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The God's Right Hand Man

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>God, it felt like forever
>The rich get richer, the poor get-- children
>at least from your circumstance it was children
>children
>you loved her unconditionally "Anna"
>your cream shirt stuck damply against your skin..pressing your feathers tight against your back
>your suit added to the discomfort...silver matte, slightly pinstriped...."heavy and hot"
>Anna would be out of school soon... your daughter
>you shifted your position against the wall you were leaning on, the thin paint job scraping your suit ever so much to detour you
>you snapped, tarnished and out of place
Son of a bitch.. peice of sh-erhhh!
>you turned about, trying to rub paint flakes off your back with a claw
>you removed the suit coat and swung it over a shoulder
Guess I'll do without
>you glanced up, parents.. also waiting
>one was staring you down...the world plastered nasty on his face..
>the thought of his words never came to fruition
>you glared on haughtily, guessing, making up a story, a comeback, anything really
>The bell rang
>the tension released, old man whipped forward with a smile
>screams of delight and youth filled the sticky air
>you watch the monotonous filing system of grades...A teacher or two braving the sea of adolescence
>you scan for a bit, trying to spot Anna, but to no avail
Must be in the back of a line
>you wait
>Parents come and go, grabbing there kids and running off
>Thoughts trace your mind...none of importance, some worth noting
Davison would have that list by morning
Morning
>nothing made sense, a ringing, a--
Daddy!
>she jumped, spreading her wings for a brief second
>she found your stomach, pressing her beak against you
>you caught her and embarrassed her
Hows daddys little girl doin'?
"goood"
How was school?
"oh, it was- it's fun!"
what was so fun about it?
"James is in my class from last year! remember him Daddy?"
I do..I do
She went on talking, but you found yourself distracted again...
you'd work on that
>She never stopped talking, but you didn't mind...
>you loved her
>she was your daughter
>the walk home was about as cliche as you could make it
>you thought again, your scheduled finding place
coffee shop, 8am, uh docket...spreadsheet the--the report, the-
"what coffee shop daddy?"
oh... nothing Anna, just business stuff-don't worry about it
>you tried to change the subject
>you knew she felt excluded..she'd always complained about it
>it was empirical, she was a trouble maker
>like father, like daughter
>you were glad she behaved today
say! why don't we grab some ice cream
"*gasp* you mean it!!"
yep, we can stop by Jerseys in a bit
"oh daddy! you're the best!"
you weren't trying to buy her off, but since the opportunity reared its ugly head, you decided to go with it
Ice cream, at Jerseys it is
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IC3FHpSbKC4 [Embed]
>You ate, you left.. Anna was happy
>5pm...
We should really get home Anna, It's getting late
"ok daddy"
>with that you left, the feeling still stale and petrified in your chest
>you got home to your place- a small apartment left side of 8th and Jefferson
>good, good enough for your family in the mean time
>Anna leaped through the door, stumbling through yesterdays mess
"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!"
"Yes Anna!" "how was your first day of school?"
"oh Mommy! Daddy took me to ice cream! it was sooooo good! and-and jamess! he's in way class too! and-"
>you hadn't stepped through the door yet and she was off
>you wish you were all young like that still,
>all the energy in the world, none of the cares or challenges you'd ever hope to scale
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>you wait by the doorway
>oh god, you were in for it now
"Mike! what, did, I, say?"
No sweets before din-
"no sweets before dinner, and what did you do?
listen, sugar...I-I'm havin' a rough day aright? she wanted ice cr-
"rough, heh..your day was rough? DPS wouldn't renew my-"
I told you-
>you got closer to her, ignoring the door and everything but, Sara
To wait
>you ran a claw down her check, frustration nailed her eyes closed in an attempt to soothe the blossoming anger
I-I..look, a'hm sorry sugar...It's just Franson's bringing the spreadsheet tomorrow and if it ain't good news-
>you spoke faster, finding your words ever so ineffable
"I understand"
>You glanced back at the door, you looked back at Sara
>your touch had gone into a embrace, one you wished to never separate..
>a cool breeze had blown through and despite your inflictions, you stayed there...
>call it what you want, she loved it
>she knew she meant the world to you, and she would abuse it...within her own abide
"Now...would you be a dear and wash the dishes before supper"
>you whispered, fearing Anna being near
gh, damn..looks like I might need... payment afterwards
>you gave a warm smile, malice-free, fully aware of the demand
>she returned the expression
"oh, only if insist Mr. Watson... I'll be *expecting* you...
>she turned with a jolt and glazed your neck with her tail...
>she retreated to the kitchen, where evidently, Anna was coloring
"Mommy, Mommy! Look!
>she proudly lifted the booklet, knocking a few crayons astray
"oh, very nice! what is it Anna?"
"Its ice cream! this ones got sprinkles and-
>you bent down, picking the stray crayons from the ground
>replacing them on the table you studied the kitchen a bit more
>on the counter laid a small bowl of salad and a fairly large chunk of some de-thawing meat
Ooh, nice
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7bW75OwVXZI [Embed]
>Diner came and past
>your wife's solicitousness toned you down a good burden
>the impression had you laid back...actually enjoying a diner for once
>the mad scramble that usually solidified shortly there after, decompressed like out of a old novelty cinema
>two more days to the weekend, but the thought never struck you legitimate...
>Sara would work tomorrow again, you'd have to pick up Anna, would you..? yeah, you would
Damn...
>The snap of silence broke your thoughts, reality--clarifying
>you got distracted again..
"Mark!"
whu-what?
>Anna was fixated on you, her innocent eyes filling with questions, many demanding answers..
>she tried to repeat you
"Ann-..*sigh* Anna, please don't repeat what your father says, its a bad word
>she gasped, as if a faint, quiet devil would snatch her tongue at any moment
"I- I- didn't mean it! Mommy! I-
Its ok sugar, daddy's got to watch his mouth more often..
"Mark.."
*sigh* I'm sorry
>the little split in paradise ruined the mood..
>just enough to make tension evident
>and then..
>the doorbell rang
>you propped up in your chair, the doorbell rang again
This late? really?
>you stood up relatively the same time Sara stood
I got it, I got it..
>you flicked the porch lights and fumbled with the peep-hole
>Franson, what the hell, what does he-
>you close the bronze hatch
>with the slightest bit of patients you jerk the door agape
>Franson stood there like the big shit head he was
>he'd always stood hunched and recluse
>his suit, an Italian mix ball point blue two sizes too big, folded saccharine against his thin figure
>you always laughed at the irony of it all
>his temper always got the best of him, he was anything but sweet
Franson! don't you know its-
"I know! I know! Let me in! this is important!"
oh jesus, what did you do this-
>he barged in, not waiting a second longer
>you two were friends, but you hated when he did shit like that
Hey! the wife and I are eating dinner, whats so important?
>he watched you as the door closed
>he was in a world of shit again, you could see it in his face
Franson, what did YOU do?
>you notice blood on the cuff of his right pant leg, a few scratches here and there...
>the light inside gave you a better understanding
"I-I was d-down at the docks, right?"
"y-you know..the zeracota delivery"
>you looked at Sara, the look she knew all to well
>she pulled Anna to her room and locked the door in a hurry (Daddy's doin' business)
>Franson continued where he paused
"S-so gad and a f-few fellas come to f-fuck us over...his c-crew, 5-6 dudes charge the place, stole-"
Wait! WAIT! Gad!? That lousy fuck..HOW MUCH DID HE-
"20 kilos..."
TWENT- Fffuckkck
WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP HIM?
"I-I, I tried boss...I-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Am-20IeY5nQ [Embed]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DUAaDVmkQMc [Embed]
>The window to the left of the door shattered, sending shards of glass inward
somewhere in the commotion you heard Sara scream
HOLY SHIT! FRANSON!
"AH! I know!
>who ever the little shits were, you could hear them run...
Shit, Get to the closet
>you leaped for the hall closet near your Bedroom
>you flung it open, tossing junk about like a madman
>A shoe box near the top shelve slid down between your talons
>A few pistols, ammunition, and a fairly modified kitchen knife (you're gunna fuck shit up big time)
Franson, catch..
>you tossed him a gun and a few loose bullets
>you jumped to Anna's room, practically smashing your face through the door
IS EVERYONE OK?
"yes! yes!"
I'LL BE RIGHT BACK! STAY IN THE HOUSE! DO WHAT WE PLANNED!
>you didn't have time for answers anymore
>you shot out through the door after the bastards with Franson
>It took a bit, but you caught up to them
>A firefight ensues
>you couldn't tell how many there were, more than three, less than five....
Shit..
FRANSON, YOU FUCKING LED THEM TO ME HOUSE! MY HOUSE FRANSON!
>he didn't answer
>he didn't want to

