Kindle Edition Amazon Facebook Category:  Action/Thriller Publisher: Take Over Publishing ISBN-10:  B00C8W228Q Type: Fiction Pages: 117 Just when you thought it was safe to turn down the lights... Origins is the first installment from the highly anticipated Urban/Psychological Thriller novella series “Beyond the Mask” from the master of Urban Psychological warfare, Novelist Poe. Beyond the Mask: Origins sets the stage for the madness to come by introducing us to the two souls who will ultimately hold the fate of the world in the palms of their hands. IF YOU THINK YOU KNOW URBAN LITERATURE...THINK AGAIN! I dare you to journey Beyond the Mask.       Excerpt PROLOGUE When the Rabbit has the Gun               “Don't you hurt her!” shouted the man as he struggled mightily to free himself from the ropes that bonded him to the heavy, rusted metal chair. “I swear to God, I will kill you if you hurt my child!”               “How touching.” Eric Sinclair quipped, with his face frowned, mocking the man by pretending to shed a tear of sorrow. “Sad, but how very touching that a man, who had the greatest of life's gifts bestowed upon him by the so called Almighty God of the world, shows concern for his daughter. I ask you this though officer. Where was that concern when you left your wife and daughter abandoned at home? Left them cold, hungry and alone while you went out into the world and fornicated with every harlot acting, sexually deviant minded woman you took a sworn oath to rid the streets of? WHERE WAS IT! No...no, your concern for your daughter is not realistic. You care not for her, nor do you care for what may happen to her this evening. You entertain the emotions of anger and care on the outside, while the true performance of your soul dances within you. I know you Detective. I know what really happened to your wife. Your hands bear the stains that no amount of repentance could ever wash away. You are wearing a mask, Detective Harper. A mask that on this most glorious of nights, shall finally be removed from your pitiful face.”               Eric Sinclair symbolically placed his hands to his head, and abstracted an imaginary mask from his face. Detective Harper wiggled and writhed about in the heavily weighted steel chair. He could feel the ropes starting to loosen. He rapidly rotated his feet in an effort to further extricate himself from captivity. Eric Sinclair expressed amusement at Detective Harper's tenacity in trying to free himself. He applauded him for the bravery. The atmosphere was maddening in the sense that Detective Harper was covered under a suffocating shroud of darkness. He knew that his daughter was somewhere in the room, but he could not lay his eyes on her. His bondsman remained a disembodied, ambiguous voice, within the range of sound, helplessly out of touch of his hands.               The deranged man pulled up a metal folding chair and sat down beside the detective. “You know,” he started to say in a low, monotonic tone; “I am not a man who does not understand you, Detective Harper. I do not understand your motives for doing the unspeakable shit that you do. I get it man. Believe me...I get it. You murdered your wife because you had to right? RIGHT! Yeah, I know that I am right. I would have killed the bitch too. Shit man, if a bitch wouldn't suck my dick when I came home after a hard day of cracking skulls and whooping ass, I would fuck a bitch up too. Dig this right. You are going to die, but I may give you a chance to save yourself. I haven't decided yet. That will all depend on how well we all make it through this. You feel me flat foot?”               The desperation of the Detective grew exponentially as his screams for salvation grew louder. Footsteps could be heard off in the distance. Detective Harper's movement ceased as he attempted to listen carefully to the sounds around him. The faint sounds of what he believed to be dogs growling and barking could be heard in the distance. “Let me go you sonofabitch! I swear, I am going to rip your fucking heart out! Be a man and face me!”               Eric stared at Detective Harper through the darkness. His mind was steadily knocking on the door to insanity. Each knock represented a thought that would plunge him further into the land of no return. Stop shouting at me. You are a bad man and you are scaring me. I don't think that I like Detective Harper anymore. I don't like his bitch ass anymore either. Well I do. I think he is cute. Let me see how big his dick is before you cut it off. Ok Eric? THAT'S ENOUGH! I am sick of all of you. Just shut the hell up, and let me work.               Eric Sinclair grew tired of the game, and decided to end it. He opened a door and traveled over to the wall on the far side of the room and pushed up the switch which controlled the lighting in the room. The brief flash of the bright light temporarily blinded Detective Harper, which caused his eyes to squint heavily until his vision was able to adjust. When he regained full visual focus, his face contorted into an expression of horror. He realized that he was being held captive in the basement of the house of the woman that he murdered in cold blood.               “Th-th-this is my house. You sick bastard!” he screamed when he saw his daughter tied to a stake in the middle of the room. “What have you done to her? Let her go!. Goddammit, Eric, let her go!”               The stake was positioned in the center of the floor plan. A thick glass structure housed both Detective Harper and his daughter with an equally thick wall of glass separating the two of them. Harper looked around and noticed that the rope that constrained him ran from his chair, to a lever that controlled an old weathered, wooden door on the opposite side of his daughter's cell. He turned his head to the left, and realized that there was an identical door on his side as well. Outside of the cell, hundreds of faceless, and expressionless ceramic white mask decorated the walls as well as various newspaper articles about what the media has termed, “The Nightmare Man Murders.”               The door to his cell opened and Eric Sinclair entered into the tiny room. Detective Harper lunged his body in Sinclair's direction. The momentum and forced used caused the chair to topple over which sent his body down to the cement floor with a loud thud. Eric Sinclair jumped back and began to giggle wildly. “Wow, such aggression. I can see why those women loved to have sex with you.” He reached down to lift the Detective's body back to a seated position. “There is something that I always wondered about aggressive men like you, something that I have always found to be extremely sexy.”               Eric Sinclair reached down between Detective Harper's legs and tightly gripped the bulge made by the genitalia in his jeans. “Damn, Detective Harper,” Eric said as he licked his lips. “You really do represent the strong arm of the law. Tell me something. Does it taste as good as it feels?”               “Untie me motherfucker and I will gladly show you.”               “Oh come now baby, you don't be that way with me. I know that you are just as curious about me as I am about you. I would see the way that you would stare deep into the television screen whenever a news report of me came on. All of the newspaper articles you have collected, and my many mask that decorate the walls of your basement. That is why you killed her isn't it? You killed your wife because you didn’t want to share me. Wow big daddy!  