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Nah, his acid sponge bath would be no fun as he is paralyzed and wouldn’t feel a thing; not even his drying off with the steam iron. Hmmm, maybe a light tear gas mist for his respiratory treatment and eye moisturizer. Natalie might would volunteer to help but I’m not totally sure that would be a long term solution for Ian.

Q is a Demi-God, a real son of his godly father versus a gifted/created Nave child. I believe him being zapped shows he has still refused his dad’s call for him to ascend into his full godly powers and position; giving up on the earthbound ties and the Brotherhood.

Yup Nave; good for Soullen, but sad for Sunny…then again, he has started to understand Jacob and his friends better so having Zac Nave vs dead is better but perhaps will need time to adjust. i imagine the Nave give is much like what Q had planned for Jacob, but was undermined by the little I’m Skai surprise. But Jacob asked and Q proved he would indeed do whatever he can to help his love, Jacob. Ms. Cynthia, you go girl. Kaylec is an ass from on high. Let’s see, something about a joke with a river, a scorpion, and a frog…

Hmmm 🤔, she knew how to put a smile of Mayor Rick’s face? There was probably some validation but like that and the politics, it was somewhat messy.

Wow, possibly a few new connections that may contribute resources or know-how to Tony’s endeavor for a safe-haven. Interesting that it seems to have also brought out old acquaintances that may play into the future also. i think the film crew lightly accumulated more than enough great footage and comments for Tony’s upcoming promotion for fund raising and maybe a local safe haven right were it all began.

Good call out of the Attorney-ad-Litem, what a joke. She lacks that humanity she was called out on, but she’s also violating her sworn duty by ignoring the minor and his wishes entirely…horse pucky, she should be removed from assignments. Yay, nice support crowd and hopefully no delays getting Jonah set for travel back to NY, accompanying his family. Now get that car into service for a return pick up trip, a sentimental and symbolic reunion; and a return to proper use and housing with its owner. That’s a major connection with Jonah’s parents. Maybe a nice visit with Karen while getting ready to drive the car home… Hmmm 🤔, don’t look too close if the Guardian ad Litem happens to jay-walk in front of Aunt Vivian… OOPS 😬.

Perhaps Bella just lead Bradley by the nose on that too. 🤷‍♂️ 🤦‍♂️ Not my kind of relationship even if gay, it’s too controlling and assuming.

Yes, yes, and yes…it’s Sandy. 🤦‍♂️

The mom is quick to put sexual charges against the boys, nut Sandy is probably the instigator and just a guilty. I’ve seem the law abused against boys too often. I hope their lawyer/parents likewise press those charges against Sandy too…and that it sticks! Equality is a bitch Sandy!

Especially since they are already in custody at the hospital. 🤣

Not hard…just chewy. 😆 I thought originally they would be like that Freshen Up Gum; squirt-in-your-mouth, bursting with flavor, gum.

Only buttons popped but no rivets

How about them mountain oysters, did they disagree with you as you had unexpected help kicking them back? Gulp, gasp, argh,😣

I often wish birthright citizenship was only recognized while a minor, that full citizenship had to be earned at adulthood. Where a mandatory citizenship test and pledge are required; with mandatory full time military service or full time military service approved civil groups; such as the peace corps, and only when served in a unit removed from home or family areas. Eligibility for the pledge, tests and service beginning at 18, but no later than 23 if enrolled in full time educational degrees (including technical training); with service to be complete by age 21 or age 26 with educational delayed entry. Educational delayed enlightenments would qualify for skilled placements and possibly leadership positions. Otherwise reverting to an adult resident with reduced benefits and restricted rights of residency. For crying out loud, the driving test and the practical driving exam are tougher to get than just showing a birth certificate to say bingo…you’re a citizen.

