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Everybody was fixed up and healed, Northman was back to life and Mr. Fantastic had strangely been un-touched. I was downstairs with him having went to the Baxter Building to get some equipment from his lab for him.” Yeah I need a better security system I want it done in a few hours. A field yeah like it prevents people from getting in my house without being registered/approved by me, and if they breach it I want them getting a heavy dose of some bad ass poison, monitoring system connected to my phone, I want laser weapons built into garden knomes and shit like Invader Zim, underground bunker with hella more protection, weapons, food all that good shit, you know all that good shit you got it Reed?”

“Hmmm I mean yeah it gives me something to do now that I’m doing with 4D for movies, and video game consoles, so this’ll give me something to do for a little while don’t think It’ll take me hours though.”

“Ight Mr. Science man, good job I like that confidence quick working and shit, this place finally be impossible to bust into.” I left going up the stairs leaving Reed in the lab quarters, heading upstairs I had a double cup times two, with four Styrofoam cups packed into each other, jolly ranchers, Sprite, pink lemonade and a pint of promthezine/codeine as well as tussionex. “Ight let’s get it!” I said copying one of Michael’s phrases I was glad I’d gotten the biggest cups I could have got. I quickly went into street pharmacist mode as I poured in the sprite before dropping in several grape, cherry, and blue jolly ranchers, the opiate syrups, then the soda, & pink lemonade. “Mhmm “ I tasted the beverage even though I wasn’t even mixed yet.

“Shit is gonna be delicious.” I got up I’d let that beverage simmer. I put everything back in the fridge then went into my smoke room to start grinding and preparing my ganja for consumption. As I was doing that my phone began ringing and I took it out looking at the caller Id.” Pops.” I set it down then answered it going to voice mail.” Wassup Old Man.”

“Oh YU disrespectful now cause of the money?”

“Mhmmmmm

..What you calling about?”

“I call to talk about de business.”

“Ight so here’s what it is, my El Dorado business, you know it’s going international, I’ll give you 40%, eep 60% so you can quit the shitty job you hve that I know you prolly quit anyway soon as I get signed, then you going be bringing yo own bank, and you can use that money for whatever, starting your own business, I mean I think 60%’s fair cause it’s mine, yu ain’t helped me
,and I’m sure once you come up on some mills you can start your own.

“OK

I do not like yo tone tho.”

“Ight I’m sorry.” I Rolled my eyes as I finished rolling my third blunt, and packing my one hitter bong. “It was nice catching up with you, but I sent you and moms a mill in the bank a few weeks ago, and new cars, I’m busy doing millionare shit I’ll call you back.” I hung up the phone it was easy to get irritated. Alright I looked at my TV and it went on and suddenly Juicy J Zip and a Double cup began playing. “Perfect.” The Lean appeared in-front of me on table and I picked it up to sip it.” Delicious
 now then one more call before the fun begins. I still had to get something to Ashley information on all the Falcon family members in custody as well as Cartels I didn’t care why she wanted it, I mean I knew why SHE wanted it, but whatever it was better her targets where people society didn’t care about. I’d done some wor on what I was about to send her adding my own special interest people including some police officers in Miami that I remember harassing me for drugs and speeding, as well as some really nasty people from the prison that escaped with the rest. I sent the information then a text. If you do that special people’s list first, I’ll toss you 10 G, hmu when your done. Sent!

“ARTHUR need some paintings done of my dearest mental “Friend” see what he’s up too.”

“Gotcha!” Arthur responded and then some fire appeared in my hand as I lit the bong and began inhaling. I was just listening to music, smoking, and drinking until I got a text from Paris that my interview was on the news from the day before, I was glad to get good publicity.

“Floyd Banker. Rising hip hop star who’s fame originated from controversial mixtape Lockdown, which he claimed was inspired by the events occurring in Miami during the terrorist incident spawned by Tyrayvon Rice, and other radicals whom many claim Floyd had a connection to formerly. What makes him unique you say? Aside from refusing to sign a major record label despite offers up to $20 million he’s still managed to do features with several known artists, used his newfound fame to start numerous successful business ventures including El Dorado’s jewelry chain and a series of clubs in populated party cities known as Zooted, but he’s won the mega million lottery as well, I mean how much more lucky can I guy be, now where coming to the man himself.”