I just love a man who will kill for me. Such an amazing turn on.”                Sinclair shoved his hand down the front of his own pants to stroke the erection that continued to grow with every erotic thought of the detective. After a few seconds, he felt the vibration of Detective Harper's penis in his hand as it began to harden. A sinister smile flashed across his face as he squeezed Detective Harper's penis a little harder in order to feel the throbbing pulsation. Eric began to slowly massage Detective Harper's cock and said in a slightly feminine voice, “My word Detective, you sure do know how to make a girl feel like she is doing her job. Now I have to see if I can make my chocolate daddy cum for me.”               Eric began to stroke his dick faster as Detective Harper struggled with everything inside of himself to fight his growing sexual urges. He felt his victim fighting his natural desires and moved his hands faster on the detective crotch. He positioned himself in front of the embattled Detective, slowly unzipped his victim's pants, and exposed his massively hard erection. Detective Harper closed his eyes as tightly as he could. He could not stand to watch what could possibly happen next.               “Oh my God, Detective, I am going to suck your dick better than any other woman has ever sucked a dick in her life. You look so good to me. I have no idea why the other voices want to kill you. I am not like them. No...not like them at all. I just want to love you. Take you all of the way inside of my mouth and savor every inch of you. Neatly swallow every last drop.”               Eric Sinclair slowly dropped to his knees, and placed the Detective's penis into his mouth. With a smooth steady motion, his head and his hands glided up and down in a perfectly simultaneous rhythm. As he orally performed on his captive, he masturbated feverishly, almost bringing himself to the point of ejaculation. Eric listened carefully to each and every sound that Detective Harper made. He reveled in the fact that just as much as he was emasculating this poor man, he was pleasuring him just the same.               Their moans grew louder, and started to come faster. Eric sucked him harder until Detective Harper ejaculated. “Keep going baby. Keep shooting that warm cum in my mouth. Let me show your daughter how to properly take a man's dick while she is watching. Let me be the mother that you viciously ripped out of her life.”               Eric stood up and slowly licked his lips clean before quickly sneaking a kiss on Detective Harper's cheek. “My turn,” he said, as he placed the tip of his penis to the detective’s mouth. Within a second of the touch, Detective Harper opened his mouth and viciously attempted to bite the mad man's penis in half.               “Whoa!” Eric cried as he jumped backward out of the way. “I guess you aren't much of a homosexual after all. Damn! I was so looking forward to experiencing a double ejaculation. What a pity too. I told her that she would get to see us both cum. You never fucking cooperate. That is why you are in this position now.”               “Why don't you untie me from this chair you coward? Untie me so we can both experience satisfaction. You can experience the satisfaction of feeling me. And I can experience the satisfaction of ripping you black heart out.”               “Is that so, Detective Harper?”               “Yeah!”               “Is that the same thing that you did to your wife when you slaughtered her? Is that why she still has that… look on her face?               “What the hell are you talking about?”               Eric walked to the far side of the small cell and picked up the rotting carcass that was lying face down in the corner. He quickly carried the corpse over to where Detective Harper was sitting, and dumped it at his feet. Harper gasped in horror, when he realized that the decaying body was that of his deceased wife. Detective Harper closed his eyes and quickly turned his head away.               “What is wrong Harp? You don't like seeing your handy work? What a shame too.  My friend, that bitch was fine. Damn what a waste of good pussy my nigga.”               “Why are you doing this? Why are you playing these sick games? Why are you speaking in all of these different voices?  Just fucking end this already. Let my daughter go and just kill me!”               Eric tucked his now flaccid penis back down into his pants and walked towards the cell door. He turned back toward the Detective and spoke some final words to him. “How funny is it that for all of these years, you have dedicated your career to capturing me, yet I am the one who captured you? It was no accident you see. We were not placed here together by actions of our own. Oh no, Detective Harper, we exist right now on the same path of this life because it was destined to be. It was always their destiny for us to play against one another in this little game of life. We all have that one person in life that is our identical equal. In my heart, I believed that you were mine. I knew that deep down inside you never really wanted to bring the evil, so called “Nightmare Man” to justice. Nooooo...you would never have captured me because you secretly wanted to be just like me. You wear a mask of sanity to hide from the world, just the same as I wear my red mask to hide from people the likes of you.”               Eric paused for a moment to pull out a cigarette. He quickly lit it, and continued, “Most people in the world want to learn to win in this chaotic game called life but they never truly learn how accept the fact that more than likely that are destined to lose. They pray to an imaginary ghost in the sky for salvation. Wow! SALVATION! Salvation from what? All of you people want this fantastic dream of everlasting life without embracing the harsh reality of death. I have learned to embrace death, love death. I, Detective Harper, welcome death. “   “Look around,” he sternly ordered the Detective as he pointed to the masks that decorated the walls. “They have all fallen. They have all lost. They are the reason why I continue to win. My purpose is to kill motherfuckers like them. You, Detective Harper are not like them. You are just like me. You laugh in the face of death every night. Time for the laughter to stop. Tonight, you will learn to accept your death in order to once again, truly walk amongst the living.”               Detective Harper was left in a state of stunned silence. His mind raced a million miles per second. Eric Sinclair's words made sense to him.               “Pay attention!” Eric shouted as he slapped Harper across the face. “The rope that binds you controls the fates of both you and your daughter. If you manage to escape from the ties that bind you, the slack in the rope will activate the lever to the door in the other cell. On the other side of that door are three starving pitbull dogs that only have a taste for human flesh. They will feast on your daughter's body until there is nothing left to bury. Should you choose to remain confined to the chair, you both will be encased in this tomb until you suffocate and die. Detective, tonight there will be no happy ending. Tonight there is only your life, or your two deaths. The ending of either of you is in your hands. Will you fight for your life or will you die a horrific death together. This is your nightmare.

