Drifters
By
Marcus Dewayne Banks
The
Prince awoke in the cell to the face of Van outside of it. He didn’t know how
she had gotten there but it was so unexpected he didn’t know if she was really
there or not. He felt the fear rush through him like a blade and he stood
gasping for air. He ran to the glass she was staring at him through as he
yelled something unintelligible to her. She backed away from the glass and stepped
back several feet. She too looked very afraid. She looked to her right and a
guard began approaching. The Prince was still in intake he had yet to be put in
population but he was sure once he reached there he would be attacked. Van
began using the pay phone next to his cell. He briefly began to wonder who she
was calling. He watched intently as she talked and tears started to fall from
her eyes. He didn’t know what was being said but it did not look like good news.
The guard stood in front of the cell and motioned for The Prince to back away.
Van caught his eye for a moment and she was escorted back into the cell next to
his. It didn’t look like they would be able to escape. The Prince sat back on
the concrete bench in the cell and sighed. He knew he couldn’t go back to
sleep. He was losing his mind and they were refusing to give him his
medication. He did not know where this road would end<
His
main concern at the moment was to get the computer chip out of his head. He
didn’t know when the Yakuza hit squad would arrive and replace the staff with
the holograms. But the witches and other supernatural creatures were on their
way. He was the point man as usual in the operation but with his illness at its
peak he didn’t know if he would make the right choices when it was time to
execute the plan. One false move could result in someone’s death and the entire
Satan’s Prophets team was assembled for the hit. He didn’t remember why he was
in jail. He was deep into his prophecy. He was speaking directly to the web,
Satan, and God as well as the Goddess. There was no cure for this. The hospital
staff did not know how sick he was. He appeared normal to them. Well almost
normal. Despite beating up the biggest guy in the bullpen, than convincing the
some men in the shower he was a pimp that sold male prostitutes he was coherent
to them and just seem like some sociopath. He had lost track of time however,
he had lost his mind. Seeing Van brought him back to reality…he knew if Van had
got on the phone there was only one person she would have called. The hit was
beginning and very soon.
Several
Months Earlier
Vincent
sat in the backseat of the Benz with a towel wrapped around his bloody leg. Van
was complaining about him bleeding on her leather seats and The Prince was
driving through the backstreets of Augusta like a madman. The Prince being
behind the wheel made things even worse in Vincent’s mind. The Prince was the
only person he wanted behind the wheel at a time like this but The Prince raced
cars for fun in the past. He became
almost psychotic when driving. He took joy in controlling something that big
made out of metal without having to use his powers.
“Fucking
Christ you maniac you shot me,” Vincent said under his breath as he grit his
teeth.
“Should
have shot him in the head,” Van said as she finished rolling the marijuana in
the passenger seat. Her long hair was still damp and she was annoyed as well as
agitated that Vincent kept talking. She didn’t regret beating him. She was
ordered to. She also agreed to why
Vincent was supposed to be attacked. She would have killed him if it was
needed. She and Vincent were close but
Vincent was doing things he had no business doing. He was asking the wrong
questions. She lit the huge spliff and took a long drag. They still hadn’t met
the person controlling the Earth though. The quakes were even more dangerous
now that they were on the road. Van couldn’t drive under those circumstances.
If the road began to deteriorate there was only person who could handle the
Benz and that would be the Prince.
Raven
was on the speaker phone as they drove. “Marcus, I still can’t get a lock on
this dude. And yes I said dude. I do know it is a dude. But I can’t get
anything else. I don’t know how that is possible. I am the web. I am infinite.
I am the waves….I just….”
Raven
sounded defeated and worried. The Prince made a sharp turn.
“Where
are you taking me you blasted heathens? You want to kill me? The last pure
blooded white man? Where would you be without me? I helped start this organization.
Does the Angel know about you and Raven kidnapping Innocent? How about you
killing that Drug Lord over some sex tape? You’ve got me and Van on the run and
you in some condo having sex and eating home cooked meals like the world is
your playground. Prince you’ve changed,” Vincent was muttering as he kept
pressure applied to his thigh. “You’re
Hollywood now. The success of Ice and your plans in the industry…it’s as if you
have lost vision. You think Heaven is going to be one big ass party. We already
are partying. I drink Cristal and Rothschild with you while we watched the MMA
fights in my parent’s mansion just weeks ago. We own the cocaine trade right
now in several states. What more do you want?”
