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kissesfrombangtanatnight · 1 month

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Hell In A Cell: Act I - Chapter 1.

Welcome to the Pensacola Penitentiary!

~1~

Feet aching, lungs burning, you run as fast as your tired legs will take you. Fear knocks on the door of your heart, an unwelcomed guest that leaves when it wants to. It doesn't come alone, bringing its old friend with him, darkness. He's closing in on you. You can hear him, feel him. The monster that's been after you for so long is finally catching up to you.

Before you lie in an abandoned house, feet feeling heavy, you fight against your body and time. You dash to the front porch before approaching the door and watch the world slowly become a dark abyss.

Help Meeeeee! Please! Help meeeeeeee!

His eerie voice fills your ears, piercing even into the marrows of your bones, shaking you to the core. You shake the door handle violently before it finally opens. You slam the door shut and lock it. You lie against the door as you attempt to catch your breath. Looking down at your hands, they shake uncontrollably as you cry. You stumble into the foyer as you take in your surroundings, trying to look for any place of safety.

You turn around and look out the windows, looking for any sign of him outside. The only sound that can be heard is the fast beating of your heart and your shaky breath. You feel dizzy and faint. The storm outside ceases for only a moment as his footsteps fill your ears. The floorboards begin to creak tauntingly outside the front door as you watch his shadow walk back and forth.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

"Please, please just leave me alone." You whisper out. Your legs give out as you stumble backward onto the staircase and cry harder. Your body shakes as you feel cemented to the floor. Suddenly, it goes quiet, and you try to calm down again. But it is short-lived as the door is suddenly thrown open, and there he stands, dark, emotionless, evil-eyed.

"THERE'S NOWHERE TO RUN; I'LL ALWAYS FIND YOU!"

You shoot up out of your nightmare, clutching your chest. Your heart is pounding furiously as you wipe the sweat on your forehead. You look around frantically and realize you're in your bedroom, safe and sound. It was just another nightmare. Something that you were painfully used to. Lately, your dreams have become more bizarre and vivid, all depicting him finding you—a fear you've had even though you're thousands of miles away from that painful memory. Oh, how you wished you could make all the bad memories disappear, but fear had its way of creeping in like a thief in the night to remind you of your past. The fear that you truly have not solved the issue to, but only temporarily silenced it. The constant feeling of impending doom clouding your brain, you can't shake it.

"Get it together, y/n." You mumble to yourself. You look at your bedside clock, and it reads 6:15 AM. "Shit!" You are supposed to start orientation at 7:00 AM. You throw your covers off and stumble out of bed, momentarily catching a slight headache. You run into the bathroom and turn on the shower; not having time to wait for the water to heat up. You step inside as the cold water hits your body, instantly chilling you. You also decide to brush your teeth while in there; it wouldn't hurt; you were rushing.

After a quick shower, you sprint to your closet and find the most professional outfit you own. Drying and throwing on your outfit, making sure it looks neat, you speed walk out of your bedroom with your purse. Snatching your car keys off the key holder on the wall, you leave your apartment and go to your car.

You look at yourself in your rearview mirror and decide you look decent enough. You make your way out of the gated community before pulling out onto the main street. Making your way downtown, as you use your GPS, you begin to think about your life over the past few months.

You moved to Pensacola, Florida, from Minnesota to start a new life for yourself. After hopping from city to city, searching for peace, you finally decided to move away and start fresh—just you, your car, and hope. It's crazy how, sometimes in life, you have to leave everything you know behind to reach for everything you need that lies ahead. Sometimes, these roads require you to go alone. Does it mean you're always lost? No, but in the end, it's meant to make you stronger. Sure, you haven't reached that level of peace yet, but one day you will...hopefully. Interrupting your thoughts, your phone rings. Your aunt's name pops up on the display screen. You click the accept button on your steering wheel.

"Hey, Aunty! How are you?" You've only been gone a month and missed your aunt terribly.

"Hey, my love, I was calling to check on you. I know you're still settling in; it sounds like you're driving. How are things?"

"Uhhh, good! Yep, they are good. I'm still trying to learn about the city; it's busier out here than I'm used to. But I can manage. I got a job!"

"Y/n, that's great! I'm so glad that you're finally finding some consistency and longevity...You know I'm proud of you, right?"

"....I know, Aunty....thank you."

"So when are you coming to visit?!" You playfully roll your eyes as you pull up to the security gates of the prison. You take in the vast facility, eyes scanning over what is visible.

Large metaled, barb-wired fences greet you as you show the security guard your worker I.D. made for you a week ago. You damn near had to strain your neck to look at the tall double-wall fences towering past the top of the building, accompanied by guard towers about ten feet away from each other, with a guardsman holding a shotgun readily in his hands. You find a park on the first row and park your car.

"Aunty, it's only been a month."

"I know, it's just...you left abruptly and never gave us a proper goodbye. Also, don't you find it extremely weird how they hired you without interviewing you face-to-face first-"

"I'm sorry about that. When they said I got the job, I jumped at the opportunity. Maybe they're desperate or were so in love with my resume that I immediately beat out the other potentials. You know it's pretty impressive...how is she, by the way?"

"You know how she is...same old, same old." You only nod, although she can't see. You weren't in the mood to have that conversation. Not when all it does is cause pain.

"Listen, Aunty, I made it to work for orientation. I'll call sometime later, okay?"

"Of course, sweetheart. Have a great day, okay? I love you." You both say your goodbyes as you check your appearance before hopping out.

"Here goes nothing."

***

You damn near felt like you were being booked with all the heavy security you had to go through just to make it inside the facility. You were now an hour into your orientation and were now with the dayshift nurse whom you'd be orienting with for a week named Mercedes, or Sasha as some call her. She had just finished introducing you to a few of the staff members.

"I know you'll be working the night shift, but meeting some dayshift workers would be nice. Let me show you around this place; it's huge!" She smiles as you walk beside her.

"There are five different security levels here at our facility. The levels depend on the inmates and the appropriate level of security they need. Right now, we're entering the low level 1. You won't be on this side of the facility too much; this is typically where the dayshift nurses work. This is where they house the low-level inmates, you know, the ones that have minor crimes, and minimum security is needed. I work over at this level. We're making our way outside now. Going to need the go-kart to tour the rest of this place; it's like a maze." She jokes.

Another hour is spent touring the remaining four security levels. You're now on the last one, where you will be working. You look over the building, which is slightly guarded compared to the other three. There is something very eerie about this area. You don't know why, but a shiver runs down your spine as you and Sasha walk into the building. The atmosphere seemed to shift into something more serious and sinister.

"This is where you'll be working; this is the highest security level at our facility. This complex houses our most dangerous criminals who have committed extremely violent crimes or they're prone to escaping prison. These inmates have typically committed federal crimes that have cost them longer, harsher sentences. As you can tell, security here is top-notch. And it-"

"Look what we got here! We got fresh meat! Welcome to Hell In A Cell." You look over to see a smiling, hefty, tall guy. He walks over, stopping in front of you and Sasha. Sasha rolls her eyes as she places her hands on her hips.

