Ch. 18 - If You Wanna Live…I watch Buffy from the corner of my eye drink her second cup of coffee this morning. Granted she’s only slept two hours, maybe, but with everything, and I’m really thinking about the everything being Angel, I can’t help but worry ( Read more... )

Ch. 17 - No War Without WarriorsI flick the windshield wipers on as the storm that’s been threatening to break finally manages to spit out some water. A quick check of the dashboard clock and at ten at night, I’m thinking of telling Elliot that we should probably finish this up soon. Truth, today ain’t been all bad. We got some more info back ( Read more... )

Ch. 16 - Modern Rome BurningThe smell of Incense calms me and as the priest says, “Please stand.” I cast a discrete look to my left and watch as Liv rises with the rest of the congregation. The fact that she asked to come to Sunday mass with me and my family was enough to check for the signs of the Apocalypse. When she showed and Kathy opened ( Read more... )

Ch.15 - Bring Out Your DeadThe lobby’s quiet when I step through the doors to my apartment complex. I look down at my watch and see the brownish goop smeared over the face. Great. Sighing, I step in front of the elevators and wipe my watch on my pants. I look back down to read the display, five-forty-six am. Well, who needs sleep anyhow ( Read more... )

Part III

Strung between the first two columns my newest sculpture hangs, glorified for those lucky enough to see it. The whispers of this city at night make it hard to work. The people, the noise it all calls to me, asking that I release them. I drink and take from them ( Read more... )

Ch. 14 - Something in the World TodayI slurp up the last of my lo mien and watch my lunch buddy daintily eat her fried rice. It’s amazing how a few weeks not working eighty hours a week will really improve your disposition ( Read more... )

Ch. 13 - Watch Your BackStanding as unobtrusively as possible next to the door, I try to wipe the smirk off my stubbly mug. The poor doctors have no idea how Deb is healing as quick is she is. Which is good for us but confusing as hell for them. I think they can take a bit of mystery though, God knows I’ve had enough of it in my life ( Read more... )

Ch. 12 - Listed M.I.A.At six in the morning, the pen at S.V.U. is quiet which is good. The cops that are around are too absorbed in their own tasks and the four main detectives aren’t in yet. All good things for me, ‘cause I’m going to deck these two ( Read more... )

Ch. 11 - What You Don’t KnowSitting back in the booth Olivia, Alex and I occupy, I observe the other patrons. Most of them look like they’re enjoying their meal; some are talking animatedly to friends, family members or colleagues. A few lone patrons eat and read the paper or play with their phones. The three of us are no different. I picked ( Read more... )

Ch. 10 - Disorder and DisarrayForgoing the elevators I climb the four flights of stairs, not only to give Jimmy and Debra a chance to talk, but also to give myself some time to cool down. I balance the cups of coffee in my hand and hit the last flight, feeling a little bit crappy because I’m out of time ( Read more... )