shoulder.

I scanned Felix Douglass memory and found out he had a park car parked a blocked away. After I carried Malik to the car, I put him in the back seat then I sat in the driver’s seat. The time was 10:30pm. As Malik laid in the back seat unconscious, I sat in the driver’s seat, and absorb the recent events. Before this life-time I was a pharaoh that sacrificed and killed probably thousands to hundreds of thousands of people. That is what the grim-reaper told me. I wonder from what period that was. My occupation in my last life time was the reason why the grim reaper like me. The grim-reaper also revealed to me that Harry Vincent was a black slave master. The irony in that is that Harry Vincent the cockiest, the most sucker out of the three cops that killed me is now white. I guess the devil wanted Harry Vincent to be uncomfortable giving him existence as a white person than giving him the assignment to kill 50 white people in redemption for his past life of being black slave master.

According to the grim-reaper, the devil sentenced Harry Vincent 54 years and now his time is up. The last important thing is that Malik my son, the person I have aided all of these months is really my son. Yes, it sounds unbelievable. Especially since the bearer of that information is capable of lying to me and that is the grim-reaper. I can't ignore it and I don’t see why the grim-reaper would lie. Telling me such thing changes the game. I think the grim-reaper knows that. I don’t want Malik to be a part of this and possibly get killed.

The next problem is that Malik’s current mother isn’t the person I committed adultery with. His real mother might have died or gave Malik up for adoption.

Most of my answers can be answered if I time travel back in time, all I could finally think next was about my son Malik. I have failed him in a lot of ways. Ton betrayed him and he lost his job and almost his life.

The time was 10:40pm and Malik was beginning to regain consciousness. I was relieved, but still deeply confused. I didn’t know whether to continue this mission with Malik or just tell him to go home for his own safety, since I can’t guarantee it. Seconds later Malik woke up. His eyes opened and he immediately quince his face from his wound to the back of the head. “I feel like I got head butted twice,” Malik said.

More like "Gun butt,”. I said in the dark massive body of the tormented soul of Felix Douglass. Malik turned around and said “the last thing I ed was two of Ton’s goons coming at me. Both had hammers. And then that’s it.” I stared with my demonic black shiny pupils into the eyes of my son. I wanted to hug him, but I didn’t want to get too close to him in this body filled with fifth. My concern was in his safety, so when he brought up the last confrontation. I instantly thought to myself that I could have inflicted more pain to Ton and his goons but I didn’t.

“Malik, let me finish the story after your memory loss, when you was scraping; one of them snuck up behind you hit you with the gun and took you out of consciousness. That's when I came, did some damage and cleaned up my mess.” I said to Malik. Malik struggle to sit up but he couldn’t. “I threw Ton and his goon out the window then landed kindled bad too. And Sade is ok and unharmed.” Malik sat up completely. “I'm sorry for aligning you with Ton,” I said.

Malik looked at me. I sensed what he felt. He never heard me apologize before.” There is no honor in thieves, and his illness is that he can’t be trusted. I knew those two things about Ton and still ignore my instinct because I thought about exceling you to the top from the bottom. When I possessed this body to use as

my vessel to kill Harry Vincent was when I left you, Malik vulnerable.” I said. “You don’t have to apologize. I don’t blame you. I blame Ton. He chose to come back and create war with me and my operations,” Malik said. “And can you lower one or two of the car windows, I could use some more air,” Malik said. I reached over and clicked the button. As the car window lowered, I sensed what Malik thought. I looked at myself, then realized Felix Douglass was a nasty ass low life. Malik in his mind said “shit.” I on the other hand can’t feel or smell, but I feel even worst for Malik. “How is Sade again?” Malik said.

“Why don’t you go find out? I know you are in love” I said to Malik but on the contrary I wanted Malik to discontinue because he is my son. No longer expendable in my road to perdition. There is also something I have to reveal to you Malik. A very credible source told me that you are my son.” I said to Malik.

“Wow.” Malik said. "You mean you and Clara were together?” Malik said. “Nah your birth mother’s real name is Clara Malik,” I said. Malik changed his tone and said how credible is your source if you want me to believe my mother that raised me is not my real mother and that you are my father,” Malik said “Well the truth is in the pudding maybe after you see Sade you can go straight to your mother and ask her after then I will get in with you tomorrow.”

I opened the door and smiled, showing the corrugated teeth that ate human flesh. “Thanks.” Malik said to Hood Ghost. Malik hugged me then said “Goodnight Pops.” He exited the car and disappeared in the rain, as he headed towards the huge apartment building.

Chapter Sixteen

I took a deep breath and closed the car door. I searched for Harry Vincent through the rain and I located him, taking a shot of liquor with other crooked cops and law makers. They were discussing the facts about their shady activity being exposed by the media. An old man dressed in a dark blue suit sat at the end of a large circle table. There were sixteen men all together in high positions. The only two missing was Captain Adam Foley and Police Commissioner Evan Fields.

I was deeply disappointed. The old man that sat at the end of the table spoke to another man “How could you allow your men to slip. They fucked up therefore, you fucked up. We don’t need this type of attention when the economy is doing badly and election is around the corner.” The old man with the blue suit said to the skinny man dressed in a black suit. The skinny man replied sitting in a chair not next to Harry Vincent.

“Those Cops will be suspended without pay for two weeks. I already talk to the post and the New York Times about leaking anything else. The woman that got raped by the police officer has already accepted a two million dollar settlement.”

“There was another incident I read in the paper that within your precinct some cops got caught accepting solicitation for not issuing tickets. I question your judgment and think you are incompetent. As of now you will retire and give all control of your operations to Harry Vincent.” The old man that sat at the end of the table said. Harry Vincent was shocked. That was the best news he heard all day.

Harry Vincent got up and said “Thank you Sir for the transfer in authority, I won’t fuck up and I promise to increase productivity under the radar, but I want to ask you for two things. Protect my son from the legal system, he is one of us. He was being controlled by a ghost that I murdered seventeen years ago. My second request is that I need to go to Las Vegas to seek out help from an Indian warlock. I hear he is the most powerful person in America dealing with supernatural. Only he could help me.”

Harry Vincent said. Behind him was the view of lower Manhattan. “I can’t give you both of your requests. Your son has to take the fall for his actions even if he was being controlled. I can authorize you to leave for Las Vegas, but that would be it for favors and when you come back, you must return the favor.” The old man said. Harry Vincent threw his liquor at the old man that sat at the head of table.

“That’s bull-shit. My son deserve better than that. Look at everything I have done for you and your organization.” Harry Vincent said. However his actions resulted in eight men pointing guns at him. “What are you waiting for? Put a bullet through his head,” The old man said as he wiped the liquor off his suit with his hanker-chief. Harry Vincent tone changed “Please sir. Don’t kill me. I am only thinking about my family.” He pleaded. I deposed my spirit from Felix Douglass body and watched from above as he regained control of his body inside his car. He was barely moving but I know he re everything that happened. I left him and traveled through the night snowy sky to lower Manhattan. I couldn’t allow the death of Harry Vincent to be from another man other than myself.

So, I traveled with supernatural speed to the downtown Manhattan in the Wall Street District. I followed my internal radar that detect Harry Vincent brainwave. I crossed the east river as I sensed fear growing even more within Harry Vincent. Finally, I arrive to high-rise office building on a cold snowy night in December. I through the physical matter of the window 78 floors high into a dark room.

I ed through the wall into the room where 9 men held a man at gun point.

The target was Harry Vincent. Harry Vincent disrespected the top chief by throwing his glass of liquor at him not knowing that incident could cost him his life. The power of life and death is in the power of the tongue. Immediately I invaded the soul of one of the guys pointing gun at Harry Vincent. Once inside the guy’s body, I felt the impulse to pull the trigger and shoot Harry Vincent once and for all and end his life. But he has to pay for taunting me and disrespectful remarks he made when he tortured me in front of my family.

The top chief aka The Old man was still indecisive about whether to execute Harry Vincent. At the same time Harry Vincent was pleading his case not to be killed by him and how much of an asset he would be if he was forgiven. I, on the other hand did not waste time, I pulled the trigger that sent a bullet through the man’s skull.

Blood gushed out from his head and he drop dead. The guard close to him initially duck but opened fire at the guy who took the shot. I grabbed the other guard close to me and used him as a human shield as I fired back killing 3 out of the 7 men shooting at me. I fell backwards, tripping over a chair. Releasing the henchman I used as a body shield. He was dead. Harry Vincent ran out the room as 1 henchman followed after him. As I recover and got on my feet, the remaining three henchmen shoot at me. I exist the guy’s body and exhaled from the spiritual cigar. The other guards check if the guy I possessed was dead. Once again, I had to regain the control of this situation and get Harry Vincent.

I entered the soul of another henchman checking the body. “He is dead,” I stated, acting cooperative and normal so that they can lower their guard. As soon as they lowered their guns, I shot at them. I can track Harry Vincent better as a spirit than in this body, so I opened fire at the office window shattering the glass.