Another Masterpiece By Novelist Poe, 5 Stars, Psychological Horror
Yet again Novelist Poe has come back with yet another masterpiece. This time delving into the the minds behind secret government projects. A fast pace read that you wont want to put down until its finished. So sit back and enjoy!! Novelist Poe is back!!!!!


The night has added a new man to fear...Eric Sinclair
The nightmare become "daymare" as the characters from Beyond the Mask follow you in the waking hours.

From the creative mind of Novelist Poe, arrives one of the darkest urban novels to date. After reading his first novel, Poison Ivy, I knew this new one would be just as good if not better. Better is what he delivered in this tale of a twisted government funded program.

From the detailed description of each scene to the emotions of his characters, Novelist Poe, pulls you in and never let go. The basement, to the apartment, to the final scene, each jumped from my Kindle to play out in front of me. The fight scenes were very well written. Much so, I'm sure The Rock could easy read it and do just what he read without being shown it. The interactions between the characters were written like mini movies. When it comes time to turn this novella into full featured film, there will not be a need for much adjusting as Novelist Poe delivers the goods perfectly.

Not only were the scenes descriptive enough to make me feel as though I was a fly on the wall but the characters were well developed. These characters are crazy on many levels which Novelist Poe guilds you to the depths of their sanity or in most cases insanity. I am eager to see what becomes of those whose mask were removed and those whose mask have yet to be. I am hoping for the best outcome for the children characters. However, given Novelist Poe's past work, I doubt the best will come to them; yet I will still hope.

Novelist Poe has given Urban Lit a fresh face and a fresh breath of air. It is different, uniquely creative and oh so good. For this to be the first in the series, I will patiently await the remaining novellas of Beyond the Mask to appear. Although, I doubt my endurance level is high enough to do so.

He has done it again! There is a shift occurring in Urban Lit and it begins with Novelist Poe's Beyond the Mask - The Origins.

Re-charge your e-readers!
He has done it again! I am talking to all of you who have read Novelist Poe's earlier work, the international best seller, "Poison Ivy". Poe has shifted gears and hurls readers into the underbelly of the criminal world. He exposes us to a very different side of life. This book is a guided tour to hell. Intended for adults only, be ready for any everything-you will be looking over your shoulder and sleeping with a night light on I assure you!
Purposely not published as urban literature, I believe Poe wants to invite a more mature more sophisticated audience into the fold. You will be absorbed by the compelling nature of each character in this book. Each segment is a biography of a flawed human being, damaged by society's dregs. Indisputably raw and uncompromising- you will be changed by this work!