2 months later “You want me to fight you?” Matthew asked incredulously, one brow raised in disbelief. He was sitting on a bench in the training center, watching Sable run for the last half-hour. This was becoming her routine. By now, all the agents were aware of what she was, and many were not thrilled. Every day her mood was becoming worse and he noticed some lapses in her judgment. She was volatile, but he noted it was with reason. On several occasions, other trainees would purposely use excessive force when training with her. She’d been jumped once by a group of girls, who were subsequently hospitalized. And, the sexual misconduct cases with the men were growing. She was also especially extra irritated whenever she had to visit George and the quack scientist dude. He was never allowed to go with them, and she never spoke about what happened when she did. Currently, they were living together in a two-bedroom space on the base. Matthew was annoyed at first but accepted it. Tonight, she was …
A low growl rumbled out of the abnormally large black dog laying at the entrance of the laboratory. George’s eyes lingered at the mutt, and he had half a mind to kick the damn thing, but if he were being honest with himself, it creeped him out. Its heated gold eyes met his cold gray ones. He always got the feeling that there was more to the canine than the crazy doctor admitted. In fact, he was almost certain it was a shifter. It was just as unnerving as the man’s wife. She was a frigid bitch. She spoke very little but once she did it was to cut you deeply.
I don’t know when exactly I started taking photos. I believe it was somewhere in high school when I got one of those Cybershot cameras. Or maybe even before when I had the disposable cameras. You know the ones. When you had to actually get your film developed. Those were the days.
I didn’t sign up for this shit. Matthew sat on a chair, his head leaning backward, hanging over the edge of his seat. He signed up to kill shifters, not babysit one.
The cage door screeched as it opened, and Marissa wondered if it was her fear that had heightened the sound. While it struggled to completely open, she dashed across the room. The last thing she wanted was to be trapped against the door when whatever was behind those bars came out. She needed room to run and think. At the end of the exceedingly long corridor, the room split off and dim lights came on. Left and right were her only options. She darted to the left and saw another opening on her right. She skidded into it and paused. The next room was a straight path but there were openings on both sides of the walls. She counted 6 on both sides. God, she hoped she wasn’t in a maze.
Marissa’s gaze shifted slightly, wondering if it was still too late to dive out the window and make a run for it. Maybe Melanie was bluffing and the drop wouldn’t kill her. And if she was some supernatural creature surely, she’d be fine. The hairs on her neck were standing. The room was dead silent. They were waiting for her to give her answer. Though she was focused on her escape, she was also very aware of the men’s bodies. They were prepared to shoot her at the slightest suspicious movement. She did not like her odds at all right now. Even if she could use the window, she’d probably be riddled with bullets before she could jump out.
Another day of me not minding my business. So it’s a crisp Friday afternoon in September. The 15th to be exact. Hurricane No Way Jose just lashed at us with his tail because he ain’t shit and instead of disappearing he decides to sing despacito on the ocean. He is moving SLOWLY. So you know bad weather creates bad decisions. Like…say…hacking your boyfriend’s facebook page and letting us know that he has hella hoes.
Marissa tilted her head as she regarded the stranger standing across the room. The dark-skinned woman looked exhausted, and there were dark circles under her brown eyes. Her jet-black hair was cut short and hidden under an equally dark cap. The woman held her hands to her mouth, her face covered in shock and concern.
Junior high school students sure do grow up fast. I don’t know these girls personally, but I did discover that a child I knew when she was a widdle girl was also attending a Spring Ball and I felt like a crypt keeper. Why my ass so ancient? What is going on? Who authorized this? I mean I know they have to grow up but golly. I do not like Fort Christiansvaern as a location for photos because it needs a paint job, lawn care, our mentally ill are roaming about unsupervised because healthcare is a myth, and it’s overdone. Stick a fork in it, that location has been played to it’s death. I can work the area if need be, but let the fort and all it’s history of slavery die. At some point I’ll talk about our strange obsession with relics of colonialism, but that’s not what this is about. Anyways, this was yet another fun session. It took a little while to have the girls warm up to the camera and …
I think I fell in love to photographing kids. For starters, their personalities are amazing. Secondly, they are so effortless in their happiness. Those genuine smiles make your ovaries act up and you gotta remind them that kids are cute, but hella expensive. I refuse to budget for another one, but lord I can babysit…no..I lied not even that much. I mean, I can swoon over your kids from a distance, or at least take their photos. Yeah, that sounds reasonable. So this little doll graduated from kindergarten and is off to first grade. Pretty self explanatory if you watch the photos. She was serving face when she got comfortable. I can see her being a little model in the future. She was giving me black girl magic all the way through. Also, I’m just applauding mommy for her hairstyle and clothes. Cute, age-appropriate, and nothing over-the-top. Her family helped tweak her “poses” for the shoot and even worked camera two. It was just such a fun Sunday. It was also when I learned that …