I ran jumped off the 78 floor of the office building. The snow collected quickly on my face as I descended in the city sky allowing gravity to take its course. I could sense the fear of suicide from the possessed henchman as I allowed gravity to continue taking its course. There was a huge traffic jam and not a lot of pedestrians on the street. I blink one last time and smashed my possessed body’s skull on the concrete for and every other bone.

Seconds later, people got out of their car and gather around the body as I escaped his soul and levitated above them. I concentrated my telepathy and located Harry Vincent fighting with the Henchman chasing him in the subway. I through the ground into the subway where Harry Vincent and the Henchman fought. The henchman had Harry Vincent pinned against the wall.

Harry Vincent head-butted him and punched him in the ribcage the henchman lowered to one knee in pain. Then, Harry Vincent tried to escape but the Henchman held both his legs by wrapping both arms around it. The Henchman got up then punched Harry Vincent in the chest three times. Harry Vincent started to cough out blood rolling to his feet then sucker punched the Henchman in the groin. Again, the Henchman fell to the ground. Both men were much weakened but as the train approach the subway station Harry Vincent without hesitation of fear of losing the battle pushed the henchman into the tracks as the train ed, killing him.

Harry Vincent looked around and saw that there was no eye-witness. He then limped over to the land line phone and called Commissioner Adam Foliey. I envision my death when Harry Vincent asked Adam what he should do with me after beating me several times and tying me up. “Pour gasoline on him light him on fire then throw in the meat freezer.” Adam Foiley words echoed through my mind.

My vengeance on him will be the greatest out of the three. Harry Vincent called Adam because he wanted to know where in Vegas is his Hotel and to warn him that a ghost is seeking vengeance on them. Adam responded on the phone that he and Evans were safe with the warlock and that they are in the Sea Quest Hotel room 34My eyes let up with celestial energy. Harry Vincent got on the train undoubtedly headed to Queens to JFK airport.

On the train, I took possession of his soul. Three hours later, I exited his body and enter Harry Vincent son's soul, Tony Vincent. Harry Vincent was shocked to see himself handcuff to a radiator and his feet tied up. But when he saw his son Tony Vincent he thought that he was going to be rescued but when he realize the dark demonic eyes, he knew his son was possessed by the ghost.

“No” he screamed. “Don’t do this to me spirit. I am under the custody of the devil himself to stay on this earth and do his command. You can't do this to me. I won't allow it” Harry Vincent said staring into my demonic eyes, cold sweat dripped off his face. “I have been waiting for 17 years to have you in this position. To return the favor of your tormenting words in my ear as I was getting beaten barely to death.

I wasn’t a good man when I was alive, but you made yourself judge and executioner. Your arrogant words while I was in pain never escaped my existence even after my death. For someone that I have grown to hate, it's remarkable that you are not even the boss, the one giving the orders. That’s why your boss Commissioner, Adam Foley will feel it the worst.” In some ways you are lucky. I reached over to his forehead then I touched it with my index finger. I transferred the pain I experience 17 years ago. I transferred the pain of the fire burning through my skin. I transferred the pain of the bitter cold inside the meat freezer, then I transferred the same pain multiply by ten of losing my family and being displaced from the living for 17 years.

In a fraction of seconds, Harry Vincent saw what I wanted him to see but to him

it was like reliving another lifetime. When I was done Harry Vincent was screaming but then the scream turned into laughter. “Get out of my fucking mind. I won’t satisfy your thirst for revenge you fucking cock sucker. I'm never sorry and if you think sending me to hell is the end of it then you are gravely wrong, if I see you in hell.”

“You’ll do what?” I interrupted him before he continued. Again I touched his head and then I enter his mind. Inside Harry Vincent mind I created a sub-reality, a fake world that I can manipulate within his mind. I created the stage where Harry Vincent neck was tied to a tree, he was hanging from it and choking. I was in my purple tuxedo smoking a cigar and holding a whip.

“Who wants to whip the man who was born black but hate himself and his own kind,” I said. There was a line of people that raised their hands that stretch for miles. Harry Vincent struggled to get the rope from around his neck but my powers to maintain this sub-reality is greater than Harry Vincent mind to counter my will. After the last person in the line, Harry Vincent was not a man with flesh anymore.

The leather whip slashed every skin off his body. At that point, I was just getting started. I made the rope around his neck disappear and he fell to the ground. I changed the reality and his memory. I made it seem like everything that happen to him was just a bad dream. The alarm clock rung and Harry Vincent woke up. He turned off the alarm clock and saw his wife was beside him.

He ran to the bathroom and saw that he was still white and that he had no scars. He couldn’t believe that. “Was it all a dream?” He thought. "Was what a dream?” His wife asked from the bed still tired. “Never mind Julie,” Harry Vincent said somewhat feeling a little relieved” An hour later, Harry Vincent was driving down a major highway listening to some music with his arms around his wife.

As he sped down the highway, suddenly the sound of police sirens was sounded. “What's that all about?” Julie said. “I don’t know,” Harry Vincent replied. Harry Vincent pulled the car over; it was Commissioner Adam Foliey and Captain Evan Fields. “Hey, how are you doing?” Harry Vincent got out of the car “You are under arrest for speeding,” Captain Adam Foiley said.

Harry Vincent still in disbelief because these are his friends “What are you talking about Adam? Why are you busting my chops?” Harry Vincent asked. “You are out of line, sir. Get back in to the car,” Captain Evan field said. Harry Vincent looked at Captain Evan Fields then deducted that he is still in the nightmare created by me. Harry Vincent still didn’t get back into the car so Commissioner Adam Foley and Captain Evan Field beat him similarly like they did me seventeen years ago. Beating, Torturing, spilling lighter fluid on him, burning him and sticking him into a freezer. I exhaled my cigar smoke in Harry Vincent face as he lay tied up to a chair, burned up and freezing inside the dark cold freezer. “How does it feel you piece of shit?” What happened to your slick comments?” I said. Harry Vincent mouth was frozen shut, but he was struggling to say “go fuck yourself.”

Harry Vincent and I lived an eternal in 20 minutes episodes of my mind’s trickery. Each episode became more wicker than the other, finally I disconnected my mind from his mind and Harry Vincent lay on the ground still handcuffed to the radiator with his feet tied. I was in his son's body. I stood over him as he tremble and shake uncontrollable. His mind absorbed so much in a short period of time, he was vegetable. I nearly destroyed his mind from subjecting him to endless pain and torture.

I walked over to the kitchen and retrieve a knife from the draw then I walked over to Harry Vincent and completed the execution inside his son's body. Rapidly stabbing him in the chest, when I disposed Tony's Vincent body he immediately held his father in the arms and cried. He witnesses everything I did to him but was powerless to

do anything about it.

“Finally, I am done with you Mr. Harry Vincent. I hope you don’t forget about me as you enter the ageway to the real hell,” I said and flew away. I flew away into the night sky that was still snowing. I flew higher and higher as revenge deliver the cure to my anger. I suddenly felt something dreadful. I felt Malik dying.

Chapter Seventeen

My velocity increased as Malik's brave wave pattern decreased. I flew through the snow and wind across the east river, ing the city lights and city congestions down below as fast as I could. I was trying to get from Lower Manhattan to East New York, Brooklyn. I could feel the electric impulses inside Malik's mind weakening. I couldn’t detect any brainwave at all when I hovered over the residential building and entered apartment 3G. As I entered the apartment the lights were dim, but I couldn't see everything. The apartment was a mess. There were books and food all over on the floor.

It looked like there was an earthquake. Sade's couch was turned upside down and all the windows were broken, including her door. It seem like there was some massive force that broke in and nearly destroy the whole apartment. I hovered into Sade’s bedroom and found the unspeakable. “NOOOOOOOO,” I screamed. There was blood pattered everywhere body parts all over the room including two human hearts that was specifically placed on the bed.

The killer was trying to send me a message. There was a message written on the wall in blood it said “Two Lover's Heart” Every body part was present except for the head. I lowered my head in failure. My anger made my whole body energize to a wavelength that emitted purple light from my purple tuxedo glowed. My eyes became two miniature black holes. I flew directly to Felix Douglass apartment when I caught him in the middle of a demonic ritual ceremony involving the decapitated heads of Sade and my son, Malik.

He then threw some dusk into a flame that that began larger and hotter that eventually engulfed him and the entire room. The flames did not affect me but when the flames dissipated Felix Douglass was in a spirit form. Glowing gray

and white, Felix Douglass used black magic to transform his flesh into a spirit form. Now he and I are equal in every way. He flew towards me tackle me through the walls, forcing me just outside the building, flowing in the air. I threw a series of punches at him then manipulated the size of my hand to grow big and then I punched him 30 feet away. He then flew back and reappeared in back of me with a huge hammer he materialized at will.

