Excerpt from The Apprentice

What you are about to read is an excerpt from a short story titled “The Apprentice” (No relation to Pres. Trump) . This story will be featured in my book Terrorbytes coming fall 2017.

I got my first shot at the big time at seventeen, that was when the opportunity of a lifetime walked right into my life. I ain’t never have no brothers or sisters but when I met Jacob at that YMCA it was like finding out I had a long lost one all along. We had so much in common; just like me both his parents were dead, or junkies, I think, nevertheless nobody even noticed he left his foster home. Of course he looked up to me as an older brother, so understandably I took him under my wing. He stayed with me for about a week and it was a week I will always treasure, I grew so much and learned a lot about myself too.

One beautiful day we took a shortcut home through a junkyard I used to play in as a kid. As soon as we got over the gate we darted off, nearly losing each other running around seeing who could find the coolest thing.

I was mesmerized by the way the sun shine gave this day a glow, it almost felt like a dream. That’s when I saw it, like a sign from GOD. There was a machete jetting from a dog in a rusted through car trunk. It’s almost as if I were chosen, pulling Excalibur from the stone. I turned around and Jacob was trying to build a pyramid out of mufflers. I watched for a while as he made amazing progress. It was magnificent, the sight of him as he dug holes to level it out, finding mufflers the same size, cross stacking them, it was a thing of beauty.

He didn’t even see it coming, I ain’t have a steady hand yet so I kinda missed my target. I was goin for his head, instead I went down more into his torso. Shit, either way, it was quick. And I did let him finish his pyramid, so there’s that. Twelve years later and they still ain’t found him buried next to it.

You know what? Lookin back at it I think that might have been me who left that machete there.

Oh well, who needs little brothers anyways.

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To the Victim go the Spoils

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“What makes a man a hero? The question has been asked millions of ways with millions of answers. Some only consider soldiers heroes. Firefighters, police officers, and doctors have their place on the list.  My personal heroes are teachers, a long LONG string of them helped me achieve what I thought I could not. But what about the heroes standing right in front of us? What about the heroes that sit in our blind spots? Doing all they can to make sure we have a place to sleep at night. Those that provide for providers. Where on the list of heroes does a man that gives housing to people seemingly cast from society belong? Is a man a hero if he takes 85 acres builds housing, restaurants, even parks and recreation specifically for people that would otherwise be derelict? No what makes that man a hero is doing all of these things while never asking for thanks, always fulfilling desires and never expressing any wants of his own. It’s time for us to redefine our definition of a hero, and understand that there’s a hero within each and every one of us. That is all your honor.”

“After listening to the closing statements, considering all the evidence, I have decided to rule in favor of the defense Chip Hawkthorne and Hawkeye realty.”

Jack Wagner is the best attorney at his firm, he hasn’t lost a case in nearly 10 years. This has been is biggest win and most controversial case yet. Chip Hawkthorne was accused of inhumane business practices. His tenants claimed his buildings were poorly constructed. His building managers were said to be from suburban areas vastly different from the neighborhood the apartments were in. They took advantage of desperate tenants, forcing women to have sex, even beating those that said no.

Once, Chip raised the rent in an attempt to drive out people that complained about the gang activity. Those people were evicted, however a single mother with 4 sons were also evicted.

Getting out of the the courthouse was a nightmare. A labyrinth of media, social justice warriors, with the final level being the tenants of Hawkthorn Towers.

“I hope you burn in hell for getting that slumlord off”

“If not me then someone else would represent him. The facts were presented, I didn’t make the ruling the judge did.”

“you’re a real piece of shit Wagner, your whole career has been spent rescuing crooked businessmen and over privileged trust fund rapists from what they deserve”

“These people that you speak so lovingly of got exactly what they deserve. It’s not up to me nor you to judge them, we leave it to the impartial and they gave each and every one of these people exactly what they deserve.”

“One day you’re gonna get what you deserve”

“I already got it.”

