chronicles of inner city life, crime, and redemption
anyone who fights with monsters should make sure that he does not in the process become a monster himself. and when you look for a long time into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you. – nietzsche
silver spoon sociopath (conclusion)
That summer was a blur for Lane. He had to unlearn everything he’d learned in the academy and learn Slattery’s way of policing. Rule number one –– the law was whatever was convenient for Slattery. Rule number two –– when in doubt, refer to rule number one. Rule...
silver spoon sociopath (pt 2)
As Lane reached his early teens, he gained a reputation as a vicious, angry, spoiled rich kid. Thrown out of all the best private schools in the state, his mother hired private tutors. He ignored them and did as he pleased during their sessions, claiming he could...
silver spoon sociopath (pt 1)
Maybe it was the helplessness that turned him on. Maybe it was the feeling he controlled life and death. Whatever it was, Lane Richards loved preying on the weak. He'd been this way since he could remember. Weaker things deserved to be hurt. And now Officer Lane...
i see dead people (pt 2)
Brock tightened his finger on the trigger. Just as the man was about to speak, Brock aimed over his accomplice's shoulder and pumped two quick shots into the man's chest. Words never made it out of his mouth. Officer Richards raced to the doorway, gun aimed low. ...
i see dead people (pt 1)
Officer Brock Slattery groaned as his alarm went off, a thin slit of sunshine glaring through his makeshift blinds. Another night of horrible dreams. He rolled over and bashed a meaty fist on the clock. Slattery never hit snooze. Years of training as a boxer had...