When I turned around, it was already too late I was stunned by the blow of his hammer that send me to fall on the ground. I was immobilize. I couldn’t move. He flew down beside me and stopped glowing. He formalize into crystalize form, then lifted me up. I heard laughter "Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha. You underestimated me, Shakur Zion,” Felix Douglass said. "If I defeat you, the grim-reaper promises me the power to bring more murder and killing at no consequences, to continue my work and to become the New King of Death, the same position he promised you.

You see the grim-reaper know you are going to complete your revenge but he also know that you will never become the killer that indiscriminately bring death like you did for the grim-reaper during your last life time.” I teleported in front of him and streamed a large shock wave of celestial energy that send him flying deep within the earth crust. As Felix Douglass gathers himself, he quickly generated speed to attack me. But it was already too late. I already took my glowing hands and pierced it through my chest and pull out the portion of my celestial energy, then commanded the cosmos to bring the time and space to my given point by sheer will of my thought.

Using ether, I created a temporary black hole. When Felix Douglass approached me, he was pulled back in time to the year where no human exists. It was the periods where the dinosaurs existed. Felix Douglass looked around it was tropical jungle filled with a lot of vegetation. “Have fun continuing your work,” I said, blowing a cigar and entering the vortex that send me back to the present.

Once again, I was inside the murder scene. The apartment where my son was brutally murdered. I let him down and I was the cause of his death. The Irony of killing Harry Vincent with his son then losing my son to another beast was a painful reminder in the fact that in my quest for revenge nobody will win. I flew to Las Vegas to complete my revenge.

Chapter Eighteen

The sun was bright. The air was clear, dry, and no wind. The vibe was different in this city. It was a year later. September 11, 2011. The temperature was 98 degrees. I was tailgating Captain Adam Foley and Police Commissioner Evan Fields in downtown Las Vegas early in the morning. The zone I was in felt like being in Times Square with all the lights and shows. They were partying all night and I was staked out, just waiting for them to come out the club.

They had an Indian descent bodyguard, his height was 64. He was very skinny but he knows martial arts and is a trained marksman with the gun. Among other things, he has a high understanding in the knowledge of the book of the Dead. He was the only thing stopping me from completing my revenge.

I was riding behind them in a black van inside an old man body. The old man was somebody I randomly possess just to get close to my target. In the enger seat was my liaison to Las Vegas and my new business partner. His name is Christian Parker. He was in his thirties. He was a very intelligent and was very elite in the areas of computer and technology. He was a good man and a good husband. His only fault was that is a heavy gambler. After having his first child he ran into some bad luck.

He was on the verge of losing his house with his family. He took his last bit of savings and went back to the casino. I revealed myself to him just when he was about to lose his last dime. I offered Christian Parker money, power, and respect. He took my offer in helping me complete my revenge and he got what he wanted good luck money from me manipulating the machines and his dice roll in the casino in his favor. At the end, Christian Parker won $3000000 from my help.

However, with his asset from his winnings, he became a target legally and illegally. Two casinos are suing him for counting the cards, and two hit men are out to kill him from bankrupting a casino two months later. As both cars turned the corner, there was a huge traffic jam under the brutal sun of Las Vegas. The temperature was 98 degrees, but the soul I possess body is so old and weak, my ability for body to keep cool is a challenge. I estimate this soul to be about 83 years old. It was September 11, 2011.

“Are you sure, this will work?” I asked a medium height fairly build, fairskinned man. Christian is 36 years old. “Of course Shakur. My team is set-up at their post and will report their status every hour.” Christian was a good man until he met me. After Malik's death back in New York, I started not to care anymore who suffers or who loses along the way. My frustration was compounded when I found out that my enemies are protected by a witch doctor, the warlock.

The warlock protects the commissioner, and the captain with his magical amulet that emits a magical field that prevents all spirits from coming close. Getting close to them has been almost impossible with the type of security these men carry with them. Despite the commissioner and the captain knowing my existence they are still enjoying retirement in this city. Christian proposes solving the problem by extreme measures. Over the past year, my lack of care for the living clouded my vision. Christian idea of a nuclear explosion on the anniversaries of September 11, did not quite sit well with me at first, but I wanted to the grim-reaper to restore Malik's spirit, Alieta's spirit and reclaim King of the Death throne among the Dark Kingdom.

“This act of violence would create enough force to destroy the spiritual field of the warlock and leave my enemies defenseless,” Christian said. “How many is projected to die?” I asked Christian as he typed complex equations into his laptop. “Almost a million” He said with a cold laughter.

Originally, Christian was a decent man, but when I introduce him to the illusion of happiness which is money the evil became unlock. Christian was a veteran. He received an honorable discharge, but never received the proper benefits he was promised. From the advance computer training he landed a good career until he got in debt because of his gambling. Now he harbors animosity towards America. All the money he won, he used it to build a secret army. All I did was open the door for Christian. In a lot of ways he impressed me more than Malik, but my relationship with Malik is irreplaceable.

We stayed in a traffic Jam both cars not being able to move. I possessed an old man body while my partner continued typing. The car in front of us contained my worst enemy and 100 miles west, there is about to be a huge nuclear explosion. The epic-center of the blast is Los Angeles. Although we were far away from the explosion we were still in the range of the radiation. “Nine more minutes to the explosion”. Christian said. “Ok,” I said to him still waiting behind the driver’s wheel in traffic. I felt a little relief that my revenge was about to be over. I tried to block out the sadness that thousand maybe millions of people were going to die, but ultimately I didn’t care.

With 18 years as a wandering spirit, I maintain some comion for the living but when Malik died so did my morality. I was colder more now than ever. I watched as the living gamble with their life not taking it seriously. I observed mothers not taking care of their children, fathers cheating and abandoning their family, I saw police brutalize and corrupt the community, and I see a world that is controlled by crime and the captivation of others.

To a certain degree, I am a jealous. I wished I was alive too, but now my thirst for power and control means to me that I am greater now as a spirit than I was alive. “5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0” Christian said. An explosion from the west and a flash of light occurred, Christian got out the car first concealing his pistol inside his tshirt. As I got out the car, I could feel the warlock spiritual force field decaying. I didn’t need a weapon all I needed was this opportunity.

I waited a couple of seconds until I could feel like the force field closing. I disposed the old man’s body and possessed Commissioner Fields. Christian shot his weapon at the warlock head and he sensed my presence but I took out field’s weapon that was strapped in his leg, and then held it out to Captain Adam Foliey’s temple. This is for killing Shakur Zion, I pulled the trigger. Blood splattered and Captain’s head opened like there was bomb inside his brain. I looked at Christian from the eyes of Commissioner Fields and said “Thank you” I shake his hand and drove west towards the epicenter of the nuclear explosion. I kept driving and driving, every minute that ed, I could feel the internal organs of commissioner Fields melting from the radiation. After about thirty minutes of driving towards the intense radiation field, I destroyed the key ignition and got out of the car then I deposed his body and allowed Commissioned Evans to regain control of his body.

He tried to run away but then his leg fell off and then his arm broke off for trying to break his fall. He lay on the dirt in the hot sun with one arm and one leg bleeding from his mouth. I relit my cigar and flew higher. I waited above for about an hour mentally torturing him until he died.

Chapter Nineteen

I traveled back to New York City by flying over Staten Island, and cross the east river back to Brooklyn. I needed to reflect on the whole situation. There was pandemonium everywhere in the streets of New York and the police already identify Christian parker as a primary suspect to the bombing in Los Angeles that killed over 1 million people. I went to my grave in Midwood cemetery in Brooklyn and asked “why am I still here.” How much longer do I have to drift in between the world of the living? I stayed close to my tombstone then grabbed it with both arms. I read the inscription Shakur Zion, February 6, 1965 - May 14, 1992.

Suddenly a portal appeared. It was a lot of light that emitted but when the portal was close it was the grim-reaper that was visible. He appeared in the traditional Black hooded cloak with skeleton hands holding a black cane with a blade that curve. He looked at me with his skeleton face and his black eyes that looked like an abyss and said “Bow down to your master,” I lowered my knee first then my head.

“Restore me to your throne, make me your King of Death” I pleaded as I thought of having unlimited power. “I have done your duty. I deliver you the soul of Harry Vincent. I honored your master in my last life-time.” Bring Back Malik and Alieta, Grim-reaper the bearer of souls,” I said to the Grim-reaper. The Grim-reaper looked at me and said "You have done what you were supposed to do. I know you are deserving of all that you asked, but I can’t bring back Alieta from this quantum universe. As I stated before, she went to Heaven. I would have to scan the quantum universe and find Alieta’s quantum signature then extract her, then I can bring her to you.

In another quantum universe, Alieta made different choices, and did go to hell. But in that universe she didn’t meet you or know of you. You see there are parallel universes beyond this universe. I can give you what you desire. But there is still some bit of good in you, which means you will eventually betray me if I grant you more access to your powers. You have to regain my trust in order to become the king of death and you will do that in the form of a human.” I lifted my head “What do you mean?” I said, but my question was not answered.