Jack, being superstitious, celebrates every victory big and small in his same reserved booth at Ruth’s Chris, he has a Porterhouse with a side of asparagus, a glass of Johnnie Walker black label and a Cuban cigar. After this particular win he had a woman accompany him.

“congratulations Wagner, you know even tho Hawkthorne was a pig I’m really proud of you. Well more impressed, I didn’t think you stood a chance defending that guy.”

“Thanks for the compliment I think, you know I don’t choose these cases they’re given to me.”

“Whatever helps you get to sleep at night.”

“you know me, do you really think I would go out of my way to get a case like this?”

“I mean you could always say no right? You’ve got so many great qualities sometimes I wonder if you have some integrity in there.”

“You wanna question my integrity? You’re the face of a makeup line created by a total bigot, when he finally gets sued for racial discrimination I’ll tell him no.”

“glad to see there’s some sort of line that you won’t cross.”

“just because I’m good at my job doesn’t mean I like any of these people. Chip Hawkthorne was a complete idiot, he could barely read the court documents, he probably didn’t even know what he was being sued for.”

“well this has been fun but I think it’s time for me to go home, congrats again on defending such a great guy.”

After sitting alone finishing his meal with a full bottle of Johnnie Walker, Jack staggers to the valet and waits for his car. Determined to finish his night off right he texts his old sexual conquests hoping for a happy ending. After being repeatedly being turned down a car pulls up and a voice calls out for him.

“Mr. Wagner, your ride is here.”

“Gotta love Uber.”

Jack slumps in the back seat in a haze

“home James, ooh actually Wendy’s James my stomach just got it’s second wind.”

Riding for a long while, Jack begins to notice the city growing darker. An unfamiliar smell permeates through the air that begins to make him sick.

“dude where the hell are we?”

“You said you wanted Wendy’s right? We’re about to pull in the drive thru now.”

“good, baconator, spicy chicken nuggets and a frosty. Get something for yourself too.”

Jack soon falls asleep. When he awakens he peers out the window seeing street signs he doesn’t recognize.

“hey what the fuck is going on?”

The car comes to a screeching halt, the driver turns and tases Jack. The last thing he sees before the blindfold went on was the Hawkthorne towers sign.

Wagner wakes up still blindfolded tied up on his knees. The sound of gunshots rang out, and a mysterious burning smell tinged his nostrils. He can hear people talking and setting something metal up.

“please don’t do this! I…I  have money and you can have it all of you just let me go.”

The blindfold is snatched off, Jack soon discovers he is on the roof of Hawkthorne towers. There’s nothing but graffiti and broken glass in front of him. Jack glances back to see a jagged blade rising to the top of a guillotine.

“OH FUUUUCK, FUCK ME, PLEASE PLEEEASE LET ME GO I’ll do whatever you want.

“Too late for that nigga”

Two men force Jack to his feet. Knees trembling Jack continues begging for mercy. A small meek woman steps out of the crowd. She strokes Jack softly on the cheek. She spoke with the softest voice.

“Hello there Mr. Wagner, you may not know me but I think you know my son, he brought you here. The man you defended victoriously today did all he could to put a group of people on the streets a few years ago people facing the threat of death daily. All these people wanted was fair living conditions and Mr. Hawkthorne found this unreasonable. Those people were not all that was made vagrant.”

“I’m so sorry I had nothing to do with that, all I did was my job.”

“and you did your job very well, now it’s time for us to do our job.”

“I’m begging you, please don’t put me in that thing.”

“ Oh, of course not, this is for our guest of honor”

Chip Hawkthorne is dragged screaming out of the building. Hundreds of glass shards embedded in is flesh, he’s strapped to the guillotine.

“it’s a pleasure to finally meet you Mr. Hawkthorne, I’m so sorry it had to be under these conditions.”

Jack’s bowels evacuate as a masked executioner pulls the lever. He watches the blade drop, plunging into Chip’s neck. The first try doesn’t decapitate him completely so the executioner finishes the job with bare hands. Once it was detached the head was  put on a pike on display for the cheering tenants below. Silence soon filled the air, Jack begins to sob as the men on the roof dump the body into an incinerator.

