The Men with Blue Eyes Returns!

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Some time ago I started a short story on this blog called The Men with Blue Eyes and I have decided to finish the story in my email list. The story is a short Sci-Fi Fantasy loosely based on another book of mine. It is about a group of angels called The Watchers who come to Earth to possess the bodies of men. Tina, a young attorney, claims her nephew was abducted by one of the blue-eyed men two years ago and that they are the cause of his murder. After seeing a therapist and taking medication, Tina has since lived a normal life. But when she spots an unidentified man at a local club and members of Tina’s former case come up missing, it forces her to revisit the traumatic life she had hoped to leave behind.

I hope to continue on with the story but have decided not to finish it on this blog but to finish it in my email list. If you like it, I may decide to turn it into something more but we won’t discuss that right now. Right now I am just writing it for fun. Let’s not cloud it with the talk of work lol.

If you are interested in reading more of this story, you may subscribe to my email list HERE to see what happens next! I will begin feeding the first few chapters next month. BUT if you subscribe now I’ll send you the first 4 chapters, revised and updated!

Writer’s Wednesday – The Men with Blue Eyes Chapter 5

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Chapter 5 – Angel of Vision

Byron watched as the woman’s booty swayed from side to side underneath the silk blue skirt as she walked into the kitchen. Baby girl was all body. He cleared his throat.

“So, like I said, it’s a fairly smooth process”, he yelled into the kitchen. “You let me know what package most interests you and it’s pretty straightforward from there.”

The woman returned with a large pitcher of tea and a glass. Byron wondered how she could hold both with one hand. Damn she strong.

The woman smiled, handing him the glass and holding the pitcher with both hands as she poured the sweet liquid. Her breasts dangled in front of her guest. “Wow, that easy huh?” she said licking her lips and smiling.

Byron watched the show. He wasn’t much of a breast man. They weren’t as much fun as booty and thighs. Titties for babies, he’ll tell his friends. But he damn sure wasn’t complaining. He watched them jiggle when she sat down as he gulped his drink.

“Yes, ma’am. You choose a plan and sign the paperwork and we are good to go.”

The blue-eyed woman moved closer, staring into his eyes. Her hips practically touching his.

“No, please. Call me Pas. Ma’am makes me feel old.” She laughed and watched the red spots on the internal screen of her eyes as Byron’s temperature rose. He loosened his tie and cleared his throat, pretending to focus on the paperwork scattered on the table.

“So, like I said, we have three options for you to choose from.”

Pas smiled and continued to stare.

“STOP.”

Startled, the woman turned in the direction of the voice and back to Byron. His mouth hung open and his body was stiff. She turned back to the man who spoke, her eyes flames of fire, her teeth gritted.

“You froze him?”

“He’ll snap out of it in a second. Won’t remember a thing. I need to talk to you.”

The woman sighed. She hated when they froze time. She folded her arms. “What are you doing here Az? This isn’t exactly your jurisdiction.”

“Pas, you don’t need to do this. Let him go. He’s a good man.”

Pas stood and approached her enemy, “Good and man is an oxymoron. I know how badly you want to be one of them. Are you a good man Az?”

“Stop playing games. I have orders from the master. You can’t touch him.”

Pas circled the archangel “See Az, that’s the difference between you and me. You are a sheep, blindly following his master”, she laughed, walking back to the sofa and waved her hand in the face of the stiff man before her. “I mean, they’re so weak. I tell you what. You can have him if I can have her.”

“That’s not how this works. You know that.”

“Oh”, Pas bit her lip in a fake pout, “that sucks.”

“I am not playing games with you Paschar. Stop digging or I disintegrate you.”

“Oooh. Ouch. Pulling out the big guns huh? I can do stuff too you know.”

Az spoke with his hands, “This isn’t a competition. These are people’s lives at stake here.”

“Exactly. People. Ungrateful, weak-minded human beings who care about nothing but themselves, their fancy cars and worthless money. They can’t even breathe on their own let alone ‘control their own destiny.’ Bunch of weak minded fools are what they are.”

“You stop digging and I bring you, Tina. That’s the deal.”

Pas tapped her feet against the carpeted floor, “Hmmm. That may work. Fine. You got forty-eight hours.”

Az frowned, “What?”

“You have forty-eight hours to bring me the girl.”

“That’s not a lot of time.”