The grim-reaper pointed at me. The finger he pointed at me begun to glow brightly. I could feel the energy wave transmit through my form, changing my phase in matter and then I was transformed into flesh. I was changed from a ghost back to a human being as I was originally. I am now the old Shakur Zion. I was pleased to be back in my original form. When I smiled, he sends me 10 years into the future. When I was awake, I was reborn as a baby only 6 pounds 5 ounces.

I was born in a hospital in San Francisco. The Doctor held me in his hands, then gave me to my new mother. My father kissed my fore-head and my new existence began. The year was 2023. My life and Quest re-starts in this physical form of a baby. I was sucker punch meteorically by the grim-reaper.

I have to prove myself to the grim-reaper. I have to wait at least 18 years to make differences, and until then I have to relive a whole childhood all over again with the consciousness and memories of the man I was in my last life-time. When I was that man I made a lot of choices that I regret. I was rich, famous, and wellknown. I had money, power, and respect, but all that didn’t last when I ran into the three officers. My Death was bad, but what I became was worst. I became a ghost that could affect physical matter, read thoughts, control minds, and possess their body.

Although I manage to achieve my revenge, I was downgraded to flesh again. Now I live my new life as another African-American, a new self, a whole new

Identity. Living out my new destiny. My parents named me Jordan Mills in this life time. For the first ten years of my new life, which was my childhood, I was surrounded by love from my new parents being the first born. I was the oldest out of 5 sons. I was treated well. However I was very bitter growing up. I hid that bitterness from my parents because it was not their fault.

My new child-hood was boring to me. I had no freedom. Compared to my previous child-hood as Shakur Zion, my current childhood as Jordan Mills was harsh. My consciousness and memories was not reincarnated. My soul was maintained through the transmutation of matter and time. Ignorance is bliss. That is why I wasn’t bliss. Every adult treated me subservient and stupid. They saw me as a child when I was a King.

They treated me like a student when I was the teacher. They hustle me when I was the Hustler. I am a soul that experienced transmutation. I had to prove myself and I did that in school. I knew everything that was being taught to me. I graduated high school at age ten. I went to college for engineering. At age sixteen I worked for NASA.

At Age eighteen, I was the first black man moon to ever travel to the moon. At home I was being shown love that I didn’t deserve because of my memories as Shakur Zion, the evil within me, and the sins that I have made and will make, is the reason I never accepted the true joy of my parents and my childhood. But I was a good older brother. I use my advance soul to almost be like a second father to my younger brothers.

All my younger brothers respected me because everything I said to them manifested. When I was a teenager I was considered a prodigal son because I had above understanding of time and space and I was the oldest soul metaphysically in the planet. My memories as Shakur Zion include the knowledge of man that the bar test in the top 10 percentile. I existed before and had the advantage of the wisdom that I retained.

As my new name Jordan Mills I preach to my younger brothers that they should live a good-life and good-deeds will take them to heaven. I was saying that because I myself had experience being in hell. I was the proof. So, living in the future was still major adjustment. I still had a thirst for power. From my position, I stood at a disadvantage. The political structures of my society in this future suppress the truth and oppress those willing to question the authority.

Is it better to be feared or to be loved? That is the question. The leader of this poisonous country is loved and feared. People who lie to others have merely hidden away the truth, but people who lie to themselves have forgotten where they put it. That is how I feel being reborn after 40 years.

The year is 2063. My new existence being reborn got me thinking about the old saying “If you know better, you will do better” Well, living in the age where being born into servitude is the norm, and the people are not considered citizens with rights but consumers with choices. Is it all a part of elaborate plan to consider citizens as treasury bonds or as insurances to creditors of this country in which they owe?

So, in this country that was originally called The United States is now called New Babylon and I reside in the city-state of New Judah. In a peninsula located in the mid-western coast surround three quarters by water in this narrow strip of land that connects New Judah to the main land of New Babylon. The weather in New Judah is mild along the coastal land region of a 10mile radius. But as soon as you go beyond the radius, the temperature exceedingly gets dryer, warmer, and susceptible to extreme weather and poisonous radiation levels. This area used to be called San Francisco.

However, after the nuclear bomb in Los Angeles 50 years ago caused by me and my comrade Christian parker, this area is relegated to being the wasteland. Towards the east is where the urbanization leads each and every citizen that believe the way out to freedom has to be earn by working hard to end a debt installed upon us by birth. The injustice of this nightmare started when Abel, Adam and eve son when to the land of the Nod and found a wife.

At that time there was no other human being female other than Eve. The woman Seth found was a fallen angel. Adam and Eve was the first human beings but there were other beings who existed on earth before man-kind. When God cast the angels out of heaven he also casted out a part of his kingdom. When mankind or shall I say Abel mated with the fallen angel the off-springs were genetic mutation of the human genome to a superior race.

In the year one of this 25,000 year cycle, Abraham the first prophet warned his people of their evils and disobedience to the will of the Supreme Being. The people didn’t take heed to his warning and God took his wrath and allowed the devil to reign.

My new name now is Jordan Mills. I'm 6.0 ft. tall, medium build, weighting about 170 pounds and I have an afro I have been rocking for the last couple of months now. I was reborn by the grim-reaper who promised me the position of King of Death, the spirit rank right under the grim-reaper that does the devil bidding. I was selected because the choices that I made in my past life as pharaoh of the Egyptians that brought an empire into the Dark Ages. Now I must re-prove myself to the grim-reaper because the death of my son Malik, according to the grim-reaper is not an illegitimate reason to embrace evil and claim loyalty.

The grim-reaper ordered me to take over the world in my third life-time as a human being. This is my third time being a human being. I died twice. The first time was as a pharaoh, and I died a natural death. The second time was as a drug lord, and three police officers murdered me.

Now, the grim-reaper wants me to be the sole leader of the world and then deliver the death of my enemies in millions. My plans to achieve world domination begin with recruiting an army. I am a drafted soldier in the New Babylon army that is currently against the unification of the Chinese Government, the global terrorist system, North Korea, South Korea, along with mercenary’s army of snipers from 13 unknown countries.

They also control advance military satellites that are capable of taking out planes that move at subsonic speed, and also, the satellites are able to destroy cities with a laser powered by solar energy. So, the advance satellites are the reasons why The New Babylon army is losing the war. New Babylon formerly known as The United States until a war with the Chinese destroyed two thirds of the United States in 2014. Since then, America has not recovered technologically, and the enemy of New Babylon has the technological advantage.

The advance satellite gives the Chinese government the higher ground. As a result of losing the war, New Babylon issued a military draft. I was forced to leave NASA, and become a soldier. The irony of the role reversal is because I was responsible for crippling the American economy that preceded the tipping point of the war between America and the Chinese government in their first war in 2014.

If it wasn’t for me when I was hood ghost and Christian parker causing the nuclear explosion to Los Angeles, America economy would have continued to grow. But the destruction doubles the America debt. From 14.5 trillion to almost owing 34 trillion dollars to the world market. Christian Parker was never found after that and China declared war on the United States soon afterward. The American dollar was no longer accepted. America won that war but the whole east coast to Denver Colorado is destroyed, leaving only a third of the once called United States to being called Babylon.

Now, China wants revenge and the people living in Babylon are walking towards perdition because china has NATO. My orders were to transport to the military base located in southern India, and unite with my military unit that is taking the fight to the front-lines of western china, going north.

Despite my orders my plan is to defect from the Babylonian Army and go back to Africa. As I contemplated my past in my house, I looked at the time and discovered I was running late. I hurried to start my red electric car and drove at a high speed towards the Golden Gate Bridge.

Chapter Twenty

I was about to have dinner with my girlfriend, and tell her everything. I was riding my electric car across the Golden Gate Bridge, riding through the bay fog cruising across the bridge at 50mph and smelling the air above the water was refreshing. It was a beautiful site in the cloudy day of October 12, 2063. I was headed into Oakland, the city where freedom is believed to be located because of the opportunities.

Most of the urbanization and jobs are in this developed city. In 2014, during the war with the Chinese government, San Francisco was bombed heavily. San Francisco never recovered and Oakland became the new Financial Center. In this mega-city of Oakland there are 17 office building that measured 400 feet in the air, almost double the former twin towers.

The sky-line was filled with technology, flying vehicles and robots that perform basic jobs human being used to have such as deliveries services, taxi services, and piloting planes. The temperature today was going to be a balmy 74 degrees in middle October. But since it is before noon, the oceanic climate prevail and it was breezy and cool at 53 degrees.

The sky above Oakland was filled with advance technology but so was the ground. The ground was filled with all the attributes of a future mega city would have. Traffic Congestion, Over-population, Pollution, and thousands of massive Holographic emitters of ments, advertising things that promotes materialism. I entered the beginning of Oakland as I drove through the security toll post.

I was on my holographic phone, the next generation of phones. I was talking to a woman called Faith Lenius. She was my girlfriend. As I was talking to her I was also deg a computer-virus that once can control the Chinese government advance satellite. But without an army, I still can’t win and take over the world.