“my family was kicked out with the other people. After that my youngest son turned to the gang that runs these towers. A rival crew saw him at a store and chased him, hounding him all the way here. My son was murdered in front of the only home he has ever had.”

Jack is cut free before he crumples into the ground. He scans the roof trying to figure out his fate. All he can see now is a crowd of men and women loading pistols and checking rifles.

“now my other sons are about to provide you with more than their brother got.”

She signals for her son to come over. Her son stoops down to look Jack in the eyes.

“whats up Jack I’m Marcus , I’m not as well spoken as my mother, but me and my people, we got honor and integrity. We ain’t gonna just slaughter you like this swine,  you get a fighting chance.”

“I don’t want to fight you, I don’t think I can.”

Marcus rolls a flashlight over to Jack.

“Oh you don’t have to worry about that. You got 40 floors under you, no elevators and a bunch of pissed off people. They’re mostly harmless tho, the real threat is behind you.”

“but…but”

“Don’t worry Jack, you get a five minute head start.”

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To the Victim go the Spoils

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“What makes a man a hero? The question has been asked millions of ways with millions of answers. Some only consider soldiers heroes. Firefighters, police officers, and doctors have their place on the list.  My personal heroes are teachers, a long LONG string of them helped me achieve what I thought I could not. But what about the heroes standing right in front of us? What about the heroes that sit in our blind spots? Doing all they can to make sure we have a place to sleep at night. Those that provide for providers. Where on the list of heroes does a man that gives housing to people seemingly cast from society belong? Is a man a hero if he takes 85 acres builds housing, restaurants, even parks and recreation specifically for people that would otherwise be derelict? No what makes that man a hero is doing all of these things while never asking for thanks, always fulfilling desires and never expressing any wants of his own. It’s time for us to redefine our definition of a hero, and understand that there’s a hero within each and every one of us. That is all your honor.”

“After listening to the closing statements, considering all the evidence, I have decided to rule in favor of the defense Chip Hawkthorne and Hawkeye realty.”

Jack Wagner is the best attorney at his firm, he hasn’t lost a case in nearly 10 years. This has been is biggest win and most controversial case yet. Chip Hawkthorne was accused of inhumane business practices. His tenants claimed his buildings were poorly constructed. His building managers were said to be from suburban areas vastly different from the neighborhood the apartments were in. They took advantage of desperate tenants, forcing women to have sex, even beating those that said no.

Once, Chip raised the rent in an attempt to drive out people that complained about the gang activity. Those people were evicted, however a single mother with 4 sons were also evicted.

Getting out of the the courthouse was a nightmare. A labyrinth of media, social justice warriors, with the final level being the tenants of Hawkthorn Towers.

“I hope you burn in hell for getting that slumlord off”

“If not me then someone else would represent him. The facts were presented, I didn’t make the ruling the judge did.”

“you’re a real piece of shit Wagner, your whole career has been spent rescuing crooked businessmen and over privileged trust fund rapists from what they deserve”

“These people that you speak so lovingly of got exactly what they deserve. It’s not up to me nor you to judge them, we leave it to the impartial and they gave each and every one of these people exactly what they deserve.”

“One day you’re gonna get what you deserve”

“I already got it.”

Jack, being superstitious, celebrates every victory big and small in his same reserved booth at Ruth’s Chris, he has a Porterhouse with a side of asparagus, a glass of Johnnie Walker black label and a Cuban cigar. After this particular win he had a woman accompany him.

“congratulations Wagner, you know even tho Hawkthorne was a pig I’m really proud of you. Well more impressed, I didn’t think you stood a chance defending that guy.”

“Thanks for the compliment I think, you know I don’t choose these cases they’re given to me.”

“Whatever helps you get to sleep at night.”

“you know me, do you really think I would go out of my way to get a case like this?”