"What did I tell you about calling this place that? You're going to scare away our staff!" She says, smacking his arm, which doesn't faze him at all. You can tell they have a playful relationship.

"Sorry about him, Y/n, he likes to scare the newbies. This is-"

"I can introduce myself. Nice to meet you; I'm Ettore Ewen, but I go by Big E around here. I work security." He says, extending his hand. Although he's a pretty big guy, his handshakes were gentle.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/n. I'm going to be the new night shift nurse." You introduce.

"Really? That's like the fifth one in the past two months."

"Oh really? Bad experience?" you ask, glancing at Sasha, who gives Big E a look.

"Let's be honest, they come in all happy and ready to work, and then bam, within a week, they quit. Honestly, the last one was probably a new record set. She stayed for about a week and two days." He shrugs.

"Inmates causing trouble?"

"Nothing more than the usual, but she screwed an inmate and got pregnant. Fired her on the spot." You weren't surprised.

Working as a correctional nurse for years, you've had your share of crazy experiences. You've had inmates attempt to attack you, spit on you, throw shit at you, cuss you out, and call you every slur under the sun. You were prepared for whatever. You had to make the best of this. It had to work out; this was your last chance.

"Did you tell her about the inmate that killed a guard just for looking at him? A nurse was doing a med pass, reaching her arm inside the cell, which was a big mistake. He broke her arm from the shoulder down. She had to get metal plates in her arm. You know he's assigned to you ri-" Sasha smacks his arm again.

"I'm joking, I'm joking! No, but seriously, having a new face in this place is nice. I gotta run, but I'll catch up with you ladies later!" He says, laughing as he skips away.

"Sorry about him; he's a jokester. But trust me, you'll need his energy for these long nights ahead. Come on, let me finish showing you around!"

"There are usually four nurses on the day shift, but unfortunately, only two at night; that's because you'll spend most of your time documenting, med pass, and occasional assessments. It usually takes about two and a half hours to do a med pass, but if you have a good team behind you, it may be an hour and a half. During the day shift, we have a dentist present twice a week and a lab tech who comes three times a week to do blood draws. We have a mini clinic, an infirmary, and a mental health pod. The workload here can be hectic, but I think you'll manage. I've seen your resume...very impressive." She grins.

You nod, soaking it all in. You were both now walking back to the main area where the cafeteria was. The main area was a large two-story, four-cement-walled unit with a small cafeteria in the center. It was separated by a large cement wall with large glass windows and one heavy steel door. You peek inside the unit and see a few inmates cleaning the area.

You're so focused on scanning the area with your eyes that you overlook one of the inmates standing right in front of the glass. He bangs his fist on the glass, startling you as you jump back. He bursts out laughing as he blows you a kiss. A guard comes over, shoving him out of the way as he holds his hands up as if to surrender.

"Don't worry about the glass; it's bulletproof and unbreakable. They can't hurt you." Your stomach begins to rumble, and you know it's time to get some food.

***

"Hey, Y/n, today was a pretty long day, but I hope you get the hang of this place. It's not all that bad." Sasha says as she walks you to your car. You had to admit you were happy to be going home. Your feet were killing you! You give her a tired smile.

"Yes, it was a good day. I learned so much, and I'm happy to be a part of the team." You admit.

"Great, well I know you're ready to jet, so I'll see you tomorrow, okay? Drive safe, and again, welcome to the Pensacola Penitentiary."

You drive through the prison walls and finally make it outside the prison property. You let the window down as you take in the day once again. It's not 7:00 PM, and you were excited to get home, shower, and call it a night. But only after dropping by a place that has become your new favorite.

"Tacos it is!"

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ofstoriesandstardust · 3 months

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i know the end

a/n: i wrote this months ago while i had covid and then forgot about it and rediscovered recently. if it sucks blame covid brain. also, this piece is told backwards which was an interesting style to write in! anyways, no one will probably read this, but whatever

like father, like father daughter

summary: Rebel's breaking point.

warnings: angst, breakdowns, series of events is told backwards, swearing probably, unedited

word count: 1.6k

“No, I’m not afraid to disappear/the billboard said ‘the end is near’”

You thank the flight attendant as you show her your ticket, before picking up your duffel bag to walk down the boarding bridge. Forcing a smile at the other flight attendant waiting aboard, your eyes scan the small plane, searching for your seat. The plane fills with noise behind you as you get your bag shoved in one of the carry-on cubbies before sliding down into your seat.

The holiday cheer can be felt all around you even as you’re quick to slip in your headphones. The cheer could be felt in every corner in the hustle and bustle of every packed airport you’d stepped foot in since your travel began three days ago in Illinois, to Penscaola, to Paris. Soon you’d feel that cheer in just four short hours when your plane landed in Germany.

You’re sure you’ll feel it when you get to your new base tonight, the excitement of friends and family traveling the world to see their loved ones at the holidays.

The ache in your chest had gotten worse the farther you had gotten from yours just 12 hours ago now, time zones abiding.

You look out the window, the rainy weather smearing the glowing lights of the city.

You think about what it would be like to be flying home to San Diego right now, taking a flight from Paris to Florida to San Diego.

You think of what it would be like to go to the beach at night like you used to when this ache in your chest appeared, go for a night swim, feel the cold salt water against your skin, the burn in your eyes. You smile to yourself, as the Captain makes his announcements as you close your eyes, preparing for takeoff.

The memories of Christmases long since passed, when you had your best friend and flyboy uncles and your Dad and a mother figure. When Christmas was full of warmth and light, bringing everyone together for maybe one time the whole year.

You think of what it would be like to sleep in your own room, the warm covers comfortable against your body. Not like the itchy standard-issue blanket you’ll be sleeping under tonight at your new base. No, the good material, with soft sheets and the comfort and knowledge of being in your own home. Of being in a place that belonged to you.

Maybe in this fantasy, your Dad was there.

Or maybe not.

Maybe you could go for all the late night swims and sleep as late as you wanted under the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree in your room without the presence of the flyboys or your Dad or your Uncle Ice.

No one to be mad at you for what you gave up to have a normal holiday, to sleep in a warm bed, to sleep under stars and skies that felt like home. No one to chide you for staying out all night, wind whipping in your wet hair as you drive through downtown with the windows down and come home at three in the morning. No one to tease you for sleeping till noon and ask how the Navy-ingrained habits disappeared so quickly.

Your skin itched for that peace, for that belonging, that quiet and comfort. The quiet you existed in now was the loudest quiet you had ever heard, screaming as it begged you for something more.

The Pensacola night air is warm and humid as you step out of Slider's truck, your uncle grabbing your duffel from the back as you walk up the door.

Ice is already waiting for you, having rearranged everything to fly over to Pensacola to meet you in your overnight layover.