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ji9ZR5KBS4g [Embed]
>God, it felt like forever
>The rich get richer, the poor get-- children
>at least from your circumstance it was children
>children
>you loved her unconditionally "Anna"
>your cream shirt stuck damply against your skin..pressing your feathers tight against your back
>your suit added to the discomfort...silver matte, slightly pinstriped...."heavy and hot"
>Anna would be out of school soon... your daughter
>you shifted your position against the wall you were leaning on, the thin paint job scraping your suit ever so much to detour you
>you snapped, tarnished and out of place
Son of a bitch.. peice of sh-erhhh!
>you turned about, trying to rub paint flakes off your back with a claw
>you removed the suit coat and swung it over a shoulder
Guess I'll do without
>you glanced up, parents.. also waiting
>one was staring you down...the world plastered nasty on his face..
>the thought of his words never came to fruition
>you glared on haughtily, guessing, making up a story, a comeback, anything really
>The bell rang
>the tension released, old man whipped forward with a smile
>screams of delight and youth filled the sticky air
>you watch the monotonous filing system of grades...A teacher or two braving the sea of adolescence
>you scan for a bit, trying to spot Anna, but to no avail
Must be in the back of a line
>you wait
>Parents come and go, grabbing there kids and running off
>Thoughts trace your mind...none of importance, some worth noting
Davison would have that list by morning
Morning
>nothing made sense, a ringing, a--
Daddy!
>she jumped, spreading her wings for a brief second
>she found your stomach, pressing her beak against you
>you caught her and embarrassed her
Hows daddys little girl doin'?
"goood"
How was school?
"oh, it was- it's fun!"
what was so fun about it?
"James is in my class from last year! remember him Daddy?"
I do..I do
She went on talking, but you found yourself distracted again...
you'd work on that