“I know
what I want. I want to know who the hell almost killed my fiancé,” Raven ‘s
voiced echoed through the car. Raven was also controlling the GPS . Vincent was
telepathically a beacon to the mysterious man that had almost drowned The
Prince and Vincent had reassured everyone he would meet with them only after
Vincent was safe.
Vincent
cursed loudly. The car swerved. Van passed the joint to Vincent in the
backseat.
“That
will help with the pain,” Van said as she leaned back in her seat and closed
her eyes.
“If you
must know Vincent we are heading to an abandoned warehouse downtown. She has
reprogramed some doctors that are meeting us there to treat your leg. With my
powers the bullet we can get that bullet out now problem. Hopefully there is no
nerve damage,” The Prince said as he pressed down on the gas harder. With Raven controlling the perception of the
world around them no cops were around and the streets were bare. Most people
pulled over thinking they were still driving some though were just in the middle
of the street in their cars dead the homicidal Raven not sparing them and just
unplugging them from the Matrix. Vincent
had overheard her tell the Prince she was giving him an obstacle course to
weave through. The cost of life meant nothing to her nowadays. When Vincent
first met her he knew she wasn’t the smiling person they showed on the Disney
Channel but he never knew she would become the monster she was today until he
saw the video she recorded of the death of the woman that had recorded the sex
tape with Jet Lee. It was the torture that scared him. He feared she may be
doing the same thing to Innocent. He was running out of options and all he
wanted to do was see his ex-high school sweetheart in one piece. Both Innocents
were missing. The main woman that could
save the world was now in the hands of one of the sickest possessive beings he
had ever encountered. He was a bit
scared. He didn’t know if Raven held him responsible for the actions of the
Investigator his original had sent. He was just happy to be alive. He had to
think of something though. He felt his time was running out.
It seemed like hours they drove hitting different
streets. They were all over Augusta. Vincent was calming down. The complaints
meant nothing and it was only pissing Van off. He hit the joint until it was a
roach than asked Van to roll another. She did. It was Senzu strain. He helped
fund Van through botanist school. She started the Paul Pierce strain they had
Innocent smoke. He was so glad she hadn’t hit him in the face. The only person
that had ever hit him the face was Innocent he didn’t know what he would’ve
done if he had. He realized he was in over his head a bit. He didn’t know what
was next. He just wanted to see the damage to his leg. He could still move it
so he knew he wasn’t paralyzed and the Prince telling him he was going to
doctors was good. If they wanted him dead why would he still be alive?
They finally parked back at the docks but near a side
street. There was the abandoned building.
“There is no building,” The Prince said. “It’s all a
hologram. A solid one there are three doctor’s in there. We already discussed
this before I left Vincent. I had a prophecy before I left the house. I didn’t
have time to tell you. I knew you would over react but dammit Vincent reading
Van’s mind what the hell was I supposed to do? You’re the one who’s changing.
Too many days at the tennis court when I want to do that shit Michael Jackson
and his sister were doing in the Scream video. Break some priceless artwork
while we watch Anime on flat screens.”
“I am not a monster and I never have been. You know I
understand your mission more than anyone else. You are one of my best friends.
We are partners and have been for years. I remember when we watched that
episode of city guys and started selling cocaine in high school,” The Prince
motioned and Van began rolling another joint. “I think you should chill the
fuck out bro. None of us make moves without the crew. How far did you think you
were going to get on the deep web before Raven caught you? Maybe you wanted to get
caught. Who knows? I just think you should grow as a person before you try to
grow as a God. You’ve been living like some playboy. You’re the one who has
changed to me Vincent.”
Vincent chuckled.
“I just want to see the doctors Prince I don’t think we are going to
reach an agreement in this matter.”
Van looked back and forth between The Prince and
Vincent and frowned. She stepped outside the Benz and opened Vincent’s door.
She lifted him with her powers than closed the car door behind herself.
The Prince looked at the duffle bag Van left in front
of her seat. He now knew why Vincent would need the cane he was told to bring in
his prophecy.
“Did you get it,” The Prince asked Raven still on the
Galaxy that was on speaker phone.