I watch as Faith Lenius continued to speak with me on the phone, standing behind an orange tree. She was talking about how the last earthquake nearly destroyed her downstairs bathroom. Luckily she said she had another bathroom on the first floor. She then switch the subject to talking about how much she is going to miss me. I looked at the clear sky as the sun shinned and reflected its lights from her face.

She was well aware that I was leaving to India tomorrow, and that if I don’t report for extraction in the morning to leave with my unit then I will be imprisoned for disobeying the mandatory draft by the Babylon government. “I don’t want you to go Jordan, I want you to stay and be with me. I promise you that they won’t find you in my covenant.” I thought about how Faith was right.

She would be able to keep me under the radar because she lived in southern Oakland city. A beautiful area in a beautiful mansion that has many secrets hidden rooms that can conceal me for inspection. I turned the car wheel and pulled into gate. There was a robot in the booth that recognized me. He then pointed at the gate, his finger turned red and the gate open. When I drove my electric car forward I drove towards a house near a lake surrounded by beautiful palm trees. I was still on the phone with faith, she was expecting me to come over. I was driving, listening to her, I was also completing a computer viral program that will give me the key weapon in taking over the world. Faith's father was the military general that controls the communication network of the army.

If I the virus from his personal laptop, I would be good. Luckily he was not in the house. He was currently in India about to deploy to the front-liners in

western China. “Listen, Baby. I am pulling up to the house right now. We can continue our conversation when I see you," I said. Before I finished my sentence, Faith interrupted me and said “Later.”

I got out of the car and placed the computer virus stored in a red CD in my back pocket. I looked up at the sky. I realized the temperature jumped up 10 degrees. It was feeling nicer at 64 degrees. The sun was also starting to prevail over the clouds. I closed the car door and looked at the beautiful house. It had a huge porch that had thick white columns that made the 3 story house look classic.

The house was close to a beautiful lake. As I ire the view, I was interrupted by a robot. “Are you here to see Faith?” The robot asked. I was surprised and I ended up just nodding my head. I turned around and walked with the robot up the stairs to the front door. The robot touched the door and the metal door lifted up. I entered the house. In front of me was a huge spiral staircase with shiny red carpet.

The floors were a grayish marble, and walls were also catering to the eyes. I looked through the window and saw that Faith was in her backyard. She was gardening, one of her many hobbies and talents. I gave her a hug. She looked at me and said “What’s your story? You have a choice to be with me and you are not going to take it?” Faith said.

“The Babylonian Army would eventually find me. They would trace my phone records then target us here. Destroy us and our love. That's why I am not going to include you in my destiny” I said as Jordan Mills butut really was thinking as Shakur Zion. “What do you mean,” Faith said.

She finishes planting the last flower and took off her gardening gloves. We

walked over to the picnic table seats by the pool. Then I sat down and took a deep breath. “My destiny is become the ruler of this planet. We have been dating for about 11 months. You know that I was reborn 5O years ago, but I have memories of my past life. I know what happen to me and I knew it since I was born. I said.

“Are you sure the memories aren't from your subconscious?” Faith said, with her hand on my chin. I looked at her “My name is Shakur Zion not Jordan Mills. I was the hustler that became the biggest lawyer in New York. Before you were born.” Faith put her hand down and said “I Shakur Zion from my law school professor and from stories told by my clients.” Faith was what she considers a street lawyer because most of her clients are alleged killers, dealers, and thieves. She chose ten years ago to leave the big firm in downtown Oakland and represent the inhabitants in Babylon. Formerly known as San Francisco which is a wasteland because of the war in the earlier part of the century.

Babylon holds 3 million people. 90 percent black. “Shakur Zion was a lawyer and a huge drug smuggler. He was killed by the police in the highway. Now you can’t be him because he died over 50 years ago. Are you going crazy? I've known you for 11 months and this is the card you pull on me. The crazy card.” Faith said as she got up. “I am telling you the truth. When have you ever known me to lie to you? I have proven my love for you.

The reason why is because you remind me of what I should have done in my last past life as Shakur Zion. I should have utilize my position within the system to make a differences to the people. By representing them against the struggle,” I said standing up to face her if you are saying that then prove it,” Faith said. “Prove your story.” She said louder.

“I can” I said getting a little off-balance because Faith emotions were changing.

“My success in grade school and with NASA was not due to superior intelligence it was because my soul is older than it appears. My soul has been in existences for multiple life times. My success is also due to the fact that I can read minds, project thoughts and my astral body,” I said to faith.

She smiled then walked toward the house. I followed her. I could tell she wanted to change her clothes. The temperature went from the low 50's to the mid 60's in one hour.” Alright if you don’t believe me let me touch your forehead with my hand. If I don’t make you a believer then you can forget me and never call me again.” She was about to summon her robot but she looked at me and said “Alright. This is your chance” She walked over to me.

I closed my eyes then I touched her forehead. I transferred the experiences of me as Shakur Zion then as a ghost. Faith eyes turned black and demonic for 20 seconds as I transfer the information to her brain. When her eyes turned back to normal she stumbled back “Wow” Faith said. “I got three things to tell you Shakur. First of all, I am not Alieta, I look better.” I laughed. “Secondly, if we do have kids, our son won’t be like Malik, he is going to be a leader from the beginning, and lastly I will let you your virus to my father satellite network only if you let me come with you to Africa.” Faith said.

“Africa is the future,” I said to faith. Africa was my lifetime, and it is the most precious to me. Africa is also one of the places less occupied by Chinese and its ally’s forces. So, it actually is the safest as well,” I said to Faith. The wind was blowing and it was refreshing. I looked up at the sky and said the days when I was a ghost and could fly. I lowered my head and focus on Faith. “Let’s go inside and talk,” I said.

I extended my hand and she held it. We walked towards the door; I tapped the metal plating and the door opened. When we entered I led her to the kitchen.

The wooden floors. About 30 ft. wide and 40 ft. long. The window has a view of the front yard filled with beautiful exotic palm trees. “Listen if you want to go to Africa with me then we have to get married.” I said to Faith. I looked at Faith in the eyes and could see that she ired me more.

“I love you Shakur, because for the last 11 months you were the only man who treated me with decency, respect, and loyalty. You demonstrated your love in so many ways taking me to concerts, hotels, and even to outer space with you for my birthday. But when my mind connected I saw your plans to kill a lot of people, a lot of innocent people.” Faith said.

I waved to Faith’s robot. When the robot came to me I told the robot to go into my truck and get the white circular case. Then I answered Faith’s comment. We are going to make it happen. Leave all that violence to me. I will protect you and bring you a world where I and you will be the only king and queens of a new world in Africa, the motherland.” I said to Faith as she became a little emotional.

“To a certain degree you have the advantage. You can read minds therefore you can manipulate people, even me. How many times did you read my mind during the 11months?” Faith said. The robot re-enter the room with the white circular case from my car. When the robot placed it on the kitchen table I opened the top it was a cake that had a “Will you marry me?” boldly written on it. She smiled. “Faith, I never read your mind because I wanted to grow with you naturally.

When I heard about a sexy lawyer winning class action cases against multi-billion companies I knew you were the queen who I had to be with, so that when this day comes I can say I was always true to you and never violated you.” I said to Faith. I looked at the time it was 12:23 p.m. I thought about tomorrow and how I needed to deploy with my unit by 4 pm.

“Faith will you marry me?” I said going down on one knee and pulling out a ring. She was crying happy tears then finally gave me a hug and a kiss and said “Yes.”

“Show me your father’s computer terminal then pack up your clothes, we getting outta here” I said to Faith. Five minutes later she showed me her father's study. It was an even bigger room, filled with a lot of books and files, everything was very neat and organized. There were about ten bookshelf’s all lined up against each wall. We walked down the room to Faith's father desk. I sat down on the black desk chair and activated the holographic keyboard. I typed the encrypted , took out the red CD from my back pocket. I was about to the viruses program when Faith's robot entered the room.

“I CANNOT ALLOW YOU TO ACCESS GENERAL LENIUS’S COMPUTER SECURITY PROCOTCOL #56. YOUR ACTIONS WILL BE REPORTED,” The robot said. The robot was about 7 feet tall, made out of a shiny metallic alloy. The robot was structured as a human being with five fingers, two hands, two legs, and one hand. He walked slowly towards us. Repeating the first statement.

Faith was over my shoulders and said “Stand down Robot.” When she approach the robot the robot grabbed Faith, she screamed. I put both hands up to signal I was complying. “Let me go. You are not programmed to harm human beings,” Faith said. “Your Father, General Lenius has ed new code to my U in case the enemies of Babylon want to hack his computer,” The robot answered.

I don’t know martial arts but I am good with weapons. I am unarmed and the only weapon I have that I can utilize is will power. Through will power, I overcame fear. I continued to lift both hand up and I got up and walked towards the robot. “I surrender,” I said to the robot. The robot said “Wise choice, when the authorities arrive you and Faith Lenius will be prosecuted fairly” The robot said.

