Let me start by saying this is a recorded conversation and anything you say will be used against you...

I sat in this room with 6 strangers whom i could tell wanted to kill me...or hurt me

but were so intimidated and curious about me, but they sat still.

I spoke to the room of people. The crumbling walls of concrete barely holding up.

“I came to these people to let them know the world they used to know is over,” I say before the cameraman has finished his setup.

I look around at all the confused faces. These men underestimated me...

I pay attention to all things the way a person looks or carries

Themselves, talks, dresses, all of it.

 Understanding people is why I am who I am. Do you understand me? 

I asked

as they all sat quietly.

In unison, they responded, “yes.”

I bring 2 other people in this room, kimchi, my trusted engineer and expert in weapons, and Aliziana who we call Z, my trigger stab happy bodyguard.

As the cameraman signals, we are rolling, I explain to these people why I called this underground public broadcasted meeting.

Let’s make the situation clear to these terrified men.

 one of the 6 people in the room aside from my people was a side reporter for the world news.

 He sat there directly in front of me

terrified and disgusted at my presence or maybe it was the skintight black leather bodysuit I wore with a set of platform thigh-high boots with blade-shaped heels.

 Or maybe it was my katana’s and pistol I have attached to my right outer thigh that pokes out as my legs are crossed.

Just because our rebellion disemboweled the government doesn’t mean I don’t have a sense of fashion to compliment my taste for blood. It was my prior profession, after all.

I spoke to break my pause of silence to this group of strangers...

“I bet all of you were wondering why I called this meeting and I’m here to share it with the world. “

I said with an evil smirk on my face.

The reporter says, “Why did you ask for me specifically?”

 Voice shaking with nervousness

I looked at him with a mix of confidence and sexuality as I leaned towards him, exposing my cleavage and catching his attention, and said.

You just seem like the perfect guy. I said in a flirtatious whisper.

I looked at him from the floor until our eyes met.

He looked turned on and curious at the same time.

I sat back in my chair, crossed my arms, then my legs, and continued.

I am the leader of the rebellion that took down the government and I want everybody to know how, why and who their new leader is...

I took my tone serious and said “as well as what happens to those who cross me,”

 un-crossing my legs and spreading them slowly to distract these strangers from noticing me unhinging my pistol.

I turned and looked into the camera.

“I’m the one they call I.V.”

 I smirked looked at Brian directly in the face. The pause made him seem uncomfortable as he blinked wildly.

I quickly then lifted my pistol and shot 4 of the strangers in the head as the entire world watched. 

Leaving the reporter, Brian, and the cameraman.

They both ducked and balled up in their chair

Brian horrified, looking at me as if I’m a

monster.

I put my arm down and said...

And then there were 2...

Gun still smoking, I put it back in the holster, never breaking my deep glare at Brian.

He turned to see who is left alive, checking both sides of the room before checking back towards me and staring with his eyes low.

to his confusion, he sees all three of us making blank facial expressions.

As if this was a day-to-day task.c

He fixes himself

Slowly straightens up, gaining composure and

Glances at the cameraman, who glances

back

He then continues.

 “So you consider yourself our new leader?”

 He said in a nervous tone.

I tilted my head a bit and thought about the best response.

“I don’t consider myself anything,”... “I am the new leader” “the fittest for this role and the most compassionate,” i said sarcastically cheerfully.

He gave me a look as if he thought I was crazy.

“You kill 4 innocent people on national tv with no remorse, but you’re compassionate?

I took a deep breath before getting up and approaching him.

He leaned back in fear.

The cameraman caught my every move while sweating profusely.

I stood over him in his chair, preparing to straddle his lap, facing him. I put my left leg over his left thigh and rubbed against his Manhood as I placed my right leg over him to sit.

 He had beautiful broad shoulders and had to be at least 6ft.

 Decently fit, Fair skinned, male with dark shoulder-length curly hair.

Hair dark as the sky on that fateful day when the sky cracked open.

His brown eyes glanced at me in fear.

 I leaned closer. 

He leaned back in his chair the closer I got until he could not lean any further.

I put my face so close our noses' touch.

I keep eye contact as I touch his chest gently, feeling all the muscles in his torso.

I slowly place One hand on each one of his

shoulders.

I rub them in circles, still keeping eye contact.