>She never stopped talking, but you didn't mind...
>you loved her
>she was your daughter
>the walk home was about as cliche as you could make it
>you thought again, your scheduled finding place
coffee shop, 8am, uh docket...spreadsheet the--the report, the-
"what coffee shop daddy?"
oh... nothing Anna, just business stuff-don't worry about it
>you tried to change the subject
>you knew she felt excluded..she'd always complained about it
>it was empirical, she was a trouble maker
>like father, like daughter
>you were glad she behaved today
say! why don't we grab some ice cream
"*gasp* you mean it!!"
yep, we can stop by Jerseys in a bit
"oh daddy! you're the best!"
you weren't trying to buy her off, but since the opportunity reared its ugly head, you decided to go with it
Ice cream, at Jerseys it is

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IC3FHpSbKC4 [Embed]
>You ate, you left.. Anna was happy
>5pm...
We should really get home Anna, It's getting late
"ok daddy"
>with that you left, the feeling still stale and petrified in your chest
>you got home to your place- a small apartment left side of 8th and Jefferson
>good, good enough for your family in the mean time
>Anna leaped through the door, stumbling through yesterdays mess
"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!"
"Yes Anna!" "how was your first day of school?"
"oh Mommy! Daddy took me to ice cream! it was sooooo good! and-and jamess! he's in way class too! and-"
>you hadn't stepped through the door yet and she was off
>you wish you were all young like that still,
>all the energy in the world, none of the cares or challenges you'd ever hope to scale

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfRSZ2kYvXs [Embed]
>you wait by the doorway
>oh god, you were in for it now
"Mike! what, did, I, say?"
No sweets before din-
"no sweets before dinner, and what did you do?
listen, sugar...I-I'm havin' a rough day aright? she wanted ice cr-
"rough, heh..your day was rough? DPS wouldn't renew my-"
I told you-
>you got closer to her, ignoring the door and everything but, Sara
To wait
>you ran a claw down her check, frustration nailed her eyes closed in an attempt to soothe the blossoming anger
I-I..look, a'hm sorry sugar...It's just Franson's bringing the spreadsheet tomorrow and if it ain't good news-
>you spoke faster, finding your words ever so ineffable 
"I understand"
>You glanced back at the door, you looked back at Sara
>your touch had gone into a embrace, one you wished to never separate..
>a cool breeze had blown through and despite your inflictions, you stayed there...
>call it what you want, she loved it
>she knew she meant the world to you, and she would abuse it...within her own abide 
"Now...would you be a dear and wash the dishes before supper"
>you whispered, fearing Anna being near
gh, damn..looks like I might need... payment afterwards
>you gave a warm smile, malice-free, fully aware of the demand
>she returned the expression 
"oh, only if insist Mr. Watson... I'll be *expecting* you...
>she turned with a jolt and glazed your neck with her tail...
>she retreated to the kitchen, where evidently, Anna was coloring
"Mommy, Mommy! Look!
>she proudly lifted the booklet, knocking a few crayons astray 
"oh, very nice! what is it Anna?"
"Its ice cream! this ones got sprinkles and-
>you bent down, picking the stray crayons from the ground
>replacing them on the table you studied the kitchen a bit more
>on the counter laid a small bowl of salad and a fairly large chunk of some de-thawing meat
Ooh, nice

