Prophet wandered the endless labyrinth of the Detroit alleyways, he didn't know if he was going North or South or even if he wasn't walking in a circle. The streets were a confusing place, and if you don't know how to blend in with the crowds you're sure to end up dead, mugged and even raped. Yeah Detroit wasn't the best place to raise a family but his wife had grown fond of the city before she had witness the murder and was forced by the FBI to move to a new location. Prophet had tried to fight back but ten armed men had easily subdued him, his wife was taken away screaming. "Another failure... why the fuck can't this happens to anyone else? My son... My Wife... My Mother... Why do I even try anymore?" Prophet thought about this over and over like a broken record player.

He had no family in Detroit except for his younger brother, but his relationship with him was less than good. Prophet was framed by the local gang so he'd keep his mouth shut; Prophet had waged a personal war against the gang ever since his Wife’s relocation. But being a cop his younger brother had believed that his own flesh and blood had killed an innocent in cold blood.

Prophet had to try though he needed some sort of ally to get out of Detroit, his brother was the only option. But when Prophet approached his brother’s house, he brother had peered through the eyehole and immediately leapt on Prophet, tackling him to the floor. "James what the fuck are you doing?” James then pulled out his gun and pointed it between Prophet's eyes, "Why'd you do it Myles?" "Get off me, why don't you believe me! I didn't kill that woman. I'm your own flesh and blood!", "Look at me you fucking ass-hole", Prophet then stared into James eyes with his own blue eyes which were as cold as ice, his piercing stare had distracted James long enough for Prophet to turn the tables and pin James to the wall. "Look at me, baby brother. I didn't do any of this shit... Look... They got him... They killed Harry" Prophet then released his grip and wept on James shoulder, James patted Prophet on the back trying to comfort him, "Who. Who got him?" "Those fucking bastards you take bribes from, the fucking bastards that put me in jail, the ones that turned you on me, the ones that took away my wife, and now my son. I was there for you, and in the court you just threw me aside like I was a piece of trash!?" Prophet then regained his grip and forced his brother to the wall, "Why'd you come here James?" "Because... Because I need your help baby brother..." Prophet then released his grip again. "I need your help baby brother..." Prophet then dropped to the floor and laid against the wall, his brother then joined him.

James then talked to Prophet about going to the police but Prophet immediately dismissed that idea, "Look if what you're saying is true, you’re going to have to leave," "I already knew that, I need help not useless words" "Alright, look I'll escort you out of the city," "You and me?" "Yes Myles, you and me just like before," Prophet smiled, "Just you and me against the world, things were so much simpler back then, I just wish we could just go back to that, and forget all of these troubles of ours", "Of ours?", Prophet laughed, "I know about your daughter, shit happens baby brother..."

DarkFlame wiping tears from his eyes, moved by this touching continuation of the story shakes Phophet's hand "Well done phophet yet again I am moved by your story I hope that you will get your wife and son back safely in your arms"