“First off it ain’t luck, it’s God, you know my mamma, my grandma they church folk, they instilled a certain set of ideals in me, one of them mainly being always put Jesus and family first, and I think that’s one reason I’m successful.”

“Hmm Jesus and family first, would you say that reflects in your lyrics? I mean when I was in the club last week I ain’t hear nothing about Jesus.” The female reporter said with a smirk. She was a white woman in her late 20’s, brown hair, a physique that had to come from hours in the gym, brown eyes, white teeth, bright orange lipstick, dressed in business attire no less. Of course being on the news I wasn’t sporting camo’s or even True’s I had on the same kind of clothing except more expensive since I was sporting an Armani suit that cost almost $2,000.

“Shit I ain’t one of them people who a stickler for rules, I think as long as you believe and got a private relationship with the Lord you good, sides when Jesus came up in the party he turned water to wine, that means the Big Man is good for partying, I mean shit who don’t like to party.” I flashed a smile on television I was ready for whatever they’d asked me.

“Well there you have it, some questions we’d like to ask you Floyd. Rumor has it your businesses’ have been providing a lot of jobs to..people of questionable morale, some even say you have a preference for hiring ex-cons.”

“Well this relates back to my religion again but I’m a believer in second chance, a good deal of people with felonies, ex-cons, they got dragged back into the life that got em locked up in the first place just cause no one’s willing to give em a second chance, and then it just becomes a self perpetuating cycle of hate, and poverty. It’s not that I prefer people with records over people without em, I’ll give anyone a chance for some mullah, but it’s just the kind of people I’ve been helping get work shit no one else is, I’m trying send a message out to the community, people mess up, some mistakes people get locked up for, but prison’s there to let them think about what they did and come out better, problem with our society is where not letting them prove there better.”

“Giving back to the community, some people question whether you’re doing that out of the goodness of your heart or people of the crowd people suspect you’re running around with, after all you do reference selling drugs a lot in your lyrics.”

I smirked I was ready for this question. “My lyrics reflect my life, my experiences, and what I say, that’s as far as I’ll go with that on here, but I’m not using my business’s for any illegal actions, and my nickname as Black Zeus has nothing to do with the Greeks if that’s what you’re trying to imply as a lot of people are on twitter, tumblr, and other social media. That being said I would like to explain something I am doing with my business. I’m opening something I’m calling Community Stations. Places to provide free food for the hungry, not only that to provide lodging for people without homes or who just need somewhere else to stay for the night, it’ll offer counseling for almost anything from addictions to abuse, provide tutors for kids who need help outside of school, free medical treatment, and other things, and it’s all free. I know there’s homeless shelters but this community station’s there better, because there not just gonna help people without homes or people in financial crisis’s, they’re gonna help people get back into their homes, and the first two open tomorrow in Atlanta and Miami respectively, I’m asking all other people in upper class for support fellow movie stars, singers, rappers, businessmen, whoever has the money to help, help.” Community stations it was time to put an end to starvation, first I’d start these off in America, then they’d spread first to Africa, and where-ever else they were needed, I’d be regarded as one of the most generous men in history, plus the way I was making money I could easily support this stuff and still make lots of money.

“Wow just..wow..for someone to use their money so selflessly
you hear that America, second chances, feeding the hungry, and speaking of movies rumor is your getting involved with the side of the entertainment business well specifically the movie being made about music legend Michael Jackson.”

I smiled on screen.” Yeah I’ve always had a passion for movies as well as music so I was thrilled when I got to hop on the King Project which is coming out next year, I got to work on the script, work with actors, everything it’s gonna be great. Can’t really say much about that how about.”

“You’re all over the place, getting money from all different evenu’s, and you’re even getting a talk-show from BET, Mornings with Floyd, what’s the next the cure for cancer.”