This chapter is loaded with Josh interpreting displays and interactions with his internal darkness that seems to be in constant monitoring mode. Josh made earlier attempts at humor about being hooked up to everything except the satellite dish on the roof, but one has to wonder if perhaps he wasn’t already tapped in. Below are several examples that I believe @Jeff Burton is referring to in chapter 7 comments. Examples of the AI type interface Josh seems to be able to see and is possibly starting to understand some now: I got the sense that something else was supposed to be here. Something other than the thing I couldn’t remember. As if the void itself had been waiting… Waiting for instructions it never received. And somehow, for the first time… I was realizing that. Something disturbed the darkness. I could feel it. Maybe not disturbed outright, perturbed, instead. Shifted. Unsettled. It wanted to know what was happening. Not here, not in the void, but outside. Outside, where it was real. I could still feel myself suspended in the dark. But then, My eyes shot open. I was in my room. It was dark. It was night. Yes, night. The hospital was always quiet at night, but this was the wrong kind of quiet. I could still feel the void clinging to the edges of my vision, like shadows not yet peeled back by wakefulness. It was watching. I was watching. Somehow… we were both watching. If me and it could even count as we. Confused yet? Yeah. Me too. We saw shadows in the hallway. Not nurses, not staff. The staff didn’t creep. This was… Covert. There were two of them. Male, White. Six one, five ten. Two hundred and ten pounds, One hundred and sixty-five pounds. Brown hair, black hair. Dark eyes, bright eyes. Muscular, average. White shirt, dark pants, boots. Blue scrubs, sneakers. Tattoo, right forearm, can’t see it. Scar right temple to right cheek. Carrying nothing, carrying a metal case. They had both briefly ducked into my room looking for something, all it took was a snapshot and the stats started scrolling in my brain faster than I could acknowledge them. As fast as they had ducked in, they ducked out proceeding down the hallway. What were they doing? Looking. No searching… I felt my body slowly removing itself from the bed covers. It pivoted on my tail bone causing a silent protest from my damaged torso, it hurt but it didn’t stop the movement. The pain didn’t even phase it. Carefully my body settled on the balls of my feet, one hand silently gripping the cane and I moved, no noise, just movement towards the door. The darkness flashed for a moment. Faint lines in neon white overlaid my vision like frost. A map. This floor. Room numbers, junction points, nurse stations. The exits. The blind spots. North Elevators, point of entry. South Stairwell, possible egress. East Emergency Fire Exit, possible egress. I blinked. They had to have come from the North Elevators, but what were they searching for? Would they leave via one of the stair wells? My head silently peered out the door, as if it knew how to look without sticking out of the door frame for a better view. No one behind them. My head looked forward, there they were. They were searching the hospital rooms. For what? Nothing really to steal unless you wanted to take an EKG machine. Something cold ran through my spine. They weren’t here to steal anything. They were looking for someone. And that someone was still on this floor. The darkness at the edges of my vision ebbed again, like it was getting ready for something. My breathing and heart rate stayed steady. No. Was commanded to stay steady. I could feel everything standing on the edge, like something was preparing to let my heart rate and respiration go into max military thrust. Muscles in my back coiled without my say-so. Every joint felt mapped and loaded. The cane in my hand suddenly felt like it belonged there. Not as support… But a weapon. The cane moved first. Not me, not the me who was stunned, healing, blinking in the dim light of a quiet hospital. It was the other me. The one that didn’t blink. The one trained to act. We’d already tracked them. Boots and scrubs. Scar and tattoo. One peeled off into a room with a syringe, the man in scrubs, while the other, plainclothes, kept scouting. He was the perimeter. He was ours. I moved in silence. Not a limp. Not a breath. Just the whisper of bare soles and steady control. He barely registered the shift in air before I was on him. CRACK. The cane whipped sideways and caught him hard across the jaw. His head snapped with the impact, blood misting briefly as he dropped to a knee, stunned. Direct contact. Impact confirmed. Target unstable. But not out. Not done. He grunted low and went for his waistband, I knew before I saw it what he was reaching for. Gun. The cane came down again, hard, faster than I thought I could move. The end caught the weapon just as it cleared leather. BANG. The shot went off wild, punching a hole into the ceiling tile above us as the gun clattered to the floor. The noise shattered the quiet. Somewhere down the hall, a nurse screamed. Scrubs bolted from the room across the hall, syringe now empty, gloves discarded mid-run. He didn’t wait. South stairwell. Just like the map in my head predicted. Back in front of me, the plainclothes man lunged forward, I turned with him, pain flaring through my ribs, white-hot and deep. But I was already moving. Already hitting. The cane arced one final time and smashed across his cheekbone with a sickening crack. Blood flew. He spat, reeled, one hand going to his mouth. Then he turned and ran. Alarms began to howl overhead. Emergency strobes flickered to life. Footsteps pounded on tile with staff finally catching up to the chaos. I stood there, panting, body screaming, but I didn’t chase. I didn’t pick up the gun. Don’t touch it. Evidence. Weapon discharge confirmed. DNA viable. Blood viable. That voice in my head somehow knew better. I held onto the cane instead. The one thing that felt mine. And waited. There were footsteps. A lot of them. Fast, pounding shoes down tile. Rubber soles squeaking. Shouted voices down the corridor. Hospital staff. Nurses, maybe a charge nurse. Security boots. Panic in motion. But I didn’t move. My brain was already running through snapshots— The pistol, resting near the threshold. The blood on the tile, droplets trailing toward the stairwell. The smear across the wall. Spatter pattern. Medium velocity. Arterial, not passive. They’d have questions. That was fine. Answers could wait. Right now, the scene needed to be secure. I stepped forward, just enough to make my presence known. “Stop!” I barked, my voice commanding, cutting through the noise like a scalpel. “Do not touch anything. We’ve got blood evidence and a discarded firearm, we need a forensic kit over here now.” The nurse at the front, short brown hair, maybe early thirties, froze mid-step. “Wha—what happened?” she asked, glancing toward the weapon. Her hand hovered, instinctively reaching for it. “Don’t. Touch. That.” I snapped. “You pick that up, you compromise the chain of custody.” She yanked her hand back like the pistol burned her.