“It’s an eternity”, said Pas, “two thousand years to be exact.”

Az rolled his eyes, “As if our time is the same as theirs.”

Pas pointed to Bryon in a fury, “Forty-eight hours or the deal is off and I snatch this creatures’ soul right off his bones! Four. Eight.”

Az jaw tightened and his fingers curled into tight fists, “Fine”, he said before snapping his fingers and vanishing. Byron shook his head and continued as if he’d never stopped talking.

“It says here that the…”

“I change my mind”, said Pas walking to the door.

Byron noticed the woman was breathing heavy. I could have sworn she was sitting right next to me, he thought.“ Are you OK, is everything alright?” He was sure he would get this contract. And a little something extra. “What are you talking about?”

“I don’t want your damn insurance. Beat it.”

***

“OK sweetie but you’re going to have to let the woman do her job,” said Tina into the receiver as she got into the car. She settled in, sliding on her seat belt. “I don’t care…” her body froze as she put the key in the ignition. Az held up a hand.

“It’s me.”

“Niyah, lemme call you back.” Tina  tossed the cell and reached for the pills. “I know who you are. The question is why the hell are you in my back seat? Did anyone see…”

“You’re the only one who can see me. We’ve been over this and put down the pills.”

Tina threw the bottle into the passenger’s seat next to the hot bottled water. “Fine. I’ll entertain this. What do you want?”

Az handed her a black folder, “Her name’s Paschar, angel of vision. She’s a nasty entity who sucks the souls of men right out of them using nothing but her eyes.”

Tina stared back at the photo of the woman with the dark chocolate skin, thick curly hair, and round face, “Wow. She’s beautiful.”

“Exactly the problem”, said Az shaking his head, “she kills more men than anyone of her kind. She’s high up there. But I made a deal.”

Tina looked at him through her rear view mirror, “What kind of deal?”

“She’ll leave Byron alone if she can have you.”

“What? Me? Are you selling me out? What the hell Az!”

“I am not selling you out, whatever that means. I think we should take the deal.”

Tina started the ignition “You might as well vanish or do whatever it is you do cause that ain’t happening. And what’s this we shit? Was I up in there with you when you sold my soul to the devil?”

“Tina, you have to trust me. I have a plan.”

“A plan? You want me to let some angel chick suck my soul and all you got to say is you got a plan?” Tina stepped on the gas and began to drive off. “Please leave.”

“Paschar can’t be trusted. She’s gonna cross me and when she does, I’ll be ready for her. She has a weakness. Every Watcher angel does. But I’m gonna need your help.”

Tina sighed and grabbed the bottle of pills and the bottled water.

“Tina, wait…”

Tina held the bottle to her lips with a tease, “Yes?”

“Children. Paschar’s weakness is childr….”

Tina popped the pills and gulped down the water, barely listening to Az’s last words as  he vanished from the back seat. It was her first mistake.

***

Byron stood, dumbfounded at the woman’s sudden change of mind. Embarrassed, he gathered his papers and put them into his file folder.

“On second thought”, said Pas, her blue glassy eyes shining bright, “stay.”

Writers Wednesday – Chapter 2: The Men with Blue Eyes

Chapter 2 – Missing

Did you miss Chapter One? Start Here!


“Ronnie, no!”

Tina shot up, swung her legs off the bed and snatched her robe from the hook on the door. Pulling it tighter around her body she was in Janiyah’s room in an instant and rocking the seventeen-year-old in her arms. There was no explanation needed and no sound escaped either of the women’s mouths except the whispered shooing coming from Tina. She rocked and rubbed the young woman’s head with her eyes closed. This had become her routine. Running into Janiyah’s room in the early mornings, holding her through the nightmares she didn’t think would have lasted this long. She also worried she could not sympathize with her sister’s daughter as intimately as she wanted. After all, she wasn’t there but Niyah was. To lose your baby brother in such a violent way was one thing. To witness his murder was another thing. And then, there was the other thing.

Tina’s cell vibrated in the other room, the loud hum calling out to her. Peering down at her exhausted teenager, she removed her arms and let the girl’s drowsy body fall back into the sheets and covering her, Tina tippy toed out the room.

“Hmm.” She looked down at the tiny screen and plopped down on the bed. That was odd. What was the office doing calling her so early? She looked toward the window. The sky was still dark, the sun not yet peeking through. She still couldn’t believe the city settled and despite four people living here, the house was still too big, though no amount of money could bring her nephew back. She threw herself back into the bed and called the number back.