I chuckled at that.” I’m working on it, but the last business venture I’d want to mention is my own head-phones called Audios, they’ve got everything. I’d compare em to the quality of Dr. Dre’s headphones or the iphone 5 headphones but I’d be underplaying them. There’s so many features, you can slow or speed any song, hear individual instruments or parts of a song, Chop and Screw a song, There’s a concert option that completely immerses you in the music so it makes you feel like you’re actually present, I can’t explain but Perhaps I don’t need to know because everyone in this room is getting free pair of Audio’s!!!!!!!!

I was just high and leaning good, it felt good to see my interview on the news, I knew my mom would be proud to see how far I’d come. I’d been at the edge before these powers kicked in still serving narcotics, trying to push my music, trying to stay up financially, but now I was beyond financially stable. Plus the Greeks business was doing incredible as well, business was booming. Our reputation for quality drugs, prostitutes, and weapons had only served to help put more illegal money in my pocket. I took another sip and then hit the blunt again, I was feeling extremely good, so I decided to get up and go to my medicine cabinet to grab some 10 milligram vicodin’s, popping three after pouring some more pink lemonade in a green cup. “Delciious pillsZZZQ! PILLS WEED AND PUSSY AND PUSSY MAAAYNE”It was only twenty minutes before the pills were kicking in, my whole body felt light, gravity didn’t mean shit, I Was so damn high from the opiates and weed, as I’d packed a .5 of Kief into my one hitter.” Fuck..I can’t believe I’m doing this shit.” I sent forth a blast of fire ighting the hit burning the weed as I hinhaled the entire hit, and my eyes rolled back and I stumbled back the combination of intoxicants in my body.” Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees..I feel.like
yeahhh.” I’d raided my cabint for more pilsl, and poured up more line, as I was working on rolling a 3 gram cigarillo, while also texting two porn stars to come over who I knew both loved drugs. I picked up my phone to call Chris, I had 60MG of Vicodin, god knows how much syrup in me, and I Was too high to function, as I’d sent Kara to get my Rig It was time to add dabs to the equation,

“Mah niggzuh..wazzz happening indis binnicih WE TOO TURNT UPP LIKE WOOOOOAH KEMOSABEEEE Big ballin is my hobby BOW BOW”

“Aha bruhh you texass screwwwwwwwed wasss happening patna.”

“Man I know I know I know I’m videoing, got the pornstars on the way, come thru with ya thottttttttttttttzziieeees, I got da Khalifa, and da Pimp C!!! We Finn make a fucking movie, we going call it Zips and Pints!!!!!”

“Zips and Pints???! That
shti..is fyy..you got the studio in ya crib,and shit.”

“Man I got the pussy, and pills, come the fuck on homiiiie WOOOAH im feeling like a fire in a fire.”

“Aha hell yeah I need come through and get that shit, finna get a lift from DJ.”

“DDDDJ! MAH MAH HOMEZZ, ight tell him come thru, I’m finna tell the thots to bring thots, thots on THOTS on thots, but we don’t fuck with fuck with rockssss.” I hung up as I rapidly rolled the rest of the blunt and raced outside leaping into my pool I was ready to make some music.

$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

“ZIPS PINTS ZIPS PINTS ZIPS PINTS ZIPS PINTS ZIPS PINTS ZIPS PINTS ZIPS PINTS!” It showed everyone in the video, me, Chris, and DJ rapping, and pouring lean, rolling blunts, packing bongs, hitting 6 foot gravity bong, jars of weed seen, bottles of Bombay, Sky Vodka, and other things where in seen, and in short the video had been 3 minutes and 40 seconds I had no idea how much time was passing out, I was leaning hard as fuck barely wake with two European pornstars, just enjoying life.












“IT ain’t no fucking Greeks that hit Jay, the car ran off the fucking road, are you fucking stupid?!”

“OH FUCK NO WHO THE FUCK U CALLING STUPID YOU MOTERFUCKING HOE” SHanika lunged at Ashley, but Ashley juts elbowed her causing Shanika to hit the dresser, they’d started a fight in the middle of the hotel room. Ashley had come to the visit trusting Floyd, but she didn’t know what was going on outside the walls of Holiday Inn.
“The fuck you calling stupid?! Yo ass who been locked up 3 fucking years caling ME stupid, You see my ass only been in a cell couple weeks, mama get this bitch.

