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Posted by Jay Fisher on Aug 4, 2018 15:36:44 GMT -6
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Apr 18, 2019 21:30:44 GMT -6
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It was dark, but the night was still young. Jay Fisher stood, naked, looking back at the figure he'd left lying there, breath labored; tired. As he looked back, he'd absently start putting on his clothes. Underwear, pants, socks, shoes, then finally shirt and gym bag. His thoughts were miles away as his mind wondered, thinking about events, recent and past, people, and just life in general. How'd he even get to this point? At the forefront of his mind was Zelda. The relationship was open, but he loved her. He just didn't know how to say it. Didn't know how to show it either, but they'd bought a house together. Moved in together. To him, that was the symbol of their love. Out of anyone they might be with, in the end it was the two of them. He didn't deserve someone like her, but she was his anchor. She made everything….worth it. Then his mind went to the red demon, Khalil. He hadn't known the guy long, but they'd grown close within the Syndicate. He was like a brother, and now he was gone. Jay assumed he was dead. That was likely the case, after all. He didn't have many friends to begin with, so losing one just hurt that much more. Not to mention the change of management in the Syndicate. Poseidon was a man he feared, yet respected. That day in the warehouse, Poseidon saw something in the dog shifter that he thought was worth not wasting a bullet, and instead brought him into the organization. And now, he was “away,” at least that's what he was he was told. Not that he trusted it. In his place was some….b****. He wasn't too sure about her, but she was the boss. Not his boss; that honor belonged to one man. But as the boss, Jayda would get his respect, but he respected the authority, and the authority alone. Then he found himself thinking about every woman, every one night stand. Lee had been a happy little accident, but the ending….wasn't so happy. Not for him, anyway. Lee showed him the aftermath. The hurt. The guilt. The pain. This was magnified as he remembered Zoe. He lied to her to get what he wanted. More pain. More guilt. Was this...right?
Thinking of these things made him consider the ramifications of his actions. Like right now.
It was supposed to be a quiet walk home. But that ended when the guy tried to take his wallet. Even moreso when the guy pulled out a knife. Jay wiped the blood that stained his mouth as the figure on the ground took his last breath. As he walked out of the alley, Jay wondered if this was who he was now. Or maybe it was another part of who he was.
He trudged home, in need of a hot shower, a cold drink, and some time with his girlfriend. This would probably never go away. He was leading two lives now. He just prayed they never crossed paths….
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Aug 4, 2018 15:50:13 GMT -6
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