“I got it.
Never seen you drive like that Marcus. It was incredible to view. No turning
back now.”
“Save it on file. When we destroy the city the
traffic jam is going to kill so many people.”
“You forget one thing Marcus.”
“What’s that?”
“Traffic lights,” She began laughing loudly almost
hysterically.
The Prince almost cringed. He once read in an
Excalibur comic in a panel where Kitty Pride was watching her boyfriend eat
that it was impossible to turn away when seeing a car crash. He knew Raven
would record the entire thing and put it on her Deep and Dark web sites. So
much carnage when the time was right.
“Sarafina,” The Prince said. “I don’t understand how
I fell for someone so brutal but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Even when I kill those THOTs I catch you with.”
“It’s hide and seek.”
“Not when you say I do Mr. Banks.”
The Prince laughed.
“How are the kids,” The Prince asked rubbing his
hands along the steering wheel.
“Shakur is
doing homework and Trunks is watching Drunken Master. Everything is fine.”
The Prince nodded. He swallowed trying to get the
grim taste out of his mouth. He didn’t know how much damage Vincent had done.
He was eager to meet the investigator though.
“I know you’ve got to go my love but please make this
promise to me,” Raven said.
“What’s that?”
“You make it back in one piece.”
Author’s Note
I thank everyone for reading this chapter. It took so
much to get this done. I have been in jail and asylums for the last two months.
I am going to attempt to explain what happened to me as best I can but know
this, I was on the wrong medication for 8 years. I hit a rock bottom unlike any
other I have ever experience and if it wasn’t for the love of who I am deeply
inside I would not be here.
Many things have changed. I have several books about
ownership I am about to get into later this week and I am heading places I
never fathomed would be possible in my chaotic life. I don’t believe one should
doubt oneself but my city is worse than Sodom. I live in hell. That was the
name of the song I wrote about my city eleven years ago. Hell. It is hell. I am
sick of this place. I need a change of pace. I am heading to California after I
tie up some loose ends to meet with some heavyweights. I just wish my city
would get off the dumb shit. I have fans in Germany and these people are
worried about the legacy of James Brown still. The man didn’t care about his
legacy (those are his kids) and I meant what I said I sold drugs to his
daughter. It usually doesn’t hurt me to do such things but that did because I
saw how much her father meant to her. If this city really cared about James
Brown why is his daughter buying crack cocaine and living on the street? I know
when I die people will be all over my dick as it’s rotting. Let me make my will
right now because you never know.
If and when I die Raven owns everything as long as we
were together before I passed. If Raven doesn’t cosign it it is not
official. So all the stories I’m sure
are to come about how cool we were keep them shits. I am highly bored. I trust
only Raven. I am only Raven’s. That is all. My cousins Tyra Banks and Nicholas
Goodman also should be involved in Raven’s enjoyment of telling the world how
inspirational she was to me. I only want her.
Period. All you people that have
been feeding me lies about Raven die slow…this new album Perfect Blue about her
is the shit you have been waiting for. I about a quarter of the way through the
album and after it is complete their will be no discussion of who the best
right now in this present state of hip hop. The game is trash. I don’t want to
hear this shit anymore. The game is trash. I have an agenda and somebodies
career will be tarnished forever. There is no coming back from Perfect Blue and
we are doing this the right way. Promotions, videos, marketing, I want to show
these labels I know how to handle myself. That is all. So stay tuned. More book
excerpts, screen captured gameplay, new season of Otaku Café, fashion, etc. All
the things I said I was going to do before my illness struck are still
happening except this time they are not stopping and if they are stopped you
have to answer to Raven. I’d rather die on my feet than live on my knees. I am
not running around like some insane man. I am logical. I just want to be
impactful. I just want to let people hear some dope shit. The fucking hate I
get just for being me is unbelievable. I don’t push anything on you. You don’t have
to come to this blog. You don’t have to watch everything I do. I live for one
persons approval. My own. I just want to be happy, and she makes me happy. This
fantasy world I live in keeps m sane. It keeps me not spazzing and going back
to prison. It keeps me not feeling suicidal. The thought that she cares
comforts all my ill will. All I need is you.
All I need is you Rae.
Until next time…
See ya Space Cowboy.