“Don’t call your sister a fucking bitch?! Both of you stop it STOP IT STOP IT RIGHT THE FUCK NOW” Erica was practically yelling she was tired of the fighting between them but Shanika grabbed Ashley’s leg slamming her into the bed then got up to start punching her only for Ashley to kick her into the mirro, glass shattered, Eric was yelling, Ashley got up to grab Shanika by her head increasing her density and as a result her strength before slamming her head into the dresser breaking it.

“Oh shit”

“AAH SHANIKA LOOK WHAT THE FUCK YALL FIGHTING DID YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!!!! “ Erica rushed over to Shanika who’d been slammed into the now broken dresser groaning, blood coming from her mouth, while Erica slapped Ashley hard. She’d ended up hurtin her own hand due to Ashley’s durability but that didn’t surpress her anger, it was only the explosion that they heard outside. Ashley rushed to the window to see the police station in flames. “Floyd..You fucking
idiot..” She whispered seeing the destruction, this would help her get away from cops for sure, she’d be the last thing they were worrying about.

“YOU COME UP IN HERE START THIS SHTI U NOT GONNA HELP HER GET UP AFTER YOU SMASHED HER HEAD INTO THE DRESSEr.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP MAMA SHUT THE FUCK U{“ She pulled SHanika out the rubble and tossed her body on the bed and rushed out the hotel room, she wondered if that was all Floyd did, he was an extremist but she smiled it was high time some-body messed with cops. She rushed into her vehicle, and began heading towards her pent-house. Since Floyd kicked her out she’d been reviewing her options about where to stay either with her family, at a hotel outside of Miami, or maybe even campus despite heightened security. She was driving as her phone was ringing, it was Ronee. “WAssup?!

“WASSUP? Girl you fucking alive, I saw that shit on the news, you ain’t hear that shit? Shit’s blowing up, it’s fucking Bin Laden’s Squad up in Miami I’m trying to get the fuck out, everybody bust out the fucking jail, shit crazy, it’s.” Before she could talk the line went out, and a spray of bullets tore through her window, causing Ashley to drop her phone and drive off road slamming into breaks as drove over the side-walk and nearly hit the side of a building. “Fuck what the..”

People with orange jump suits ran past her inside the story while two ran up to her car both with AK 47’s as one got in the passenger seat, and the other got in the back-seat they both put their guns to her head.” Bitch listen up you going fucking drive now!!!!” Ashley was just using her spatial vision to see everything going on pure chaos in the streets, sirens blaring, she remembered what Ronee said before the line cut off. “Evryone’s busting outta jail.

“You stupid mother..fuckers!!!!!!”

“THE FUCK YOU SAY BLAST THIS BITCH” The man pulled the trigger bullets tore through and hit Ashley’s head but crumped as they hit, while she turned around opening up a spatial cut to chop the man’s arm off causing blood to rush out before the cut became a vacumn suckin the man and his arm into as he reappeared in the middle of the ocean submerged in shark infested waters, with the creatures quickly attracted to him because of the blood, the other man wanted to get out of the car only for a sphere of space to form around his head tightening causing him to scream, while Ashley too the ak shrinking it and warping it inside the space sphere putting it in his throat and enlarging it until it burst through his neck, blood splattering, as she warped the injured man into an ally. “Fucking piece of shit!!!! Damn it Floyd!? She backed up and slammed her foot on the gas she didn’t care who she hit as she raced to her place. It wasn’t long before she was parked and up the elevator her suite, turning on the news where it was a scene of panic. The largest prison break in the history of the United States, all the weapons the prisoners acquired, police station and parking lot bombings.