“You better have a good reason for calling me so early in the morning,” she laughed, pausing as the person on the other end spoke.

“What?” Tina’s smile faded and she shot back up in the bed.

“Everyone? How is that even possible?”

Balancing the cell between her ear and shoulder, she slipped on a pair of jogging pants. Trying to do the same with a blouse was not going to work.

“Hold on a minute…” Placing the phone on the bed she slipped on her shirt and decided it was best to put the phone on speaker.

“The phones are blowing up over here. Officer Parks said she started getting them as early as last night,” said the caller.

“Calls? What calls? I thought I told you to hold…”, she said before almost slipping on a sock. She picked it up and put it on. Now if she could just find the other one. Tina wasn’t the organized type at home. What she could do in the courtroom somehow did not manifest in her private life. It was one of the worries she had about being a mom. Lawyers didn’t exactly have a lot of time on their hands. She found herself hiring a Nanny against her better judgment to help maintain that balance. She had little time for laundry and housework and now that Janiyah had her license she could pick up her brother and sister from school. She did make it a point to be back in time to make dinner and spend time with the kids. It made her feel motherly like she was upholding her end of the bargain. Ms. Alice was not allowed to cook for her family except on occasion and during emergencies. This was one of them.

“All I know is you better get your butt down here asap.”

“I’m on my way,” said Tina looking under the bed, “Where in the world is that other sock?”

“Yea, I know what that means. I’ll give you an hour,” said the caller.

“Freddy, chill. I said I’m on my way.”

“Your on-the-way has a different meaning from everyone elses. Yours means two hours from now”, chuckled Freddy.

Tina rolled her eyes and hung up on her partner.

“Kayla! Michael!” she yelled, grabbing the toiletries bag on her way out the door. She’d only have time to jump in and out the shower.

She bypassed Janiyah’s room and climbed the stairs where a giant blue M hung against a door. She banged.

“Michael!”

She turned around and ran down the short hall where a giant pink K hung, she banged, “Kayla!”

Running back downstairs Tina revisited the slightly open door from earlier and peered in, “Niyah, ya’ll come on. I need ya’ll to get up.”

The young woman stirred and slowly sat up, a black night scarf covering her head. Her elegantly arched eyebrows shot up, “What time is it?”

Tina smirked. She didn’t know how she did it, but Janiyah managed to be cute at every occasion, even after waking up. The nose ring she begged Tina for didn’t look bad against her golden-brown skin. Janiyah scratched at her nose as if reading Tina’s thoughts and as she could have guessed, her nails were freshly done.

“I need you to call Ms. Alice, tell her I need her to come in early. Like, right now.”

“OK.” Janiyah patted her head and then laughed, “Where’s your other sock?”

Tina cut her eyes and smirked as she turned away from the room to head back across the hall.

“Mike, KK. Up. Now!”

As she prepared the shower her mind flooded with Freddy’s urgent message.

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Everyone involved in the Ja’mella case were missing. The men accused of the rape, their girlfriends, the police officers, the journalist who wrote about it, even the detectives who investigated the case. Gone. “How was that possible?” Tina pondered as the shower poured its steaming hot blessings over her body. It didn’t make sense. The black men accused of raping Ja’mella Jones, a famous hair stylist on Chicago’s West Side, had been found innocent after the woman admitted she made it all up. Ja’mella even opened her store back up last year. From every angle, it just didn’t add up. At least physically it didn’t.

Tina stopped moving, letting the water drench her skin. How could she have forgotten the most important piece of the puzzle? Her nephew Ronnie.

She tried to tell him about these streets and his loyalty to Big Sam ultimately cost him his life. THEY had killed him. Is that why the city had settled? Who would want to admit that Ronnie’s death was not by the hands of men but…

Tina shook her head. It’s these kinds of thoughts that got her in trouble in the first place. Still, she couldn’t shake the truth and her skin shivered from something more than the cooling water. Her skin had also started to wrinkle. Her “quick” shower had lasted longer than she wanted it too.

Tina pulled the dry towel from off the top of the shower rod. She knew. Had known all this time that Big Sam wasn’t human and that Ronnie’s death was no accident. And something told her the Ja’mella case was connected and that she was not the only person who knew. Someone was trying to keep it hush hush. Or something.