I put my arms over his shoulders, Crossing them as his beautiful curls lay on my forearm,

Boosting my ****** up even closer to him, making sure his chin fit in between them like a puzzle piece..

I say “you look tense .... relax,”

I look at him seductively, never having broke eye contact.

Neither did he.

His fear turned into suspense.

He swallowed hard.

I say. Listen... Brian... that’s what I can call you, right?

He answered softly,” yes.”

Never breaking our deep fixation on each other.

“Well... Brian, if I didn’t have compassion, you would be dead too.”

“You want to know why they call me I.V.”?

 I look at his large, toned chest as I speak before meeting his eyes again.

I lifted myself up off of him seductively. 

still never breaking eye contact.

I spoke.

He looked relieved and disappointed at the same time.

I.V. was a nickname given to me in college...

Well, ill get to that later I whispered.

Brian looks around as if he was trying to pull something out of his memory. 

There was a familiarity to my words.

I walked over to one of the 4 dead gentlemen that lay there bleeding on the floor.

 I pulled up the pants leg of the first.

Reached into his sock to pull out a small knife. I throw it over the floor to my guard, and she picks it up.

As I check the bodies, I speak aloud...

“Brian, I never read a book by its cover. 

I am a logical person who has to understand why people do what they do.”

I went into the man’s pocket to find nothing.

Brian looking to see what i was doing.

 I looked at Brian.

He had the most curious expression...

“Now Brian... why would this man have empty pockets?”

I pulled my sword out of its lair.

Brian and the cameraman jumped a bit.

I cut open the dead man's shirt to find a wire.

I stood there and meticulously moved his cut shirt to each side, inspecting his chest.

I bend down and pick up a wire.

I slowly stand and turn my wide hips toward Brian so my curves had the perfect view for him.

 I stare at the wire and look at Brian.

“See Brian” “That’s what I mean. “

“There is always a reason I do what I do. “

I look at my guard.

 I nod to her.

She gets up and whispers in kimchi’s ear. Kimchi moves his long dark hair away as his face turns strong, as if he is thinking and concentrating at the same time.

Kimchi grabs something out of his pocket and speaks into it quietly.

Z looks at me and nods.

I look at Brian with a serious face.

Brian looks terrified and confused.

 “hey, cameraman looks like we’re taking this show on the road,” I say sarcastically.

The lights go out and all you hear is a loud boom that shook the room.

 The emergency lights in the building flash glimpses of green.

 I grab Brian by the collar and say. “If you wanna live, stay close to me” 

the cameraman looks like he wants to run.

 I stick my sword towards him, touching his chin. He looks at the sword, terrified, and looks at me with the same fear.

“That cameras the only thing keeping u alive papi so I’d pack it up real fast,”

He pauses a second and quickly bends down to shuffle the camera materials and throws them into the bag he brought.

Z stands at the door with a gun in one hand and a sword in the other back facing me. She was a small curvy fit Bi racial girl age of 17.

The most ruthless yet caring girl I ever met. She kept her curly hair tied up in a bun. She was short and young, but powerful beyond comprehension.

 I guess 15 years of captivity will do that to anybody. 

She opened the door. 

I pulled Brian By the collar after me as I walked. 

Kimchi spoke again into this device and said, “on the move. “

as we make our way through the dungeon-like hallway, brick spewing from the walls. 

Moving quickly left turn right turns trying to head to safety, not that anywhere we go is safe, but we seem to just attract danger.

We are wanted by anyone who can get their hands on us or at least those who try to.

Brian is still being dragged by his collar in my left hand.

 Luckily, there is not much height difference between us with these heels on.

He seems surprisingly comfortable, or maybe it’s curiosity.

Z in front guiding our way, weapons in hand moving swiftly as a jet cutting a sharp corner. 

Hair springing from her bun as she runs. 

Kimchi follows us In the back. 

I can hear him speaking to Z and the crew, navigation telling us how to get to the exit. 

On my left, the cameraman trying to stay in the middle and keep up while carrying all this equipment. 

we reach the lower levels of the building to a single door…

Z kicks it open with one thump.

it led us to an indoor parking garage.

We finally found where this boom came from.

Smoke everywhere as if a partial building collapsed.

the smell is like something burned and the air is clouded like breathing in sand.

Z puts her hands up for all of us to stop. 

