Prophet steps to the street after a few weeks of rest and relaxation, Prophet grabs a box full of apples and pays the store owner. Prophet walks past the the park and calls the children over and passes the apples out until the box is nothing but wood and nails, a crude box but it was sturdy enough for Prophet to stand upon. Prophet makes his way back to the main street and puts the box down, upside down. Prophet then draws attention to himself,"Ladies, gentleman and my fellow brothers. Although hidden away in my house Tyrion's voice still made it's way to my ears, and i think it is time for Mr to continue my saga. Now I may not be able to string together an argument and make it into something nothing short of poetry, but I can juggle words into stories for you all to enjoy, this is the fourth part of my story where Prophet a.k.a James Marshal a.k.a. ~Prophet~ which is me is just regaining his consciousness after being assaulted by the cage gang...

Prophet awoke on a cold, wet floor of a slaughter house, gagged and hogtied it was nothing short of hell. Prophet twisted and turned trying to catch any glimpse of his brother, but there was so much blood... too much blood, Prophet couldn't distinguish between the different colours of red, whether it was Myles's or just the blood of a cow who was waiting to be shoved in between two slabs of bread was not clear to Prophet. Prophet started to swear and panic, he'd lost so, so much he couldn't lose more, he couldn't lose his brother too. Prophet now started to twist and turn more violently, but like the helpless fly caught in the spiders trap Prophet was helpless, vulnerable; weak...

Prophet's body shook and struggled desperately to get free, he thought there was never left after his son? he was wrong, terribly wrong... dead wrong; he had to get free and find Myles, but as the minutes turned to hours Prophet slowly wore down and gave up; everything must come to an end, a man's willpower could only last so long. Prophet was killing himself trying to get free and rescue his brother, but even the flame of love can't survive without a spark of hope... "You and me against the world," Prophet said with a single tear before falling to blackness and passing out again.

Prophet pulled back to life from what seemed like the depths of hell itself. It was all a blur, a beam of light into Prophet's face, tied down to the chair Prophet couldn't see anything other then a feint outline. Prophet knew who it was... Toni, a ringing noise played on and on in his head a crescendo of noise to decrescendo into the nothingness of silence or orchestra of noise that had made it nearly impossible to hear; but that laugh could never be forgotten it had cut through the noise and made an imprint in Prophet's brain. It cut fear through the room and from the wounds a plague of fear and panic set in. Prophet could do little else except laugh right back, but the laugh was cut short as a fist was landed straight to his jaw to counter the taunt. Prophet then spat the blood into Toni's face showing defiance, Prophet wasn't going to stand down to this prick. Another fist it was harder and hurt like hell,"You punch like a girl" Prophet laughed in a mocking tone. Another fist, Prophet could barely feel his face, the numbness was almost as unbearable as not being able to unleash on Toni. Prophet could nothing else but keep throwing taunts and insults to Toni and every time a fist to the face would be the retort. "Not the intellectual type are you? Just going to take this shit I'm throwing at you," Prophet said giggling, Toni then knelt down and said,"I'm going to break you like a twig under my foot, you and your candy ass brother will be an example of what the Toni gang is possible of."
Prophet laughed and said,"What are you capable of? huh? I beat you down and I killed six of your men doing it, you ain't got no power Toni you fucking small minded prick!"
"See this is why you and me are different, I don't give a rat's arse about those men, money as a long reach outside of Detroit they can be replaced and the replacements can be replaced it's a never ending cycle scum will always be around the sooner you accept it the sooner you can come to peace with the fact that this country needs men like me to justify their jobs, and you know what i have the power to publicly execute your brother and get away with it!" Toni said laughing as he left the room leaving with the parting words of,"How the fuck can you protect your family if you can't even protect yourself! Hahaha pathetic."

Prophet then sat there by himself in the dark empty room with nothing but those final words to think about. Prophet had finally lost everything...

TO BE CONTINUED

Prophet finishes the fourth part of the story and says,"Comments and critisism are appreciated, I've got tough skin words won't hurt that much."

Nice writing there Prophet. Didn't read the other parts of your epic tale but from what I saw, it's a well built story with a protagonist I can relate to. Keep it going my man.

Thank you James, yes I have written this story so it flows into six parts.

A very nice story indeed!  I can't wait to read the next one of the six epic parts.  I like the suspense of this story, it's riveting...isn't that so Teddy my friend?

MrBean wiggles and tickles Teddy and forgot he was even talking to anyone.