He gives you a soft smile even as you lack the energy to give him one in return, pulling you into a tight, firm hug.

“I’m so sorry kiddo. I’m so sorry, I did everything I could.” He whispers into your hair. You shake your head, pulling away from him.

“I just want to eat.”

He sighs as you push the creaky screen door of Slider’s home open, walking through the living room where Friends is flickering in the background, the volume low as you settle in the kitchen.

You didn’t even have a full night in Pensacola, your flight for Paris leaving at seven in the morning. You’d have time for a quick meal and a few hours of sleep if you were lucky, before Slider would be back delivering you to the airport.

Slider sets a plate in front of you, a steaming dish of your favorite casserole from when you were little. It was Carole’s recipe, something she always made for you when your Dad left town.

“Thanks.”

It’s quiet for a while as you slowly eat, attempting to force yourself to enjoy what would be your last home cooked meal for who knows how long. You feel unable to fight off the quiet numb crawling up your spine, the meal just tasting cold and bland.

“So you must be glad to at least get out of the corn fields, huh?”

You don’t say anything in response to Slider’s joke, chewing softly on your food.

“Well, you know- I did hear something about you having a thing with one of those pilots from your squadron.” You force yourself to swallow around an ill-timed bite as Slider starts again. “The two of you going to write to each other while you’re away?”

You set your fork down, standing up from the table. “I’m full. Thanks for dinner, Sli.”

“Kid-” Ice says, but you’re already slipping up the steps leading to the guest room.

Comet’s fingers are running through your hair as you stare up at the ceiling. Out of your periphery, you can see the glint of his dog tags in the moonlight.

“Do you ever think you’re disappointing your parents?”

The words are quiet and soft as his fingers keep moving even as he hums, acknowledging your question.

The weight of your new orders sit heavy, and so had the boarding pass in the envelope you’d gotten this evening.

His fingers feel heavy in your hair, the weight of your words crushing you.

“I don’t know how I could.”

And for Comet, whose real name was James, that was probably true. Growing up as the oldest of six in a low-class family in a small, rural Mississippi town, joining the Navy and becoming a decorated pilot was probably more than his parents had ever dreamed possible for him.

“They wouldn’t be disappointed if you decided to leave this all behind?”

James, who had a mother and father who loved him.

James, who had three sisters and two little brothers who all looked up to him, marveled at him no matter what he did.

James, who was happy and content, and was everything your family would want for you if you could force yourself to be content with it.

James, who had no idea of your past, of your reputation. Of who you had once been.

James, who had no idea it hurt every time the two of you had sex in ways you could never bring yourself to say aloud to him.

James, who had never once forced you to label what the two of you were, even after the two of you had said those three words.

James, who had been talking and was now looking at you in concern as he shifted himself up, pushing some of your hair away from your face.

“-where did you go?”

“We need to end this.”

Comet freezes, before anger flashes across his face, pushing himself off of what would no longer be your base bed come sunrise as he grabs his shirt from the floor.

“How fucking dare you.” He spits, tugging the baby blue material over his head. “I mean- really, after all this, after this whole time you led me to believe this might actually mean something to you.”

“Comet-”

“I’m not a fucking moron, you know.” He says, grabbing his pants off the floor, belt clanging as he does. “I know what they say about you. I know you live your life in fucking la la land, that you’ve been shutting me off since the first time we ever slept together-”

“That’s because that’s all this was.” You insist, pushing yourself up to be propped up on one arm.

“I said I love you-”

“And you meant it?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

Comet’s nostrils flare. “You’re a fucking bitch.”

You slump back down on the bed as Comet storms out, slamming the door behind him. You wince, wondering if someone on base is going to see him leaving, hear the brief exchange that had just occurred, but at this point-

It doesn’t really matter.

What more could they do to punish you?

The cool December air of Illinois stings, the wind raging as you clutch your phone, pressing it to your ear.

“Kid- do?”

The call cuts in the middle of the word, delaying the sound of your Dad’s voice.

In hindsight, it should've been a clear indicator that he’ll never hear what you have to say next.

“Dad.” You cry. “Dad, I got new orders- they’re sending me to fucking Germany. Six days before Christmas.”

You can hear your Dad try to say something, but it’s garbled and distant, nothing but static sounds.

The tears stinging your eyes suddenly become unbearable as you all but collapse on a nearby bench.

“I lied, Dad. I don’t- I don’t want to keep doing this. I’m not happy anymore. I haven’t been happy in so long. I feel fucking miserable, Dad. I want out. I want to run away and never come back. I’m so sorry, I know that I must be the biggest disappointment-” You hiccup, eyes stinging. “Please. I don’t want to do this.”

The phone beeps as the call drops.

Your stomach sinks, horror coursing through you, as the black screen stares back up at you.

#like father like daughter #same mistakes #pete mitchell #tom kazansky #ron kerner #this one is just for me #top gun

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irradiate-space · 10 months

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Southern Infrastructure Megastructure Gothic

@eightyonekilograms, in a post about why levees and dikes won't save Florida from Sea Level Rise:

dams and levees won't work because southern Florida is a limestone sponge and the water will just come up through the ground— but with a trillion dollars of other people's money to spend, they'll figure out something. That's what real estate investors are banking on, and they are probably correct.

NOAA has a Sea Level Rise map, which you can jack all the way up to 10 feet above "Current Mean Higher High Water", and then scroll around the entire coastal United States to see what gets flooded.

Pensacola is fine; they know what storm surge looks like from being in the splash-damage radius of every time New Orleans gets fucked.

St. Pete/Clearwater loses its waterfront, but retains significant infrastructure inland.

Naples and Cape Coral lose their entire downtowns, but the inland suburban sprawl survives. I guess they'll need to convert some of those tract houses into neighborhood-scale commercial.

Miami, Fort Lauderdale, and indeed most of Miami-Date and Broward Counties are awash, and become the basis of new coral reefs for the Northern Florida Keys.

But West Palm Beach is okay.

By Congressional mandate, NASA adapts the Cralwers to work as amphibious vechicles, in order to continue using Shuttle-derived hardware at Pad 39, with the new Sea Launch System rated to withstand salt spray inside the engine bells at launch.

SpaceX stops leasing in Texas, where South Padre Island is completely underwater, and buys up an entire subdivision's worth of now-island land in South Miami. The neighbors won't complain about concrete dust if there are no neighbors!

Saint Augustine dies, but Jacksonville is like Pensacola, and picks up its skirts to avoid the puddles.

Trillions of dollars of dikes aren't the answer. The solution will be to jack everything up ten feet, from roads to ports to homes. If you can't adapt to life in a saline intertidal wash, you'll move inland.

No, the real issue will be whether they can build a seawall around DC's National Mall and National Airport that won't offend the sensitivities of climate-denying Congresscritters.

#sea level rise #global warming #eightyonekilograms

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asterhaze · 10 months

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Happy Storyteller Saturday!

Are there any places, objects, or even people in your stories inspired by or directly borrowed from your real life?