During the whole time the robot was watching me get closer with both arms lifted, faith was using her hand which she freed to try to deactivate the robot. When the robot noticed its control was open it struck Faith with its forearm sending her to the floor stunned and temporally unconscious.

When I tried to drop kick the robot, it grabbed both my feet and threw me out the window. Luckily, I landed in the swimming pool in the back yard. I floated to the top of the pool as noticed the robot was approaching me. I looked at faith that was slowly getting up and yelled “Faith, press enter on the keyboard” She heard what I said and did.

Meanwhile the robot was grabbing me. I looked at Faith as she weakly pressed the holographic keyboard completing the process of my virus to the Satellite network. Finally, I now control 50 satellites. Still in Danger, I tore my shirt off to free myself from the robot grip. The robot retained my shirt and I ran towards the electric car. I got in the car, and watched Faith as she fainted.

I drove around the house one time to build momentum and speed and I collided with the robot in a huge collision with accumulated force. The robot blew up in pieces and my electric car also blew up as well.

Luckily, just before the collision I leaped out of the car. I walked over to Faith and held her. I felt her head that had a bruise. I ran into the house and grabbed some ice and towels. When I came back she was already conscious. I kneeled beside her and said “Here, I got some ice for the bruise.” When I applied the ice to her fore head the same spot the robot stuck her, I thought to myself that I will take over this world, no matter what.

After the medical treatment for Faith, we took her car to downtown Oakland where we got married. I only had 20 hours left before I had to my unit. The plan was to get married again in the continent of Africa. During that time Faith and I drove up to the Forest in the mountains.

We saw a spectacular view of the city of Oakland (year 2063) and one of the world biggest bays. We held hands as we watched the Sunset on the Pacific Ocean. When it got dark we drove to my place. During the ride we connected on a more personal level. Currently she was trying to prosecute the major dealers for a new narcotic drug that floods the streets and communities of Babylon. She is very ionate about this case because the guy is the one who hired hit men to kill her uncle. I was hurt she brought up the subject. I was dissuading her from getting her revenge.

When we got to my place in the wastelands of the once beautiful city of San Francisco now called New Judah. That morning I packed my bags, then I cooked breakfast. When Faith came to the kitchen I was already halfway dressed in my Babylonian Army uniform. The uniform was a camouflage pattern of dark blue, white, and black. When Faith sat down we had a 3 hour conversation in which I explained my plan to her. A few hours later we drove to the airport to say our goodbyes.

Although other couples were crying because they didn’t know whether they was going to see each other again, Faith and I were not crying. We knew we were going to see each other again. When I entered the plane, I pulled out my electric hand held device that monitor where my position was in the world. The plane lifted from the ground and our destination was to India where we was going to the fight to the front-lines in western china.

The plan was to get off the plane when the plane is above Ethiopia, then catch up with Faith who will already be waiting for me. I looked at my handheld device. The computer screen displayed I was over the Egypt descending south to over

the country Ethiopia. I got out my seat and acted like I was going to use the bathroom. When I looked both ways I noticed no flight attendant was looking. I took the plane elevator to the lowest level on the plane. I opened the handheld device then realize I had a few minutes before I clear the air space I am dropping to.

I put on a parachute that was by the emergency lifeboat. I looked around quick then I quickly strapped the parachute straps on tight then pulled out my pen that was really a Laser. I was able to get it through the security in the airport because the laser pen is made out of 95% plastic. I cut through the metal. By the time I was done cutting through the metal the laser pen batteries became weak and the plastic around the laser melted. It became hot so I threw it away.

Finally, I kicked the square metal cutting. Instantly the air pressure changed and the opening sucked me off the plane as I skydive thousands of feet in the air successfully defecting from the Babylonian Army. When I landed on the dry desert rolling land of east Ethiopia. I was amaze at the endless scenic view of the motherland.

I pulled the parachutes sheets over my head and viewed the grassy plateaus and the sun that was rising. The landscape consists of mountains to the far north. A mountain that reached over 15,000 feet, and to my south was lake called Tana. The view of the hills and valleys seem endless.

I have never been to a place like this before in my life. As I got up I headed south towards the Lake. I used my hand held GPS as navigation to locate the city that I want to travel to and that is Gondar. Gondar is where Faith waits for me. I was close to the heart of Ethiopia as the dry heat reminded me of the climate in

Las Vegas. Walking through the heat I thought of the decision I made and wonder the consequences behind it. It would not take long for the Babylonian army to find out that I am missing.

I entered a lake region, the grass around the lake were about 5 feet and the ground was muddy. It was difficult walking through the grass as I got closer to the water. When I cleared from the dense grass that surrounded the lake I saw a Black Jaguar that was drinking the lake water. Then the Jaguar stopped and stared at me. I froze as the Jaguar growled and positioned itself up right and towards me. I slowly stepped back but fell when I tripped over the parachute straps and fell down.

The Jaguar growled again revealing its long sharp carnivorous teeth. As I laid on the muddy floor I dug deep in my soul because fear was growing inside me. My telepathy then analyzes the predator that approached me. I sensed a dual personality. I first sensed a beast that haven’t eaten in 2 weeks. And then I sensed it was the grim-reaper. I haven’t seen him in over 50 years.

The Grim-reaper spoke to me telepathically in the vessel of the black jaguar. The wind blew and the lake was so clear you could see your reflection. “Shakur Zion the path you have before you is going to be a difficult task. There is a vast variety of people that live in this country. The Amhara, who speak a semitic language, they live in the central part of Ethiopia. In the north, the tiger reside. They also speak the semitic language, and are closely related to Amhara. The other two parts of the country speak a hamitic language.” The grim-reaper said to me in the form of a Jaguar.

Internally I agreed with the grim-reaper, but I'm on my level, I have a plan. The last person to bring a huge change to this region was Haile Selassie. He forced Italy in 1947 to recognize Ethiopia’s independence and according to tradition he was believed to have the blood line of King Solomon and Queen Sheba. But that was over a hundred years ago. Now in the year 2063, things haven’t changed just

the players in the game. I plan to take over Ethiopia from its current leader by aligning myself with the Somalians located in the south west part of the country. After that my army for civil war in Ethiopia would be complete.

After taking over Ethiopia with my army consisting of Somalia’s, I will take over Africa and the world with the satellites that I control. The grim-reaper read my mind. Then he said to me in the body of the jaguar still staring at me. “If you fail, your soul will go straight to hell and there will be no special assignment for you, only just eternal pain and suffering.” From that point on, the grimreaper became my enemy and in a blink of an eye the grim-reaper disappeared. I got up from the muddy ground, collected water from the lake in my metal canteen, cut the parachutes straps then exited the lake region ing through the dense tall grass that surrounded the lake. When I cleared the lake region I was standing at the bottom of the hill where six men all stood in a horizontal line along the top of the hill waited for me on the top of the hill.

Chapter Twenty-One

Three out of the six men descended down the sandy hill with attitudes on their face. They all were muscular, dark, and skinny, with shredded clothes discolored from dirt and sand. I took a couple of steps back then I braced forward and sucker punch the lead man that was coming forth. He fell to the ground holding his bleeding mouth. The next one came forward closer and swung wildly but I dug and counter punched him in the rib cage. I tried to nail him with another punch that would’ve knocked him out but the third man grabbed my head in a headlock from behind.

Instantly I felt dizzy as I could feel punches to my chest. With the strength from my adrenaline I dropped kick the man punching my chest and force my weight to land on top of the guy who had me in a headlock. As I tried to get up I got kicked in the face by the one I punched in the mouth. The impact to my face by his foot cause by neck spine to shift it was painful. He lifted his foot again to kick me but I caught his foot and with all my might I turned his ankle around breaking it. I slowly got up but once again I braced myself as there was two left standing both eager to fuck me up. I picked up a rock and threw it directly at the head of one of them. I thought to myself “lucky shot.” He fell down as the impact from the rock was so hard it left him unconscious. “Alright let's go.” I said.

He pulled out a knife and thrust the knife towards me but I grabbed his wrist. My hands reflexes were superior. I lift my elbow and broke his arm. He fell to the ground, holding his arm and yelling in pain. I looked up at the final three men on the hill. They looked at me with larcenous eyes. I could tell they were thieves.

They descended down the dry dusty hill. As they did a duck cloud formed around them because the wind blew. The visibility was bad. I used my telepathy to read the mind of anyone that was close to me. I detected a guy behind me. With all my might I swung and laid a powerful punch that knocked out the guy sneaking up behind me. After that I ran towards the lake. I was thinking the tall grass that surrounds the lake can provide good screening to take out the last two guys that is trying to kill me.

I ran towards the tree surrounded by the dense patches of tall grass, I ducked down, and focused my mind reading the minds of the two gentlemen that is trying to kill me. I sensed the feeling of Hunger and anger. They worked for a man named Apeer. He controlled half of Ethiopia. They were ordered to patrol this area and they saw me parachute down from the sky.