I tug Brian, and he looks at me with an understanding. 

I look left and the cameraman following my every move stops without being told.

He has clearly done this before…

 Z disappears in the smoke quickly, as if she is chasing something.

 we hear gunshots and slashing noises left, then right, then left again. 

Screaming male voices fill the air, reflecting on Brian’s face. 

Fear just oozing from with expression.

Kimchi holds his ear.

 I turn slightly to hear what is being said.

I hear a faint voice saying we are 30 seconds out. 

My crew is always dependable, but what else can you expect when you and your followers all believe in the same things?

a pitch-black armored truck appears out of the smoke, driving straight towards us.

I let go of Brian’s collar. 

He snatches away and fixes himself while staring at me up and down. I walk up to him, our bodies touching.

 I look him in the eye.

  “I'm not a kidnapper, this is your choice… I have much to tell and you have much to learn,” I say calmly.

he pauses without a word and looks around in confused thought.

I say “or you could stay here and… try to survive?”

He looks up at me slowly and nods. 

I knew exactly what he meant. 

The truck swing in.

 its side is to us.

a loud screech as the van comes to a stop. 

Out of the back comes Z.

Waving for us to come.

 First, she helps the cameraman who had run to her as soon as he saw her face pop out of the van…

something about him I knew I would have to examine later…

Brian and I make eye contact and I push him towards her to secure in the van.

Kimchi and I follow in a hurry. Kimchi boards the van, and I look around.

the dust had slightly faded when I saw a male’s arm with nobody attached laying on the top of a rusted car. 

unfazed, I quickly close the door and climb inside.

The inside of the van was much more quiet, soundproof.

 I sit by the door, locking it from the inside.

I feel someone looking at me, so I turn…

Brian stares with a much softer look. It’s as if I have earned his trust.

The cameraman threw his bag off with a loud grunt. 

Z taps on the driver’s side panel and the van moves. 

Shortly after speeding and feeling a few bumps, we see sunlight shining through the small hatch towards the driver. 

We had made it outside… 

if only it were safer.

Z comes to me and explains our location.

We have just left the old compound of the west.

 We’re headed to the northern region to meet up with our allies. 

Do you still want to continue the Broadcast? 

Once we are out of range, the signal will be worthless”

I look up at her, admiring her ability to determine situations.

I Turn towards Brian, who is sitting there face in his hand, an elbow on each knee, hair draping over the sides of his hands, pretending not to listen... I pretend not to want to keep looking.

That’s what sweet Brian here is for…. He agreed to come, so let’s make it worth it, shall we?

Z nods and returns to her seat by the narrow hatch.

Brian looks up but quickly lowers his head back to the previous position.

I look around slowly.

Kimchi was in eye view first, the light from his device shining on my left side face.

a black screen full of code as he speaks in his earpiece.

The cameraman leans with a look of exhaustion on the armored wall, just riding and trusting. 

It’s almost too trusting.

 I get comfortable and I lean my hand back against the armored wall.

 I close my eyes.

I feel my curls dangle to the lower of my back and I focus on it before drifting into deep thought.

The ride was bumpy, just as it was when we came. 

Very few roads left since the Gods returned.

Although they have all the same left.

Humanity was doomed to repeat itself 

We were all born anew. 

I would risk it all for the new generation, lead us to a new dawn, a new age, and never repeat its past mistakes. 

The world seemed to forget about the end of the natural world as we knew it.

Just started again with whatever they had left.

as if they had learned nothing!

We will make them see…

These things, I thought as we head to the next destination.

I ponder when will be a good time to broadcast again; I know the people who saw the short tidbit were so confused. 

I knew it wouldn’t be as much of a surprise as when the gods returned just a short year ago. 

After that, nothing can sincerely surprise you except fear. 

Seeing my face again might stir panic, but I'm hoping to stir hope.

I try not to go into my memory as it causes me nothing but pain. 

All I see is the flash of a smile.

The most beautiful face I have ever seen comes to me, arms open wide.

I open my eyes to escape before I am pulled in… 

I look down in sadness, quickly regathering my composure before anyone notices.

I look around and I see everyone is occupied.  

Brian and my eyes meet.

He looks at me with a hint of curiosity on his face. 

He quickly turns away, and I slightly smirk. 

Look at him, trying to see what I was thinking about. 