“This dumb mother fucker, the whole city finna have 5 stars!!!!!” She settled into her crumb, everything going on was stressing her out. Rory putting Jay, Ralph, and the others in the hospital, her family in Miami and having to be with them, Floyd doing whatever it took to keep his money flowing, no telling if the others could be trusted, the combination of everything blew her high. These powers had helped her do something she’d have never done without them, become a millionaire. Aside from Mike and maybe Carmen, the rest of them had used their powers to cash out getting big bucks. The only way she could get that kind of money was by robbing the bank or people themselves, and with the way she did it, that meant killing them. “Fuck all this bull-shit..I gotta get lit.!” She looked down into the streets below, everything was going crazy in this city, it was becoming more and more like the Bahama’s every day.

She thought about life if she hadn’t got these powers. She’d have started selling marijuana like her ex, while working her way into joining the military so her college tuition could be payed, while also taking out her aggression on people she’d be payed to kill. Then finish college, and start her career as a hair stylist, become financially stable, she’d had a plan but these powers had changed everything. The party that was coming to a close suddenly had no end, she could do as much drugs and drinking as she pleased for the rest of her life. Going to the military didn’t matter anymore she had enough money to pay off her student loans hell she already had started, she just had to make it look like the money came from Cut for Bucks, instead of financially stable she was richer then she’d ever imagined she could be unless Jay went to the NFL or Ralph got signed by a major record label, and finally instead of legally taking out her aggression as a soldier her powers had fueled her violence to beat and murder everyone that got in her way. She took a seat in-front of her bong and warped some weed into it, before making her lighter appear and hitting it inhaling the cannabis smoke. Her bottle of Xanax and her jug of Ginger ale appeared, bringing a red solo cup over to the table she poured the drink in, then took out two bars swallowing them one after another with the aid of the soda.

“Fuck..I can do..whatever.” People outside where getting mugged by prisoners, but the whole confrontation made her think. Her, Michael, Floyd, Rory, Carmen, and that chick before she died, they were the most powerful people on the planet. She never had to worry about being locked up again by The Boys, she was fucking invincible, it was just starting to hit her now. She never had to listen to nobody else again not the police, not the feds, The Government, her family, nobody she was a free agent, the military, college, even her career not if it mattered because she..was a god, a goddess. She made the Ziploc bag full of weed she kept in her drawer appear as well as a pack of rello’s .She tore open the rapper, before carely extracting the blunt, splitting it down from the middle and making the tobacco disappear sending it to the ocean. She took out a couple big nugs and began rolling the blunt, as her laptop began buzzing. She picked up the laptop in a sphere of space bringing it in-front o her seeing it was the information and she just smiled.

She was suddenly feeling extremely good as the 4mg of Xanax was kicking in more hard as hell, as her worries melted away, as she completed rolling the blunt just in time as she was going to be far too fucked up to roll another. “Oh shit..Imma do whatever!” She smiled picking up her phone to hit her up Tat man.” Hell yeah I got bands on that shit I’m tryna get tatted like Wiz, yuh..I’m on my rich shit yuh..whateve shut da fuck up and do it motherfucker!” After the conversation was done she was sparking the blunt and looking over the information I sent her while the xanax kicked in harder and more powerfully. “Oh..uh..yuh..all
deze..fuckers finna die.” It was time to try something she hadn’t done before, she used her spatial sense but began expanding it so she could see more then juts her room, the entire hotel, and then farther and farther and farther pushing herself, before focusing on several targets. “turn upppp” Boom..one of another people began appearing on the table in-front of her miniaturized people from the Falcon family that escaped, as well as the Cartels. She put a wall of space around the table to contain the people in jump-suits. She formed a smaller box of space for the special interest people I sent in the text after all that was 10 grand. She pointed at the smaller box causing it to lift up as an invisible appendage of space lifted it up. “OK yall..in the smaller..box..I got someone tryna cop 10 g’s for yall mother fuckers..umm..damn yall yelling and confused and shit, especially the cops..ok..the nasty motherfuckers..come with me..12..I just want yall to watch wass going on ight.”

She reached into the box forming a “Carpet of space” That stretched out the feet of the inmates in the jump-suit, and he went over to her kitchen dropping them in a bowl and putting it in the micro-wave then pressed then 3. She took out her phone going to Floyd, and then went to video and raised it to the microwave, pressed red for record then start.