Share a snippet if you like 💜

Thank you for the ask~

So the Sunniva kindred has two bases in my story. Both are completely made up in my head as far as how the buildings are placed, how the inside of the buildings are, what the inside of the rooms are like, etc. However, one of the bases is outside of a large wooded area that crosses into a national park. The woods, the park, the types of trees, the birds, are all inspired by Mammoth Cave National Park and the many woods I traveled through growing up in southern Kentucky.

In the first book of Masterpiece, I describe Glen walking down the street to get to Vlad's house. (This is from the second draft, so please excuse any errors.)

Along the street was a series of separated townhouses and tiny homes. The entire area seemed quaint, older than the rest of town, but well kept. The streetlights seemed new, their artificial light bright and unwavering. Mature trees lined the sidewalk, a predictable length between each one, and their branches were trimmed to create space for people to walk under them. Glen hated areas like this where humans attempted to mesh nature and architecture together for aesthetics. The vampire never understood why humans would cut down trees, build their homes or cities, and then plant new ones. There was plenty of space for humanity around the trees, plenty of space for polluted cities away from forests. On top of everything, humans had a way of replanting things so unnaturally, equal distances apart, this way or that way, to make it look pretty. Glen knew for a fact that humans were a natural occurrence of the world, and despite being human himself once, he still didn’t understand how they made everything they touched so inherently wrong. Vlad’s house was different, at least on the outside. Glen had been around the property plenty of times, trying to keep tabs on the psychiatrist, and was familiar with it. The front of the house was boring, three steps leading up to a tiny covered porch, a strip of grass around the house. Around the back however, was a decent backyard. There were three large trees in the back that shaded most of it, tiny wildflowers dappling through the grass and spotting it with pink and white where the sun shone. A tiny natural paradise in a town of boring grass lawns. Copyright © 2023. Aster Haze. All rights reserved.

I wrote this with the idea of walking down the outer New Orleans area and downtown Pensacola, Florida. The houses there are older, well kept, but obviously meticulously planned by super neat architects a long time ago. Glen's thought process about how unnatural humans make things is ripped straight out of both mine and my spouse's feelings and conversations concerning that subject while walking down those streets. We don't hate people and we don't hate that they have to do that, but we think it's goofy.

Vlad's backyard is actually the front yard of my childhood home, only smaller. Glen and Vlad are both actually based on me in different parts of my life, even though they are very different from each other. Ska is loosely based on my spouse so it's neat that my spouse is my sensitivity reader for him. How I describe Silvia is based on the feelings I had for someone I was engaged to before we broke up and I met my spouse.

Finally, all of Glen's mental what-the-heck is based on my own experience with PTSD.

#ask answered #masterpiecewip #glen the vampire #dr vladimir hayes oc #ska the demon #writeblr #writing #writers of tumblr #writers #writerblr #write #writblr #writing community

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comfortinnpensacolanascorry · 5 days

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Hotel Near downtown Pensacola FL

#hotel #hotel room #motel #travel

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gregnrealestate · 2 months

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Building Communities: A Journey with Richard Harwood

Embracing a Transformative Vision Richard Harwood, a stalwart advocate for community empowerment, has grown weary of the prevailing discord and disillusionment. With over three decades dedicated to fostering political and civic engagement across the United States, Harwood has keenly observed the deepening inequities and eroding trust in institutions and each other. He laments the scarcity of…

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treeremovalpensacola · 1 month

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Enclave is Creating Spaces to Call Home

One of the best things you can do to stage your home begins with your landscaping. It's because it's the first thing people see when they approach your home. Trees and plants can make your home appear larger, cleaner, and provide a nice welcoming environment. If you must remove a tree, be sure you do so responsibly. The best thing to do is a call a professional like the ones at Tree Removal in Pensacola A hands-on approach and resident-centric design is how West Fargo-based Enclave delivers vibrant communities that leave a lasting and positive impact Since 2011, Enclave has been committed to developing, building, and managing spaces that inspire people to do their best work and live their best life. Today, their award-winning team and portfolio span the Midwest and beyond. With 15 convenient local properties, their projects are distinguished by unique features and benefits that are years in the making. We’re reimagining rental housing-in every project, we ask how we can make the place people call home even more convenient, enjoyable and beautiful for a memorable experience. – Donna Smith, President of Property Management. South Fargo Oasis Enclave’s newest projects south of 52nd Avenue, The Rye and Origin, feature a shared amenity-filled clubhouse complete with a statement-making floor-to-ceiling fireplace. The Rye & Origin, South Fargo Before a shovel hits the ground, Enclave establishes a detailed vision that transforms renderings into reality. As developers, builders, and property managers, their team is hands-on in selecting optimal locations, proper build methods, amenities, and unit layouts while maintaining a design-forward approach. Working as one toward a common goal ensures excellence across every stage, from project completion to long after move-in. A home is a meaningful space, a commitment we take seriously. When construction is finished, we hand over the keys to our management team, knowing we’ve done everything to deliver a quality and well-built project. – Jeremy Cossitt, Director of Construction Urban Living Located off Veterans Boulevard, LYV at Uptown and Main offers a connected experience above walkable retail and nearby shopping and restaurants. LYV at Uptown & Main, Urban Plains Uptown & Main, Urban Plains Maximizing form and function From pet-friendly policies—most buildings are equipped with pet spas-to options for enclosed parking, onsite fitness studios, and indoor/outdoor recreational spaces; each community offers a unique blend of amenities tailored to resident needs and preferences. Combining form and function, living with Enclave offers so much more than convenience. Through partnerships with nationally award-winning architects and interior designers, Enclave’s in-house team brings Instagram-worthy environments to life. Spaces that form connections With space to gather, entertain, focus on wellness, or simply grab a cup of coffee, the team carefully considers how to craft a connected environment that exceeds expectations. Intentionally providing areas where neighbors can get to know one another fosters a true sense of community. Uptown & Main Urban Plains Each location has been hand-selected, providing a distinct benefit. Whether you seek to live downtown, uptown or on the south side of town, Enclave’s range of properties offers seamless connectivity to the broader FMWF region. Voted Best Apartment Rental Company three years in a row, Enclave offers an upgraded living experience with features like: Pet-friendly, no breed restrictions Keyless app-controlled entry Modern units with 9-foot ceilings Enclosed parking options Indoor and outdoor amenity spaces A local and service-minded team Downtown Variety From sweeping riverscape views to proximity to dining, nightlife, and shopping, Enclave’s properties Wild Oak, Mosaic, and 300lime put residents in the heart of downtown Fargo. Wil Oak North Fargo Mosaic North Fargo Make Your Next Move enclavepm.com The post Enclave is Creating Spaces to Call Home appeared first on Trendsetters.