“I mean you could always say no right? You’ve got so many great qualities sometimes I wonder if you have some integrity in there.”

“You wanna question my integrity? You’re the face of a makeup line created by a total bigot, when he finally gets sued for racial discrimination I’ll tell him no.”

“glad to see there’s some sort of line that you won’t cross.”

“just because I’m good at my job doesn’t mean I like any of these people. Chip Hawkthorne was a complete idiot, he could barely read the court documents, he probably didn’t even know what he was being sued for.”

“well this has been fun but I think it’s time for me to go home, congrats again on defending such a great guy.”

After sitting alone finishing his meal with a full bottle of Johnnie Walker, Jack staggers to the valet and waits for his car. Determined to finish his night off right he texts his old sexual conquests hoping for a happy ending. After being repeatedly being turned down a car pulls up and a voice calls out for him.

“Mr. Wagner, your ride is here.”

“Gotta love Uber.”

Jack slumps in the back seat in a haze

“home James, ooh actually Wendy’s James my stomach just got it’s second wind.”

Riding for a long while, Jack begins to notice the city growing darker. An unfamiliar smell permeates through the air that begins to make him sick.

“dude where the hell are we?”

“You said you wanted Wendy’s right? We’re about to pull in the drive thru now.”

“good, baconator, spicy chicken nuggets and a frosty. Get something for yourself too.”

Jack soon falls asleep. When he awakens he peers out the window seeing street signs he doesn’t recognize.

“hey what the fuck is going on?”

The car comes to a screeching halt, the driver turns and tases Jack. The last thing he sees before the blindfold went on was the Hawkthorne towers sign.

Wagner wakes up still blindfolded tied up on his knees. The sound of gunshots rang out, and a mysterious burning smell tinged his nostrils. He can hear people talking and setting something metal up.

“please don’t do this! I…I  have money and you can have it all of you just let me go.”

The blindfold is snatched off, Jack soon discovers he is on the roof of Hawkthorne towers. There’s nothing but graffiti and broken glass in front of him. Jack glances back to see a jagged blade rising to the top of a guillotine.

“OH FUUUUCK, FUCK ME, PLEASE PLEEEASE LET ME GO I’ll do whatever you want.

“Too late for that nigga”

Two men force Jack to his feet. Knees trembling Jack continues begging for mercy. A small meek woman steps out of the crowd. She strokes Jack softly on the cheek. She spoke with the softest voice.

“Hello there Mr. Wagner, you may not know me but I think you know my son, he brought you here. The man you defended victoriously today did all he could to put a group of people on the streets a few years ago people facing the threat of death daily. All these people wanted was fair living conditions and Mr. Hawkthorne found this unreasonable. Those people were not all that was made vagrant.”

“I’m so sorry I had nothing to do with that, all I did was my job.”

“and you did your job very well, now it’s time for us to do our job.”

“I’m begging you, please don’t put me in that thing.”

“ Oh, of course not, this is for our guest of honor”

Chip Hawkthorne is dragged screaming out of the building. Hundreds of glass shards embedded in is flesh, he’s strapped to the guillotine.

“it’s a pleasure to finally meet you Mr. Hawkthorne, I’m so sorry it had to be under these conditions.”

Jack’s bowels evacuate as a masked executioner pulls the lever. He watches the blade drop, plunging into Chip’s neck. The first try doesn’t decapitate him completely so the executioner finishes the job with bare hands. Once it was detached the head was  put on a pike on display for the cheering tenants below. Silence soon filled the air, Jack begins to sob as the men on the roof dump the body into an incinerator.

“my family was kicked out with the other people. After that my youngest son turned to the gang that runs these towers. A rival crew saw him at a store and chased him, hounding him all the way here. My son was murdered in front of the only home he has ever had.”

Jack is cut free before he crumples into the ground. He scans the roof trying to figure out his fate. All he can see now is a crowd of men and women loading pistols and checking rifles.

“now my other sons are about to provide you with more than their brother got.”