Perhaps fall on his on sword…I mean syringe? That would be classic. It’s hard to feel sorrow for Leo. He came to these “games” at Natalie’s behest, knowing it was to mess criminally with other people’s lives. Then getting in bed with Ian for an even better chance to screw over his ex and the new husband, again doing so criminally, but also providing Ian an alibi for Mia’s murder until convenient for his own wicked ways. That’s accessory as well as aiding and abetting Ian with murder. So…Leo played with major fire, and he got burned; he was on the same path as Ian with his playing God and vengeful spirit. Ironically, I don’t think much different about Natalie, as she is guilty of high crimes and should never have been given freedom under a plea deal; maybe no death penalty, but life in prison without parole for decades would have been more appropriate. Will Alex’s dad get people there in time? Hmmm 🤔…. More classic, is that the boys have been noted as absent, but if Sam and Carlos both interrupt the execution of Gael and Alex, each boy with shotguns trained on Ian. Which would arrogantly expect to plea for forgiveness to then charge at them in rage 😡…only to be taken down by the shotgun gauntlet from his own abused and motherless boys.

I can’t wait to see the interaction that young Adam and Josh gives us; it think that is going to be a potential bonus in this family building venture.

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just look to the sky

Depends…

So, what do you thing of when I speak of your mother? How does it make you feel? and your father? So would you say you had a happy childhood? and there you have it, @vanalasbiographical contributing factors to 😈 stories

Natalie, she is looking for another victim…husband; she just doesn’t recognize a guy’s gay side or believes she can work her own conversion training program. That’s not happening…this time either, now off for my injection therapy. 😆

@vanalasis his alas, his real name is Ian and he posts these stories from his holding cell.