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End of Watch: Riley Simmons

End of Watch: Sunday, February 22, 1953 An excerpt from the book, Some Gave All, available on Amazon By Mike Simmons On April 22, 1905, Riley Simmons joined the Pensacola Police Department. He was first put out with an older officer, walking a beat downtown. The job appeared to the townspeople to be quite exciting and almost glamorous. Overall, it was a great position, but it did have its…

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Shellie Daniel Shehan, 80, passed away in his home on January 9th, 2023. Danny was born October 6th, 1942 to Comer and Helon (Everage) Shehan in Andalusia, Alabama.

A graveside service will be held 11 AM, Friday, March 17, 2023 at Magnolia Cemetery in Andalusia, AL. Foreman Brown Funeral Home is assisting the family with arrangements.

Dan was diagnosed with polio at the age of 10 when he awoke one morning with a stiff neck and terrible headache that soon grew into weakness; inability to breath and paralysis. His parents were told that there was nothing that could be done and they really could only keep him comfortable. His parents were not going to accept that and immediately took him to Pensacola where he was placed in an iron lung to aide his breathing. Dan was then flown to Birmingham on a Navy Plane where his two Uncles accompanied him to take turns pumping his iron lung as the plane did not have electrical power.

Regardless of never being expected to walk again, Dan spent much of his early years in therapy and doctoring while still attending school and graduated from Brent Christian High School in Pensacola, FL. He attended Bob Jones University in Greenville, South Carolina where he received his BS in secondary education. He taught second semester at DeFuniak Springs, FL and was hired for the next year(1966) by Andalusia High School(AHS) to teach English. While teaching, Dan went on to earn his MA from the University of South Alabama. During his tenure at AHS, Dan went on to chaperone students on a six week tour of England, Ireland, Scotland and France, wrote and composed plays and music with his close friend and colleague, Joseph C Wingard, advised the English Club and hosted many events at his home. He retired from AHS in 1995 after 29 years of teaching.

In 1976, Dan experienced another health setback that he again was not expected to recover from. This time he would find himself sleeping in an iron lung permanently until the development of the more modern bi-pap machine that gave ability to travel again.

Dan's musical ability started with a portable fold-up organ with homemade foot pedals and strings to the keys. His mother taught him how to play "Old Rugged Cross" and from there, he just took off learning all he could and becoming an outstanding pianist and organist. He shared his talents as the organist at First Baptist Church in Andalusia and Bull Street Baptist Church after moving to Savannah, GA. He and Joseph C Wingard also hosted annual Christmas Sing-a-Long events and published a book of their own original Christmas Songs.

Dan was very active in the Historical Society of Andalusia, in which he was instrumental in restoring the First National Bank Building and other downtown buildings.

After moving to Savannah, Dan became a member of the Coastal Empire Polio Survivors Association, and his iron lung was donated for education of future generations. He was also was very influential in bringing awareness regarding access problems to historic Savannah for those in wheelchairs or with mobility problems, thus leading the development of an accessibility map and street cut outs.

Dan was a survivor of epic proportions. He lived each day for his Lord and Savior and grateful for everything he had been blessed with. He was always positive and willing to help as he was able.

Dan is predeceased by his Father--Comer Shehan, mother--Helon Thomas, brother--J Patton Shehan and numerous Aunts, Uncles and Cousins and special pet Emmi. Dan is survived by his nieces, Donya (Mike) Shehan-King and Lara Erickson, Sister in Law, Linda Shehan, great and great-great nieces and nephews and many cousins as well as his close friend and care-taker, Ron Shellenberger.

Until we meet again, live free with no restrictions and play that beautiful music.

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The Bloodline, Pt. I.

Author’s Note: So I am on Wattpad, if you see this exact story on there, don’t worry, it’s me. lol Also, side note, I wrote this for an old book and tweaked it to fit the Bloodline, hope you all enjoy. I haven’t written in months, so bare with me.

warnings: strong language, mentions of death, drugs, etc, eventual smut and adult content word count: 5K (sheesh).

You sighed heavily as you made your way to your black Audi TT 2.0T Coupe, 2018. Though your legs were in the mood for walking, the rest of your body wasn't prepared. It needed to prepare for this long meeting that was ahead of you. This would be the third meeting this week your boss has mandated. You had no idea why he called all these meetings, but you were growing tired. It seemed that every time you laid your head down to rest, he'd ring your cell, notifying you of an upcoming meeting. It wasn't enjoyable, but then again, you understood. His father had just acquired some new territory that was under heavy construction and needed surveillance from outsiders to keep it safe. You were growing excited at the thought of Kane expanding his business. It meant more money for you and possibly being ranked higher up.

You were currently in your "rookie" status because you've only worked for Kane for nearly a year. You were trained for two years but employed for just one year, so you were fresh on the block. You were the youngest of the corporation, Snake.Eyes.Everywhere. (aka S.E.E.), and because of this, you were often looked down upon by your peers. It was so annoying, and you wanted to prove everyone wrong. You wanted to prove that you could be ruthless like them, especially Sage. She was your enemy among the S.E.E. members, high up in rank, a sniper, and she wasn't afraid to remind you.

When you first started working for S.E.E, she was the one to train you, being the most skilled of the women that worked for Kane. She was his top pick, his chosen one. At first, she was reluctant to train you, but with Kane's constant pushing to teach you, she finally did, and boy, did you pay. She was the best trainer, but she was also the most harsh. You can't even count on your fingers how many times you've returned home with black eyes, busted lips, and a broken spirit. She's previously broken a couple of your ribs, a sign that she took her job seriously. You somewhat admired her, but you despised her as well. It nearly took you an eternity (in your mind), to gain her trust as a fellow member of S.E.E.

She was very reserved, much like the shadow of the corporation, only coming out when needed to assassinate any enemy that dared to threaten the corporation she adored so much. She'd have you dead within seconds if you made it to her hit list. You heard once that she killed an entire gang who made a bad deal with Kane, all in one night, courtesy of her AR15 Sniper Rifle, or her toy as she likes to call it. All you knew was that with the skills she obtained, you were no match, and you would make sure you wouldn't end up on her hit list. Hence, why you were making sure you were on time for this meeting. She hated when people were late for important meetings, especially when dealing with new territory.

You place your ray bans onto your face, checking that you look presentable in the mirror. After this meeting, you'd go to a party your best friend was having at a local bar in downtown Pensacola. It was a new club that just opened, and being that your friend was such a bar hopper, she wanted you to come with her. She'd be turning twenty-seven, an age you'd often joke to her about being ancient. She was a nice girl, Mercedes, her name. You two met when you moved to Florida. You were going to a local university to pursue a career in marine biology, and she was pursuing a career as a forensic scientist. Though she hadn't made it that far into schooling, she was among the most intelligent girls you knew.

In fact, she was your only friend, if compared to those you often see. You weren't allowed to have that many friends, Kane's orders. He stated that knowing too many people could potentially put you at risk of stumbling upon a secret enemy of S.E.E., which was true. When you think about it, you have secretly encountered students associated with enemy organizations. Though you didn't know this, Kane knew. He had eyes everywhere. Hence, the name of his father's large corporation, S.E.E., was also symbolism for the word "sea," as members of this corporation were everywhere, lurking.