She signals for her son to come over. Her son stoops down to look Jack in the eyes.

“whats up Jack I’m Marcus , I’m not as well spoken as my mother, but me and my people, we got honor and integrity. We ain’t gonna just slaughter you like this swine,  you get a fighting chance.”

“I don’t want to fight you, I don’t think I can.”

Marcus rolls a flashlight over to Jack.

“Oh you don’t have to worry about that. You got 40 floors under you, no elevators and a bunch of pissed off people. They’re mostly harmless tho, the real threat is behind you.”

“but…but”

“Don’t worry Jack, you get a five minute head start.”

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“What makes a man a hero? The question has been asked millions of ways with millions of answers. Some only consider soldiers heroes. Firefighters, police officers, and doctors have their place on the list.  My personal heroes are teachers, a long LONG string of them helped me achieve what I thought I could not. But what about the heroes standing right in front of us? What about the heroes that sit in our blind spots? Doing all they can to make sure we have a place to sleep at night. Those that provide for providers. Where on the list of heroes does a man that gives housing to people seemingly cast from society belong? Is a man a hero if he takes 85 acres builds housing, restaurants, even parks and recreation specifically for people that would otherwise be derelict? No what makes that man a hero is doing all of these things while never asking for thanks, always fulfilling desires and never expressing any wants of his own. It’s time for us to redefine our definition of a hero, and understand that there’s a hero within each and every one of us. That is all your honor.”

“After listening to the closing statements, considering all the evidence, I have decided to rule in favor of the defense Chip Hawkthorne and Hawkeye realty.”

Jack Wagner is the best attorney at his firm, he hasn’t lost a case in nearly 10 years. This has been is biggest win and most controversial case yet. Chip Hawkthorne was accused of inhumane business practices. His tenants claimed his buildings were poorly constructed. His building managers were said to be from suburban areas vastly different from the neighborhood the apartments were in. They took advantage of desperate tenants, forcing women to have sex, even beating those that said no.

Once, Chip raised the rent in an attempt to drive out people that complained about the gang activity. Those people were evicted, however a single mother with 4 sons were also evicted.

Getting out of the the courthouse was a nightmare. A labyrinth of media, social justice warriors, with the final level being the tenants of Hawkthorn Towers.

“I hope you burn in hell for getting that slumlord off”

“If not me then someone else would represent him. The facts were presented, I didn’t make the ruling the judge did.”

“you’re a real piece of shit Wagner, your whole career has been spent rescuing crooked businessmen and over privileged trust fund rapists from what they deserve”

“These people that you speak so lovingly of got exactly what they deserve. It’s not up to me nor you to judge them, we leave it to the impartial and they gave each and every one of these people exactly what they deserve.”

“One day you’re gonna get what you deserve”

“I already got it.”

Jack, being superstitious, celebrates every victory big and small in his same reserved booth at Ruth’s Chris, he has a Porterhouse with a side of asparagus, a glass of Johnnie Walker black label and a Cuban cigar. After this particular win he had a woman accompany him.

“congratulations Wagner, you know even tho Hawkthorne was a pig I’m really proud of you. Well more impressed, I didn’t think you stood a chance defending that guy.”

“Thanks for the compliment I think, you know I don’t choose these cases they’re given to me.”

“Whatever helps you get to sleep at night.”

“you know me, do you really think I would go out of my way to get a case like this?”

“I mean you could always say no right? You’ve got so many great qualities sometimes I wonder if you have some integrity in there.”

“You wanna question my integrity? You’re the face of a makeup line created by a total bigot, when he finally gets sued for racial discrimination I’ll tell him no.”

“glad to see there’s some sort of line that you won’t cross.”

“just because I’m good at my job doesn’t mean I like any of these people. Chip Hawkthorne was a complete idiot, he could barely read the court documents, he probably didn’t even know what he was being sued for.”

“well this has been fun but I think it’s time for me to go home, congrats again on defending such a great guy.”