I sensed the area for the black panther and located it not far. I mentally communicated to the Black Panther that two me n could provide a good meal if the panther return. Within minutes the Black Panther came and devours the last two men trying to kill me that worked for a man named Apeer. I ran up the hill towards the sun and headed north to Gondar. When I got to the city, the time was 4:45 AM.

I changed my clothing and stashed my book bag in the back of the car that I stole. I drove back to the owner’s house and waited for him to come out, when he did I grab my temple on both sides and focused my telepathy. He was yelling in a semitic language that is foreign to me but I translated it by reading his mind he said “What happened to my car?” I crashed his memory and erased it. I ran back towards the car as the car owner went back to the house thinking that his car was still outside.

I drove to a hotel in downtown Gondar. I checked into hotel named castle where Faith was waiting for me. She was watching a holographic projection of the media showing the status of the Babylonian army losing the western front in western china and their bases in India being destroyed by Chinese submarines. I was exhausted when I walked into the room but I was a bit relieved to hear the news and to see Faith safe, beautiful, and happy.

Faith ran towards me and gave me a huge hug. “It wasn’t easy but I got here in one piece.” I said. “I know,” Faith replied Listen to me. I hate the fact that your life is in constant danger. I hate never knowing if you're ever coming back.” Then she looked at me and realized I was badly beaten. Tears almost formed in her eyes. “I understand why you do it and I will try to honestly try to accept it. And I love you enough to try even harder.” She continued.

I came closer to Faith to give her a kiss “Shhh,” don’t say another word.” Deep down I felt I hit the Jackpot. Faith and I had a long reunion the rest of the day we stayed together eating, having sex, and sleeping. That morning while we laid together. Faith asked me to explain the plan. I was barely awake. But I answered “First we have to control Ethiopia by aligning ourselves with the poor in this country and unifying them. While I was fighting the men that attacked me when I parachuted down.

I read their minds. They worked for a man name Apeer. He is the guy in charge of the underworld. Once I dethrone him, I will promise those that wish to follow me a new Africa. Ethiopia will be mine in about a week. But unifying and building Africa will be complex,” I said to Faith. She looked at me and kissed my neck then fell back to sleep. A couple of minutes later I fell asleep as well. We both woke up around 3 o clock. Got dressed and left the hotel.

The plan was to discretely walk around gather information about the culture and customs. At about nine o clock we came back to the hotel tired. When we arrived Faith took a shower and fell asleep. The door bell rung. When I went to see who it was through a money, I realized it was the delivery man. I opened the door. He had three large boxes on a trolley. “Thank you sir,” I said in Hebrew.

I signed the paper given to me, gave him a nice tip, and then closed my door. I carried the boxes one by one to the living room in the Hotel located in 67 floor. A beautiful high-rise hotel in the city of Gondar, Ethiopia. The night was tropical in the month of October. But a bad drought was encoming the area due to the spread of the Sahara Desert.

I systemically opened the boxes and saw my technology, my parts to my computer lab. I am an astronaut, soldier, lawyer, hustler, and a telepath. For the next 4 hours I rebuild my computer lab. I hacked into The Babylonians experimental satellites and finally enter my .

The holographic screen confirmed my and the Satellites equip with Laser weapons that can destroy cities was mine. The next day I went to the local gathering place inside a tavern. I party a little bit, drunk little beer, then I pressed the button that stopped the music. Everybody looked at me. “I am the archangel sent by God. I promise you salvation from the war between Babylon and China. Both republics are on a quest for world domination.

In the past Ethiopia has been invaded by Italy and Great Britain. Our land is strategically in the path of the Mediterranean. The new Oil reserve discovered in Nigeria is going to make this continent the most important occupation Africa needs to become one and become the most powerful one republic.” I said. After that, half of the crowd laughed at me while the other half yelled out put the music back on.

I telepathically communicated with Faith to shoot the music projector on the ceiling with the laser beam satellite. Once I demonstrated my control of the deadliest technology invented I said "That is just the least of what I can do. Gondor will become the capital of new Africa.”

Couple of weeks later, Ethiopia became Utopia and Africa became the motherland. The whole continent became one and most importantly I now had an army to take over the World. Apeer, the former leader of the underworld became my general because he chose to step down peacefully. He gave me the initial after that I stayed with the same blue-print, I demonstrated my might with the satellite laser and also use my telepathy to understand the people before me to attract millions of Africans to my philosophical concept.

By means of no violence was anyone recruited into my army. Faith was by my side now more often after I build a telepathic interface with the satellites. Now I can control the fifty advance satellites with my mind. Meanwhile without the satellite, China was slowly losing the world to Babylon.

Two months later, December 13, 2063 china lost the war. Babylon at that time started to occupy china. I Shakur Zion re-issued a pan African movement. Open my borders to anyone that had an African Descent. Babylon did not like that. They greatly opposed my campaign. But the rebuilding of Africa had already begun.

There were 52 federates. With 52 elected official. I was the emperor. Each official manage their own state, however they must also answer and comply with me because I control the military. February 5, 2064 Babylon tested my might by halting 5 ships carrying 6,000 people of African descent heading to Utopia. That triggered a brief war between Utopia and Babylon. I used the advance satellites to cripple Babylon’s defense. On February 19, 2063 one summer night in my Ethiopian palace. I decided to

conquer Babylon. Faith walked into my terrace .The wind blew. There is no ceiling just the view of sky. The floor and walls were made of red marble mixed with the color white. As the elevator door opened Faith entered the room where I was seating down on my desk monitoring the war through my holographic screen. “I was close to conquering the war” I yelled to her with a smiled. She smiled back and sat down beside me.

“I wanted to talk to you about something very special,” Faith said to me. I focused my attention on her and turned off my holographic projector. Faith always had my attention. “What is it baby?” I said softly. “I am pregnant,” Faith said. I suddenly thought about Malik. “This is another opportunity” I thought to myself. I felt joy. I felt lucky. I felt justified. I visualize myself as a 40 year old man who will never see my child grow old.

Faith is 30 years old and healthy. Nine months later, September 7, 2064 I had a son. Faith and I named him Solomon. I was feeling on top of the world and I literally was. I was on the highest platform in the world in a ship that was flying in the lower orbits of earth. I was working on a solar that would convert the sun-rays to pure electric energy and send it to utopia. Faith was with Solomon teaching him the alphabets.

A solar wind hit the ship. I fell off-balance and hit my head against the steel walls of the ships. When I woke up, I saw the Grim-reaper. He stared at me with cold eyes, as if he could sense my feeling towards him for recycling me into this existence of the physical world. For re-living another life-time. I did not want to be alive. I wanted to remain a spirit. That changed when Solomon was born.

As I thought about several things lingering in my mind, the Grim-reaper ed through the computer console then hovered his body over me. The grim-reaper lifted his hand as if he was controlling his movement and then lowered standing

in front of me. The grim-reaper black cloaked surrounded me like it was made of black liquid then engulfed me. It was as if the grim-reaper was taking me somewhere, but he wasn’t.

Faith came into the room with Solomon in her arms. Shakur" she yelled. “Shakur where are you,” Faith said concerned. She was unable to see me inside the cloak of the grim-reaper. Solomon was crying and I was getting mad. The grim-reaper spoke to me in the deepest voice that sounded like someone in pain. "You Shakur Zion have impressed me. You have duplicated your destiny in the past life. Your first life-time, your name was Nimrod and your father is Cush. You were not only a warrior but a spiritual warrior as well.

You attributed your success to God and you protected man-kind from the wild beasts. Now, I am here to warn you of a danger that will threaten the existence of mankind. “The Machine” Grim reaper said slowly. “The machines will rise above humans and destroy everything that is not machine. You are the only person that can save the world. In your quest to change the paradigm making blacks over whites you will see the value of balance.

The grim-reaper then laughed and disappeared. Solomon stopped crying and Faith saw me. As if I reappeared out of thin air but really I was engulfed in the grim-reaper cloak displaced out of time and space. I gave them a hug because I was so glad to be able to touch them. A few minutes later I navigated the space shuttle to Ethiopia, the heart of Utopia.

From that point on for the next six years I focused on raising Solomon. Solomon was very inquisitive. So, I provided the Knowledge. Faith became the main driver in the reconstruction of Africa to a first world nation. I got very close to my son. Faith my queen builds the best intercontinental transportation system in the world. The trains were powered by the resonating energy from a huge diamond that was being hit by a Laser.

The resonating energy is amplified by the diamond and distributed throughout Utopia. Faith was also responsible for restoration of the Sahara. She basically build artificial river channeling sea water towards the Sahara then converting the Sea water into fresh water to use for irrigation and the replanting of millions of trees.

It was July 18, 2069, I was commanding a submarine that was headed to Ushuaia, South America located at the most southern tip of South America. The mission was to investigate the unusual missing research ship that had 178 Utopian Ian citizens. I did not know what to expect. My right hand man Apeer was navigating the submarine. We slowed down speed as we enter the tip of Southern tip. We followed the missing ship beacon to this point.