You can't even count how many times you've gotten calls, and warnings from Kane about the student that sat next to you in Biology class being an informant for whatever gang they were affiliated with. Being among regular-looking students was weird, yet they were living double lives. But then again, so were you. To those from the outside looking in, you looked like an ordinary girl, but if they only knew what you transformed into once night falls. Hence, your nickname was given to you by Kane, Midnight.

You were part of the lowest rank in the S.E.E. corporation, Garter Snakes. If you know anything about garter snakes (or gardener snakes), they are nearly the most harmless snakes of all. You were joined by others that were considered harmless or not very dangerous within the corporation. It slightly annoyed you because you felt you had potential, but you had to have patience. Kane was a knowledgeable man, and you wouldn't dare question his decisions (at least not most of the time). He was the reason you were still in the garter unit, but he knew you could be higher up, just not too soon. He wanted to take his time with you and prepare you for higher status.

You were surprisingly one of his favorites, or at least that's what your fellow member, Sapphire (or Cypher, as most call her), would always say. She was such an entertaining person, to say the least, her bubbly personality being one of great use in times of turmoil. She was a member of a subunit of S.E.E. called DIAMONDS, a codename they used, inspired by the western diamondback rattlesnake. Interestingly enough, Cypher and her counterpart Zee, were both the ladies to put the act in action, while Lavinia and Garnet were informants. Again, they had higher ranks than you, but soon, you'd be joining them, or at least you hoped.

You've been struggling lately in your part of the corporation. Lately, life has just been giving you the middle finger. You were currently living in a beat-up apartment. Though you were thankful for a roof over your head, you couldn't help but complain about the daily struggles you faced living in the place you did. One constant complaint is the cold showers you'd often have to take. The water system in your apartment complex sucked ass. The water company, you believed, would receive at least over twenty complaints a day about the water going cold. If the water isn't running cold, the electric stability of the apartments is screwing up. If that weren't a problem, you'd groan about the slight mold forming on your ceiling, thanks to the water leaks that would sneak up on you unexpectedly.

You were tired of spending money trying to fix up your place. It started to strain your pockets, leading to how you met Kane, one of the most snakelike people you've ever encountered.

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You had just been fired from your job at the local pizzeria, Stefano's Local Pizza, to no fault of your own. Or at least that's what you'd told yourself at the time. You couldn't help that your car kept breaking down, leading to you always being late for work. You tried countlessly to explain to your boss your situation, but he wasn't hearing it. He was tired of you showing up late, rushing through the entrance doors, hair a mess, and clothes out of place, from running into work. It was a Friday night, a rainy one at that. The once baby-blue skies turned dark when you ran into work for the last time.

He was waiting for you behind the counter, your last check in hand, informing you of your departure. You were so hurt and scared. You had no idea how you were going to pay your bills anymore. School had taken a drastic hit on the money that you'd gotten from your parents before traveling to Florida. You weren't exactly on a scholarship. You had to come out of pocket or borrow loans to get through school. And now, here you were, being fired? You damn near begged your manager to let you stay, offering to work overtime, but it was useless. You were dismissed.

Defeated, you walked to a nearby Korean bistro called Chopsticks to soothe your confused mind. At that moment, you sat down to order your meal when someone caught your eye. Two people, male and female, neatly dressed in crisp attire, sat across the restaurant, looking through their menus. They were sophisticatedly dressed compared to you and the other diners that were in casual clothing. They were sore on the eyes and could catch anyone's attention, making you wonder what they were doing in a place like that. Shouldn't they dine on lobster and steak at a fancy restaurant?

You tried not to stare at them, but they were so captivating, especially the male of the two. You couldn't see his eyes due to the black shades he wore, which added to his mysterious look, but it made you want to stare at him more. You could see tattoos adorning his right arm and hand from where you were positioned. The woman sitting across from him, she was gorgeous. She looked almost like a gothic doll, with porcelain skin and hair jet black. However, you couldn't really make out her facial features with her back turned to you. But you just knew she was beautiful.

Your time at the bistro was going fine until two men walked in, dressed also like the man and woman, but they didn't look as friendly as you'd think. In fact, they seemed almost outraged at the sight of the man and woman. The man smirked at them before pulling out a pistol from his pocket, causing chaos throughout the restaurant.

You nearly didn't escape alive as gunshots and people fled here and there. Well, that was partly because when you were running towards an exit just at the back of the restaurant, a bullet pierced your side. It surprised you so much that you fell onto the floor, crying in pain. All you could hear as you lay on the tiled floor, slipping in and out of consciousness, were screams, gunshots, and profanity. You closed your eyes, anticipating your death. You didn't think you'd die in that way, hoping you'd at least make it to age eighty before God called you home, but you guessed you were wrong. Dammit, life was harsh. At that moment, everything went quiet except for the footsteps that echoed throughout the kitchen. Soon, you were approached by the man with dark shades and tatted arms.

He was even more beautiful up close. However, the harshness in his eyes made you fear the worst. Maybe he was a bad guy. Would he kill you? You didn't know, but before passing out, you remembered him bending down to stroke your face.

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And that's how you came to know Kane. He saved your life, and now you are working for him years later. Working for him wasn't easy. It was scary at first. You remember when he first showed you how to use a gun, to which you accidentally shot one of his hitmen by mistake. Poor guy is now walking with a permanent limp, thanks to you. You'd think working for Kane you'd be wealthy, right? Wrong. Though he offered you to live with him and the rest of his workers, you refused. Being in a mansion full of killers and assassins wasn't exactly your taste. But then again, that's exactly what you were being trained for, so you were no better, but still. Just the thought of being in the same house as Sage made your stomach do backflips. And not in a good way, either.

Unbeknownst to Kane, you recently applied for a job as an assistant at a primary school. Your job was to monitor the children while they played on the playground, assist them in painting and drawing pictures, feed them during lunchtime, watch over them during nap time, and help them with other activities. Children were your weakness. You loved children, hence, why you applied for the job. You got the opportunity, thanks to Mercedes, who also worked at the primary school. Being around children just calms you in a world full of chaos. Their innocence, in a way, purified you from the filth that consumed you in the mafia world.

Knocking you out of your thoughts, your phone dings, signaling a text message. You swiftly reach over your seat, get your cell phone, and peer at the screen. You stopped at a red light before checking the message, a reminder that the meeting would begin in thirty minutes. You hurriedly make your way downtown and through red lights to get to the S.E.E. headquarters.

You slowly approach the entrance gates, rolling down your window to greet Austin, or A.T. (short for A-Town) as he liked to be called. He grinned down at you, approaching your car.

"What's up, baby? Are you finally coming to give me some? You look good." he teased as you rolled your eyes at his advances. He always loved flirting with you, even when you rejected him repeatedly.