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7bW75OwVXZI [Embed]
>Diner came and past
>your wife's solicitousness toned you down a good burden
>the impression had you laid back...actually enjoying a diner for once
>the mad scramble that usually solidified shortly there after, decompressed like out of a old novelty cinema 
>two more days to the weekend, but the thought never struck you legitimate...
>Sara would work tomorrow again, you'd have to pick up Anna, would you..? yeah, you would
Damn...
>The snap of silence broke your thoughts, reality--clarifying 
>you got distracted again..
"Mark!"
whu-what?
>Anna was fixated on you, her innocent eyes filling with questions, many demanding answers..
>she tried to repeat you
"Ann-..*sigh* Anna, please don't repeat what your father says, its a bad word
>she gasped, as if a faint, quiet devil would snatch her tongue at any moment
"I- I- didn't mean it! Mommy! I-
Its ok sugar, daddy's got to watch his mouth more often..
"Mark.."
*sigh* I'm sorry
>the little split in paradise ruined the mood..
>just enough to make tension evident
>and then..
>the doorbell rang
>you propped up in your chair, the doorbell rang again
This late? really?
>you stood up relatively the same time Sara stood
I got it, I got it..
>you flicked the porch lights and fumbled with the peep-hole
>Franson, what the hell, what does he-
>you close the bronze hatch
>with the slightest bit of patients you jerk the door agape 
>Franson stood there like the big shit head he was
>he'd always stood hunched and recluse 
>his suit, an Italian mix ball point blue two sizes too big, folded saccharine against his thin figure
>you always laughed at the irony of it all
>his temper always got the best of him, he was anything but sweet
Franson! don't you know its-
"I know! I know! Let me in! this is important!"
oh jesus, what did you do this-
>he barged in, not waiting a second longer
>you two were friends, but you hated when he did shit like that
Hey! the wife and I are eating dinner, whats so important?
>he watched you as the door closed
>he was in a world of shit again, you could see it in his face
Franson, what did YOU do?
>you notice blood on the cuff of his right pant leg, a few scratches here and there...
>the light inside gave you a better understanding
"I-I was d-down at the docks, right?"
"y-you know..the zeracota delivery"
>you looked at Sara, the look she knew all to well
>she pulled Anna to her room and locked the door in a hurry (Daddy's doin' business) 
>Franson continued where he paused
"S-so gad and a f-few fellas come to f-fuck us over...his c-crew, 5-6 dudes charge the place, stole-"
Wait! WAIT! Gad!? That lousy fuck..HOW MUCH DID HE-
"20 kilos..."
TWENT- Fffuckkck
WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP HIM?
"I-I, I tried boss...I-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Am-20IeY5nQ [Embed]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DUAaDVmkQMc [Embed]
>The window to the left of the door shattered, sending shards of glass inward
somewhere in the commotion you heard Sara scream
HOLY SHIT! FRANSON!
"AH! I know!
>who ever the little shits were, you could hear them run...
Shit, Get to the closet
>you leaped for the hall closet near your Bedroom
>you flung it open, tossing junk about like a madman
>A shoe box near the top shelve slid down between your talons
>A few pistols, ammunition, and a fairly modified kitchen knife (you're gunna fuck shit up big time)
Franson, catch..
>you tossed him a gun and a few loose bullets
>you jumped to Anna's room, practically smashing your face through the door
IS EVERYONE OK?
"yes! yes!"
I'LL BE RIGHT BACK! STAY IN THE HOUSE! DO WHAT WE PLANNED!
>you didn't have time for answers anymore
>you shot out through the door after the bastards with Franson
>It took a bit, but you caught up to them
>A firefight ensues
>you couldn't tell how many there were, more than three, less than five....
Shit..
FRANSON, YOU FUCKING LED THEM TO ME HOUSE! MY HOUSE FRANSON!
>he didn't answer
>he didn't want to

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