Maybe he is seeing me as a real person instead of that monster. 

One thing is for sure, though.

Clearly, he saw me.

I tried to keep my mind at bay while I ride to my destination, but memories kept reoccurring in my mind despite my effort to change that.

I sat still and fell into the memories, at least for just a moment.

All I could hear was a loud roar. 

I closed my eyes to relive it.

 New Year’s Day on Jan 1st, 2022

Everyone’s spirit is high

There have to be at least 600 people here I think.

all the 20 something aged people out partying

screaming and dancing

new Year’s glasses and hats on everyone’s head.

The ball drop playing on a very large projected screen, taking up an entire wall at this very large luxurious nightclub.

smiles and laughs everywhere

which is usual for city life.

Music plays loudly

everyone is drinking and enjoying the new year.

I’m wearing a dress I made.

Full custom lace dress sheer with matching undergarments and a matching lace pair of thigh-high stiletto boots, the color making my caramel brown skin-pop.

I’m a fashion designer by trade, an artist by life.

I love to wear my brand.

 I notice my confidence goes up when I do.

 It’s the one thing I can do without a doubt.

It’s the one thing I can control in this erratic life.

I came out with my friends.

Milliz, Jada, Red, and Gibby

 I normally stay home with my family for New Year but, something was pulling me to go out this year like a magnet.

of course, my friends assisted in the pull.

People want to go out and distract themselves from the issues of life, from the issues that they could fix if they put this energy into doing so.

To celebrate letting go of the things they don't want to think about.

I had to drink in order to even let loose.

 I get so anxious in these situations. 

I feel like I waste my time or lose sight of my purpose that I have yet to find when I am partying.

Sitting at the bar next to my four friends who are drinking and talking. I get out of my chair, turn around and just people watch.

Trying to keep my mind on something other than the constant thoughts that race.

 Why am I here? Why did I come out?

it's never-ending.

I see women enjoying their bodies, showing it off to anyone who will look.

 Extremely empowered looks on their face, confident.

one girl dancing with two men.

one man in front, clearly drunk 

He was about 5ft 8 and standing eye to eye with this long blonde hair bombshell. 

She was tiny but curvy. 

Dress straps hang off her shoulders as she’s dancing from left to right, swaying her hips, exposing the tops of her petite ******.

 One quick dance move away from the skin-tight mini dress she wore, falling off and exposing all the little that she had.

The guy behind her looks to be the twin of the guy in front. 

Taller, however.

 He wore his hair long, much better looking, and better dressed than his brother in front.

who wore simple jeans and bomber jacket combo. 

He had his hand on her thigh as she grinds on him. 

His face was in drunk ecstasy.

I watched the development of this as it turns into the two brothers making eye contact.

 I definitely know what that means.

still dancing mindlessly, the girl leans back, rubbing the twin behind her on his thigh with one hand and the other arm on the twin in front’s shoulder.

my friend Red taps me to knock me out of my gaze.

 She leans in as the loud music plays. “You good?” she says with a concerned voice.

I nod my head at her and smile. 

she stares at me, questioning my response for a few seconds.

then nods ok.

She turns back to the group and takes a sip of her drink.

She is always looking out for me.

 I turn to continue looking at the woman and the twin men, and they were nowhere to be found. 

Disappointed, continue to look around to see if any other interesting developments are happening.

 I feel the urge to go to the bathroom. 

I tap Red and use my hands to gesture.

‘Going to the bathroom”

She understands as I point in the direction.

I walk from the bar and head through the crowd.

 pushing people left and right to get through, heat coming from each of their bodies, which warms the air in the crowd even though I tower over in my heels.

 A noticeable heat change as you walk through.

 I get through the crowd.

I am near the bathroom doors. 

I take a deep gasping breath as the air cools when I leave the suffocating heat.

I look at the three doors in front of me.

the left door is the women’s restroom, the right the men.

the middle door has the word unisex.

I can only imagine how dirty a nightclub's unisex bathroom is, I think. Drunk men and women alike both trash a bathroom on New-year’s, no thanks.

As I'm walking to the front door of the girls’ restroom, I notice the middle bathroom door propped open by a bomber jacket; it looks accidental.

the door was open slightly enough to see the shadow of something moving on the wall. 

The shadow is large as it, whatever it is, takes up a lot of space.