You didn't believe in mixing business with pleasure, especially with a fellow snake. It just wasn't right. Plus, Kane would probably kill you both if he found out you tried to sleep with each other. Yes, A.T. was handsome, but he wouldn't fool you. He was a complete womanizer, much like the many men that worked for Kane. This guy has gotten more ass than a toilet seat, and you refused to be the butt of his jokes (no pun intended). He loved bragging to his friends about the various women he's slept with during missions. He was more than just a gatekeeper, but you didn't know the specifics of his ranking. But it didn't matter. You wouldn't be another woman in-between his sheets.

"Thanks for the offer, but if I want a man, he's gotta have two of everything." you sassed as his laughing came to a halt.

He glared at you, his right eye covered with an eye patch, taking offense to your words. Poor thing lost his right eye, messing up during a mission. Apparently, he entered an enemy gang's bar, got drunk, and started a fight. To which he was outnumbered and attacked. His right eye was delivered to Kane in a bloody velvet box as a gift for Kane's birthday—one of the most gruesome presents one could ever receive.

"Damn, Y/n, that was cold." he sighed, signaling the gate opener to open the massive gates. You snickered as he backed away from your car, letting you zoom past him.

You make it to the packed parking lot before parking your car. You make sure you straighten out your red silk dress before going to the front door. You usually dress less fancy for meetings. Still, you promised Mercedes you'd be at her birthday celebration as soon as you left from your "public outing," so there was no use in you having to change clothes twice.

Two guards stood posted up at the front door entrance, guns in hand, as you greeted them. They didn't say much, only nodded their bald heads. They were pretty stale guards if you say so yourself. They wore plain black suits, except for the snake pendant pinned to their jacket pocket. A symbol of their employment to the S.E.E. corporation. They immediately let you in, recognizing you as a fellow Snake, as you walked into the main corridor, heels clicking against the marble floor.

The S.E.E. headquarters was a place of pure luxury, with paintings and expensive vases in almost every room. It represented Kane's taste in architecture. He was a man that loved art. He loved looking expensive, at least when making drug deals or doing business with important clients. Other than that, he'd wear hoodies and jeans just like anyone else. You pass by some housemaids and butlers on your way up the stairs to the meeting room, or Snake Pit, as Kane calls it. It was a fancy way of saying the meeting room, where all the members came together to discuss business.

Your legs almost feel like jello as you walk to the house's second floor, then to the big double doors that lead to the meeting room. Approaching the doors, you're immediately met with multiple voices coming from behind them, all familiar.

You quickly but quietly open the doors as the talking quieted down, all eyes on you. Did you arrive late or something? You were sure you arrived on time......or did you? You looked at no one, including Sage, as you reached your usual seat next to Cypher. She gave you a small smile before turning her attention back to Kane, who stood in front of the large glass table.

"Midnight...I presume you have a decent excuse as to why you're ten minutes late." Kane's soft voice says, eyes scanning over your appearance: a red silk strappy dress, silver strap heels, red lipstick, 40-inch box braids neatly in a high ponytail, cascading down your back.

You feel a slight lump form in your throat. You knew he meant no harm, but somehow, he always made you shiver with fear. Maybe it was because he was of the highest rank among S.E.E. members, the leader of a subunit known as Inland Taipan (or I.T. for short). Fun fact, the subunit was named after the most deadly and venomous snake in the world. It was scary to think a rank like that existed, making you almost worry why members of that unit were given that name.

You look over at Kane before slowly shaking your head. There was no use in lying to him. He always had a way of making you spill the truth. A characteristic of his you hated with every fiber of your being.

"I'm sorry.....I lost track of time," you say, barely above a whisper.

You hear a short snort, not even needing to look at who made the sound. Sage. She sat closest to Kane's seat, glaring at you, impatience and annoyance written all over her face. She was such a bitch, but a bad one at that. You dared not test her. She was one rank under Kane but would break you in half in a second. One day you'd muster up the courage to defend yourself against her. Until then, you'd sit quietly and listen to her every command.

"Hmph... we'll discuss that later. However, there are more important matters to discuss, so I called everyone to this meeting. As you all know, we've acquired new territory in Miami, which usually isn't our target location. However, my father made a deal with the leader of the Sin City Boys. This property is located at the seaport, not too far away from our enemy's territory hence, why there is a problem. A problem that was reported to me earlier today." Kane spoke, commanding everyone's attention as he paced around calmly.

"Our enemy?.... We have plenty of those. I've scanned the areas near and far from that seaport; from what I've seen, no one has claim over any territory. What problem do we have?" Garnet, the computer genius, asked curiously. The woman was a pure magician with computers. She once hacked into a computer system at a local bank, stealing valuable information that could give her access to banking safes worldwide. She was gold. She held a cold, distant demeanor, but she wasn't as cruel as most would think. She was pretty short in height; however, she'd get violent in seconds if she had to. She was of a rank you weren't sure of, but she was highly skilled in her field.

"Two of my watchmen, who were surveilling the harbor, suddenly disappeared in the middle of the night. No one knew what the hell happened to them. But then I received pictures from an anonymous source of their bodies.....wrapped in sea debris in one of the boats at the harbor. From what I received...... this seaport is located near the Bloodline's premises, something unknown to us at the time of the deal. Now, we have a problem on our hands. The Bloodline has killed one of our own. And they will pay." Kane says, anger rising in his voice.

Bloodline.....Bloodline......a name you've heard countless times in your line of work. Apparently, they were sworn enemies with the entire S.E.E. corporation. You weren't sure exactly how big their organization was. Still, compared to the one you were a part of, there was no way they could battle with The Snakes, a name given to any member of S.E.E. Or could they? You heard they were quite notorious, just like Kanes' crew.

Their group had five prominent members, a subunit of the infamous Samoan Dynasty. They were intelligent, cunning, vicious men that knew the ins and outs of any part of the United States. They were that influential and powerful. They acquired a lot of territory you wouldn't cross into unless you were looking for trouble. You weren't familiar with what they looked like. However, you knew that their leader was an intellectual, a man of great stature. He was the one who put the Bloodline crew together at a young age, or at least that's what you've heard from whispers by fellow Snakes here. He was known as the Tribal Chief, the Head of The Table, the Greatest of All Time. You name it; he had it all. He was a menace to society, described by some as Satan himself. No one and I mean no one, crossed him and didn't pay the ultimate price.

The Samoan Dynasty was a corporation of wild, rebellious individuals. They had several clubs scattered about in the United States, particularly Florida, their central drug city. Some called them harmless, loving people that took care of their own. But much like a lion's pride, if you threatened what was theirs or their family....be prepared to fight until death.