After sitting alone finishing his meal with a full bottle of Johnnie Walker, Jack staggers to the valet and waits for his car. Determined to finish his night off right he texts his old sexual conquests hoping for a happy ending. After being repeatedly being turned down a car pulls up and a voice calls out for him.

“Mr. Wagner, your ride is here.”

“Gotta love Uber.”

Jack slumps in the back seat in a haze

“home James, ooh actually Wendy’s James my stomach just got it’s second wind.”

Riding for a long while, Jack begins to notice the city growing darker. An unfamiliar smell permeates through the air that begins to make him sick.

“dude where the hell are we?”

“You said you wanted Wendy’s right? We’re about to pull in the drive thru now.”

“good, baconator, spicy chicken nuggets and a frosty. Get something for yourself too.”

Jack soon falls asleep. When he awakens he peers out the window seeing street signs he doesn’t recognize.

“hey what the fuck is going on?”

The car comes to a screeching halt, the driver turns and tases Jack. The last thing he sees before the blindfold went on was the Hawkthorne towers sign.

Wagner wakes up still blindfolded tied up on his knees. The sound of gunshots rang out, and a mysterious burning smell tinged his nostrils. He can hear people talking and setting something metal up.

“please don’t do this! I…I  have money and you can have it all of you just let me go.”

The blindfold is snatched off, Jack soon discovers he is on the roof of Hawkthorne towers. There’s nothing but graffiti and broken glass in front of him. Jack glances back to see a jagged blade rising to the top of a guillotine.

“OH FUUUUCK, FUCK ME, PLEASE PLEEEASE LET ME GO I’ll do whatever you want.

“Too late for that nigga”

Two men force Jack to his feet. Knees trembling Jack continues begging for mercy. A small meek woman steps out of the crowd. She strokes Jack softly on the cheek. She spoke with the softest voice.

“Hello there Mr. Wagner, you may not know me but I think you know my son, he brought you here. The man you defended victoriously today did all he could to put a group of people on the streets a few years ago people facing the threat of death daily. All these people wanted was fair living conditions and Mr. Hawkthorne found this unreasonable. Those people were not all that was made vagrant.”

“I’m so sorry I had nothing to do with that, all I did was my job.”

“and you did your job very well, now it’s time for us to do our job.”

“I’m begging you, please don’t put me in that thing.”

“ Oh, of course not, this is for our guest of honor”

Chip Hawkthorne is dragged screaming out of the building. Hundreds of glass shards embedded in is flesh, he’s strapped to the guillotine.

“it’s a pleasure to finally meet you Mr. Hawkthorne, I’m so sorry it had to be under these conditions.”

Jack’s bowels evacuate as a masked executioner pulls the lever. He watches the blade drop, plunging into Chip’s neck. The first try doesn’t decapitate him completely so the executioner finishes the job with bare hands. Once it was detached the head was  put on a pike on display for the cheering tenants below. Silence soon filled the air, Jack begins to sob as the men on the roof dump the body into an incinerator.

“my family was kicked out with the other people. After that my youngest son turned to the gang that runs these towers. A rival crew saw him at a store and chased him, hounding him all the way here. My son was murdered in front of the only home he has ever had.”

Jack is cut free before he crumples into the ground. He scans the roof trying to figure out his fate. All he can see now is a crowd of men and women loading pistols and checking rifles.

“now my other sons are about to provide you with more than their brother got.”

She signals for her son to come over. Her son stoops down to look Jack in the eyes.

“whats up Jack I’m Marcus , I’m not as well spoken as my mother, but me and my people, we got honor and integrity. We ain’t gonna just slaughter you like this swine,  you get a fighting chance.”

“I don’t want to fight you, I don’t think I can.”

Marcus rolls a flashlight over to Jack.

“Oh you don’t have to worry about that. You got 40 floors under you, no elevators and a bunch of pissed off people. They’re mostly harmless tho, the real threat is behind you.”

“but…but”

“Don’t worry Jack, you get a five minute head start.”

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