I turn back to the bathroom, but I pause.

my curiosity getting the better of me...

I look over at the unisex door, questioning if I should.

I turn to the unisex bathroom again and walk towards it.

I can hear fabric shuffling and quick movements while I approach.

I slowly lean my head to the opening to not make any noise.

I look up slowly, head now inside the bathroom.

 there they were.

two males, the twins 

now shirtless, 

the blond bent over,

Butt and ****** exposed, the dress pushed to her midsection, 

The twin behind her same as before, but penetrates her as he holds the dress on her midsection with one hand and her left butt cheek with the other. 

The twin in front has one hand in his hair, leaning back.

 His manhood is in the girl’s mouth as the other hand has her long blonde hair wrapped tightly in his fingers, moving in multiple directions as she sucks it.

 Moans from both men fill the air. 

I want to immediately return my head.

I couldn’t help but watch.

the twin in back shifts position pulling up the girl’s left leg

she helps willingly.

her opening exposed

glistening from moisture as the light hits it.

his manhood penetrating her in full view.

the twins never noticed me

However, the girl and I locked eyes, as her leg was being lifted and they turned her on her side. 

The twin in front quickly shifted to stand in front of her face, interrupting our eye contact unsuspecting.

Resuming to put his manhood in its prior place.

 He leans his head back and moans as he reenters her mouth. 

she never said a word.

I lean back slowly, removing my head from the room.

pausing for a second and shaking my head in awe.

I continued to the bathroom. 

Those drinks were getting to me.

Out of the 6 stalls in the bathroom, one remained open at the very end.

 I walked towards it as the women at the sinks looking into the mirrors, looked at me through the reflection.

I look back at them and continue walking. 

As I finish using the restroom, I head to the sink.

I hear women in the stalls as I walk past. 

“I swear I saw someone having sex in that middle bathroom,”

I overhear, ignoring as I walk.

I wash my hands and I go to grab a paper towel.

 I look in the mirror as I feel someone standing behind me.

I see a blonde, walking further into the bathroom, dress wrinkled, wiping her mouth with her fingers. 

We make eye contact and I quickly break it.

I dry my hands as I leave as fast as I can.

I had a quick passing thought about how badly I wished to be that carefree.

 I quickly changed the thought.

The image still stuck in my mind.

 I head back to the bar, walking fast by the unisex bathroom just in case the twins remained in there and she told them who she saw.

As I look at the crowd, disappointed to have to return the way I came, I push aside again anyone who was in my way.

I make it back to the bar, walking to my friends who were right where I left them.

As I'm walking, I feel something. It feels like someone was controlling my body and called my name to stop. The sounds I heard were all now silent as if my mind has turned off my hearing.

I look around, but nothing has changed.

 Confused, I look up at red who looks at me confused.

The building shakes as if a gigantic creature was stomping. 

The music stops, and everyone is looking around. 

The shakes continue in step-like intervals until the entire wall of the club rips out. 

Looks as if someone took a giant handful of the building.

 Everyone screaming and running, my friends all grab each other’s hands.

 We look and see the bartender run to what looks like the kitchen connecting to the bar, so we all follow. 

Terror and screams fill the air. 

I felt like something was pulling me as I ran.

I stop mid-step. 

My friends kept running. 

The ceiling collapses between us. 

That was the last time I saw them until a few months ago.

I slowly turn to walk back into what was left of the club. 

I can’t understand why I am doing this, but it just feels right.

 I make it back to the half-crumbled bar covered in bricks and steel beams. 

Blood spewing from under bricks and dust clouds the air.

I can’t feel anything but a magnetic pull, making me walk and climb over a partially collapsed building.

I climb over anything in my way, trying to get high enough to see over the dust cloud the fall created.

 The ground was still shaking in intervals. 

Is this thing... pulling me to it?

As I walked, the feeling got stronger.

 It made me feel sure as if this was the one thing in life that I absolutely had to do. No questions.

stumbling as I climb, nothing stops me. 

All I hear is silence as if my senses no longer had control.

I look up and there it was.

The brightest light I have ever seen turns in my direction.

I put my arm up to block my eyes as I keep looking, trying to understand.

As I get a clear view, my arms drop slowly.

Completely in awe, I stand there.

No fear but understanding, something deeper than a soul.

I slowly reach out to the light.

It welcomes me.