A "peace" treaty was signed some time ago by both S.E.E. and Samoan Dynasty members, swearing not to cross each other's borders unless you were looking for trouble. Since then, the two corporations have had little to no problems. However, this minor (well, major) bad deal has caused conflict. Now the Samoan Dynasty have taken Kane's men on their territory, trying to export drugs, as a sign of aggression. A breaking on their part of the treaty. It was only a matter of time before the elders of the dynasty summoned one of their most elite subunits, The Bloodline, to unleash punishment. Now, they would be coming for any of Kane's men, not caring what rank they were. They would do away with Kane and his men if need be. You once heard that the Bloodline fought against one of Kane's subunits, killing them all, decapitating their heads, and sending them to Kane as a warning. But that was just a rumor, and you sure wouldn't ask anyone if it were true. But if it were, the Bloodline was one hell of a force to be reckoned with.

As Kane continued talking, you spaced out. Your mind wondered if you would get a call soon telling you you'd be hired for the primary school job. The only reason you didn't want Kane knowing was because he didn't want you getting distracted. He always wanted you to be alert, even when you weren't on S.E.E. territory. Enemies of The Snakes could be anywhere, in ordinary settings, so you had to be on the lookout. You couldn't let your guard down. Otherwise, you'd be taken captive by enemy corporations or dead. However, you wanted to live an everyday life outside of the mafia. You wanted to have something to at least make you feel safe.

You have not talked to your parents or any family member since you started working for Kane. He said that sometimes enemies could find out where your loved ones lived and do horrible things to them to get you to cooperate with them. And though that was difficult to imagine, it was the truth. You knew the consequences of working for Kane, meaning that your consequences could become your family's or friends' problems. Therefore, you only socialize a little. You kept to yourself at school, isolating yourself from people around you. You did it not only for your safety but for theirs. You didn't want anyone to get hurt because of you. So, how did you and Mercedes become so close?

You met her before working for Kane, so you refused to let her go as a friend. Did he like it? No, but once Lavinia gave him a full report on who Mercedes was, she wasn't seen as a threat. Thank God for Lavinia. She's in charge of searching and finding information on anyone necessary. Suppose red flags came up during her investigation. In that case, she'd alert Garnet, who'd inform Kane, who'd inform Sage or any other assassin, and have the person killed.

Kane continued to go on and on until he finally broke you out of your trance with the call of your name. You immediately sit up straight, looking at him, confused. You weren't sure what he'd just said to you, but it was something Sage didn't like, as she stood to her feet in rejection.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" you asked, hoping he'd ignore that you weren't even paying attention to him.

"I said, I'd like you to take on this special mission. One that will require a lot of you," he spoke, his tone serious yet soft.

All eyes were on you as everyone awaited your response.

"I-I well....I umm-" Sage quickly cut you off, standing her ground against Kane. She couldn't believe the words that just came out of his mouth.

You? Go against the Bloodline?! A rookie against a skilled group of men who'd have you dead in seconds? You?!

"Are you serious, Kane?! You're going to send her to go after the Bloodline?! The Bloodline?! The same ones that nearly killed half of your men when you stepped onto their territory two years ago! The same ones who killed my brother! She's no match for them. That's like sending a baby deer to a coalition of lions. She'd be dead as soon as she walked on their territory. Send me instead, I can-" Kane rudely cut her off.

"I know what I'm doing, Sage. They will recognize you if you even step onto the Bloodline's soil. Y/N is just as innocent as they come. They'd never suspect her to be working for us. We need to have her to do this mission. Of course, I won't send her alone. That would be quite stupid of me and unsafe for her. I will send two Shadows with her." Kane said, referring to two people that would follow you wherever you went, but you'd never see them. They were mysterious people who would step in whenever trouble was too much. They'd watch over you, making sure no enemy came too close. They were the "kill on sight" type of people. No questions asked.

You stood to your feet, nodding your head. This could be your big break. This could be your moment to prove what you were made of finally. You were tired of being The Snakes joke, and you were more than that. And you'd prove it. Prove it by taking revenge on the Bloodline. You took a deep breath before accepting Kane's offer.

"I accept your offer, Kane. Whatever is required of me, I will do it," you said, steadying your voice. Knowing it would be detected quickly, you couldn't show any ounce of doubt. No matter how much the thought of crossing the Bloodline scared you, you wouldn't show any ounce of weakness. You had to do this.

He nods, satisfied with your answer. "Alrighty then, it's set. However, you know the drill. If there is anyone that objects, speak now, or bite your tongue." he says as you both turn to face the remaining Snakes in the room.

They all looked around at each other. Some had unsure looks on their faces, while others looked on in agreement. All except Sage. She said nothing. She took her place back in her seat.

"We have no rejections." everyone finally said after a moment of silence. Kane nods before looking over at you.

He lifts his right hand, signaling for you to pledge, a ritual Snakes often do when accepting a mission.

"Repeat after me. I, Y/N, take this mission with all seriousness. I will become like a snake, seeking whom I will devour. I will not spare any prey in my path. Everyone is my enemy. I will not slack on this mission. I will not stop until it is complete. My enemies will be bitten, for my venom is lethal. I know that if I should fall into the hands of the enemy, I will not disclose anything about the S.E.E. corporation. I know the consequences of betraying The Snakes. I know that if the enemies try to convince me to betray you all, I will become the prey. Therefore, I am willing to give my all, including my undying loyalty to The Snakes. Snakes, forever." he says, as you repeat every word after him.

He nods, accepting your pledge. "You know what comes next. You will receive a snake pendant to represent that you are officially a part of the S.E.E. corporation. However, you will not earn your true snake bite unless you complete this mission. Do you understand?" he asks, pulling a snake pendant from his pocket, preparing to place it on your dress.

That's it.....it was official. You now had a mission to complete. Kill the most elite of the Samoan Dynasty, The Bloodline.

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You watch as the gates of the S.E.E. headquarters close behind you. You were now heading towards the club to meet with Mercedes. Your mind was heavy with what you were asked to do on this mission. You were given a file full of background information on every Bloodline member. You were assigned seven days to complete this mission. And seven days only. You were to kill every member of the Bloodline, sparing no one. You were instructed to go from the "weakest" member to the strongest. You're unsure who was the weakest, but you had to move fast. Time was ticking. If they were as clever and dangerous as people have said, you had to play smart. You had to play their game. They didn't know what was coming for them. You'd attack them, one by one, and bring honor to the S.E.E. corporation. Just the thought made you smile to yourself.

It takes you only a short time before you're at the club parking lot, parking your car to greet Mercedes. She stood, waiting patiently outside the club for you. Once she saw you, she giggled, running over to you to embrace you.

"Hey bitch, you ready to fuck shit up!?!" she yelled, obviously having some drinks already in her system.

"Yeah, come on, birthday girl. It's time to party." you grinned as you two entered the club.

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Feedback and constructive criticism are welcome! Thanks for reading!

Before you go, lemme introduce you all to some of the characters introduced in this first part:

Mercedes

Cypher

Zee

Lavinia

Garnet

A.T.

and last but not least, Sage.

@romanstheory Sis, you are the real one. You inspired me to get back into writing. I hope you like this, and please let me know what I can do to improve my writing. <3

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