Jordan Jackson is a detective who lives in guilt for his younger brother's death over a year ago in a fire. He is given a case that involves the death of forty underworld villains (drug dealers, rapists, and so on). Investigating the case, he goes to a source on the streets to find out that there have been forty more deaths that are unaccounted for. He soon finds himself over his head when face to face with the killer. The killer, cloaked in blackness, disappears and reappears around Jordan, making a capture impossible. Confused as to how this killer is able to do these things, he feels his heart stop when the figure speaks. Behind the mask is the sound of his dead brother.This book is about unlocking the brain and the possibilities that are available when a person is able to do this. This is Captured Sorrows.
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The house he stayed in was an average looking house with white walls on the interior and green on the exterior. It had four rooms; the bedroom, living room, bathroom and dining room. The first thing he was going to do was get a shower, than he would sit down and watch Planet of the Apes as he drank beer after beer. The thought of doing those things made him smile briefly before he saw the same figure, as before standing right in front of his car.
Gasping, he looks in disbelief and did not understand how it got there, it was not noticed when he first drove in the garage. Not sure whether it was real Brian blinked his eyes expecting the figure to disappear. But it was still there and a cold chill went down his back.
It just stood there staring at him, not moving at all, but this was nothing that he could not handle. Stepping out of the car he moved his knife out of the holster and in the back of his belt so it was not noticed.
Once out of the car he stepped onto the solid concrete, shut the door to his Nissan. It made a loud echo inside the garage and he was not sure on how to react to the intruder. It was no cop; a cop would be wearing a uniform or would be flashing a badge. ANd would not be wearing a mask. Not to mention they would not of broken into his garage to wait for his return. So it was a good thing that whoever this was came here of their own free will. In result to their stupidity, he would be able to kill the figure and dump the body wherever he wanted to. They would never find the body or be able to tell who it was once he was finished with him. But it did make him curious as to whom this person was that was basically committing suicide coming here. So out of curiosity Brian said loudly and firmly, “Who are you and what are you doing here?”
The figure was silent for a few seconds till finally it spoke up in the same cold voice that he heard in the Peterson home, “Who am I? I don’t know! I do know who you are though!”
That voice sent a chill down Brian’s back; he was not sure whether to press the situation anymore. Should just kill the idiot now, but nobody in there right mind would stand up to the blood hound. They all were afraid of him! So smiling broadly Brian laughed loudly and said, “I don’t care who you are or what you think I am. But I do know what your doing here. And that’s to die! Another death to my name: I will be so famous before I die!” Even as he spoke Brian pulled out his knife and launched it toward the black figures head. But it went right through it's face and smashed into the wooden wall behind him making a thump sound. The figure disappeared out of nowhere making Brian's heart jump, “What the hell?”
Before he had time to think about how it just disappeared or how the knife flew through it, Brian heard the cold voice from behind him, “Your kind will never learn! Time for you to be judged by God! Go see him!” Brian cried out from shock and terror when the voice came from behind him. So he quickly spun around pulling out the last knife that he held on his belt, saw the figure in black. He smashed the blade toward the figures face but felt it grab his hand stopping the blade inches from penetrating its mask.
Putting all his strength into his arm he tried to push the blade down into the figures face, but could not budge it as his entire arm began to shake. Staring wide-eyed at the figures arm. It was not shaking at all, as if there was not even any weight being pushed into its arm. It caused Brian to curse loudly in frustration. Knowing that the knife would not penetrate him, Brian used his other hand and brought it into the figures face as hard as he could. But the figure made no movement; before he could try again he felt a sharp blow into his face causing him to drop the knife, falling backwards onto the concrete grabbing his nose. It throbbed painfully in his hands as blood ran down from the nostrils onto his lips.
Not wanting to risk it, Brian pulled him-self up and went to run but felt dizziness from the blow and collapsed onto the ground once more. Scared to look up and see the figure staring down at him. Keeping his head turned away he waited a few seconds for a painful blow but felt nothing. Turning his head to where the figure was, but saw nobody. Not knowing where it went, not caring Brian knew that this was his chance to get out of there. So he pushed him-self up and went right to his car opening the door right away, jumping in. He pulled out his keys but dropped them onto the ground in front of him.
“Let me get those!” The cold voice came from beside him and he jolted back against the driver’s door at what he saw. The black figure sat in the passengers seat staring toward the back of the garage. Not moving an inch as if he was staring at something wonderful in the wood.
Wendy, "Life is so hard at times, but what i've learned is that we must push through the darkness in order to see the light. And the strongest power out there in our Captured Sorrows is the power of faith and hope"
Damon, "We're loved, even if it seems impossible to see it. It is just our job to make sure we feel it and to believe that it will guide us."