Off the coast of Uruguay, when my unit exited the submarine and landed on the beach that is when I got a call from Faith saying that Solomon got some bad headaches and that they were going to take him to the hospital. I was told by her through the holographic emitter from a device on my left arm wrist.

The rocky sandy coast were hugged my mountains that eclipsed the background. The shadows dissipated and the strips on the sand looked as if dozens of people was being pulled or dragged. My unit is a group consisting of 12 of my most loyal men. Traditionally a leader is not supposed to travel with his soldiers but when I heard that Faith's uncle was one of the engers missing on board of the missing ship I had to do something to help her and make her feel better because I love her so much.

My military unit followed the trail that led us to blood stains on the ground until we discovered it was a trail. We followed the bloody trail across a small dry plain that led us to a thick jungle that became the incline of a hill. We traveled up the hill still following the bloody trail. The hills became mountains and the

mountains became a cave, we were tired at this point, so we decided to take a break.

We were 8.2 miles from the rocky coast where we have our submarine. As we entered the opening of a cave following the bloody trail, I kept my hand on the trigger. I perceived a bad odor coming from inside the cave. It was the smell of dead bodies. I focused my mind. I summoned my telepathy and widen the range of my ability. Physically I was with my unit at the opening of the cave but mentally I was entering the cave through my mind. I followed a weak thought that transcended time and space. It pulsated weakly and I followed it. It emitted the brainwave wavelength of pain as I traveled the cave through my mind, I capture the unspeakable. I saw human beings being transformed into cyborgs.

The transformation was before my mental eyes. The grim reaper was right. Machines are preparing to attack humanity. There were rows of dozens of men and women trapped on a metal examination table. While machines were implanting metallic liquid into the people. After about 2 seconds of pain and agony the people were created into mindless autonomous. Their skin became metal and their eyes became antennas.

I watched as all the Utopian Ian Citizens all 168 are converted helpless. I watched as they all stood in a formation headed towards the opening of the cave, towards my people. My unit. With a recoil action I retracted my mental connection and reconnected my mind body and soul. I was now back as Shakur Zion after being in my astral plane form where my mind can exit the quantum barriers.

When I surveyed the area, my unit was in the process of resting. I looked around hard for something to help me get all their attention at once. I recovered my laser rifle and fired 4 shots into the sky. All of my troops looked at me. “Listen my

loyalist. We all have to get out of here right now, and return back to the submarine. No questions asked.” They looked backed at me with dision but they all complied.

“It would take 20mins to get to the shore. Let’s move.” I signal Apeer to lead and I would watch their back. My entire unit got their belongings together and we started to exit the opening of the cave. I gathered some grenades. I was the last to leave the area, so I threw the grenades, landing on the top of the opening of the cave. When the grenade exploded, it caused the opening of the cave to cave in. When we got to the submarine I plotted a course to Gondar, and then that’s when the mutiny began. My loyalist did not trust my explanation when we headed back to the motherland without even seeing the enemy. It brought about anger and tension. Apeer was the main person who I sensed that wanted to see me decline.

He recruited 75 percent of the ship. It kind of caught me by surprise but that’s when I realize your friends can become your enemy. So, I allowed Apeer to take over the submarine without no resistances. Half way to the motherland crossing the Atlantic ocean in the deep sea, I was about to communicate with Faith but I was distracted by a hard knock on the door. I surrendered. I was placed in a holding cell.

While being in the cell I thought about Solomon’s health status and Faith. I was shocked I was allowed to even live. Finally, we landed in the red sea off the coast of Ethiopia and my now ex crew witnessed the new enemy, the machine. WW5 has begun. I said to my former crew as they stood in amazement of the cyborgs marching towards the country from the north and the east. I sneaked past them since they were distracted by the machines approaching them. I traveled to the hospital, took Faith and Solomon, and evaded the attack of the machines by taking the underground tunnel beneath the city. We took a space shuttle to asteroids between earth and the moon.

Chapter Twenty-Two

The asteroid we landed on was about the size of Brooklyn. It was far from smooth. It had great mountains analogues to MT Everett at 15,000 across 80 percent of the surface. Within these mountains we landed in a deep valley that provided shelter from the sun lethal rays in space for not having an ozone to filter it. I turned back and said to Faith. “We are here.” She unstrapped Solomon as the space shuttle door opened.

When the grim-reaper warned me a year ago about the conflict I created my number one contingency plan, which was to leave mother earth. Temporarily settle on the moon and return back with answer or cure. In that process of finding a settlement location on the moon, I controlled the satellites from my home in the virtual chamber, a chamber where light can be manipulated to send information.

I stood in the center of the chamber where a beam of blue light encomed me. As I controlled the satellite coming back to earth I accidently bumped into an asteroid trapped within earth outer gravitational band field.

The valley floor was seven miles deep. It was always dark. We wore space suits exiting the space shuttle hanger Solomon was in a transparent Hub. “So how long can this base sustain us,” Faith said. “Up to two years," I replied. When we got to the base, I pressed a button that opens the sub-terrain hanger. I navigated the small nuclear power space shuttle to land as the hanger doors from above closed. We exited the space shuttle, and made ourselves at home.

For the next couple of months inside the asteroid I worked diligently to produce

computer viruses that will infiltrate and destroy the computer empire. While the computer enslaved the whole human population I was approaching a deep depression. My depression stems from having everything then with a blink of an eye everything was taken from me. My marriage with Faith was also shaky. I spend long hours, sometimes days in the lab as she raised our son Solomon and tried to maintain a piece of normalcy in his childhood.

One day, I was working on a huge transmitter which was the final piece to my plan to take back earth. Inside my astronaut suit the view of the cosmos was heavenly. It brought back memories of when I was ghost and had the ability to travel to anywhere at any time. As I worked on the huge transmitter, Faith ed me through our video uplink. “Shakur” Faith said softly.

“Our marriage is not working out. Since we have been on this asteroid, you have neglected us. I know you are working on a solution to take back earth but what ? What about me? What about your son Solomon who barely know his father?” Faith said softly. “I haven't been the best husband, I know I haven’t. But if I give up now, Faith I don’t think I will ever be at peace.

The grim-reaper told me about this war therefore I must be the only person that can do something about it,” I said to Faith. Faith couldn’t reply because the video uplink stopped. I was surprised. I stopped working on the huge transmitter out of concern. It is unlike Faith to just cut the conversation off. Something is wrong, I thought. I climbed down the huge transmitter ignoring the view of the cosmos. I tried to reestablish communication again with Faith but Faith didn’t pick. When I entered through the space base door, I raced to the control room and found Faith and Solomon unconscious while the grim-reaper summons a vortex. “What are you doing? Where are you taking them?” I yelled to the grimreaper.

“Shakur Zion” the grim-reaper replied in his dark voice. “There is something I have to tell you. First of all, I am really an arc-angel sent by God to watch over

you. It was prophesized that you are the omega, the last human being to live. I am taking your wife and Solomon your son to heaven where they belong.” The arc-angel said to me in glowing white eyes. “Why did you portray yourself as the grim-reaper? Why did you lie to me? Why can’t I leave with them and go to heaven as well?” I asked, moving closer to the vortex.

The arch-angel signals his hand as if he wanted me to stop moving closer to him. I stopped hoping the answer to the question is yes. “You were just a pawn, a part of larger plan to extinguish the existing evil in man-kind. The existing evil is you. Mankind is extinct now because peace and love for humanity never outweighed the lust for power. God ordered me to use you to restore the paradigm to its original form. When that is done, there will be no more because humanity is doom to repeat the unrighteousness,” The arc-angel said, disappearing with my wife and son.

I was the only person left in the room. The only human being left in this solar system. I got on my knees and prayed to God to forgive me for all the sins that I committed. Tears rolled down my eyes as I closed my eyes into the darkness abyss.

THE END.

Book Descriptions

This is book is about revenge, love, and unity. When a man gets killed by 3 police officers he takes matters into his own hands when his soul does not die. Was his murder apart of a larger plan? Find out where his revenge leads in this supernatural urban fictional novel.

About the Author

Born and Raised in Brooklyn. I was predominantly raised in Crown Heights. My father was born in Ivory Coast, Africa. My mother was born in Brooklyn. My Fraternal twin brother was my first partner into the world of imagination. We both pretended to be superheros and visualize the same thing. The next vehicle for my imagination was digesting any movies or shows that had to do with science fiction. This included shows like Star trek, Star Wars, and Comics books. I growing up collecting alot of comic books. Sometimes I never actually read any pages I just studied the drawings. Then it dawned on me why isn't there more black characters. Why isn't there more black heroes? The next Vehicle that help inspire and cultivate my imagination was my mother. In this multi cultural diverse world my mother had a keen intuition to study black history and travel to Africa. The seed for my pride for my culture and people definitely started with my mother. Growing up and self educating myself with our history, also instill alot of pride in me. Listening to music and writing a Journal also helped but the Final Straw was watching so many un armed black people get gunned down by police. It wasn't fair to see these action without any consequences, so then my imagination told me to write. So thats basically how my ion for writing began.