Black Isis

By Rob C. Johnson

Drugs, crime lords and people underneath the law in order to become richer. These are the people Teiyana faces along with her inner demons, her past, and the mysterious disappearance of the one of the richest women. Now, it's up to her to stop everything and figure out what's happening..

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Sep 24, 2009
• ISBN: 9781481710558

Rob C. Johnson

A new and upcoming writer from Independence, Louisiana. He's been writing for ten years and enjoys new concepts. "Fiction is what I usually write, and creativity seems to always welcome itself when writing is at hand."

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PROLOGUE

Rain poured fiercely from the night skies, stabbing through the air with the sounds of billions of needles. Two young women occupied a white, crème-colored vehicle; one whom was Teiyana Scott, a young, twenty-one year old black female with long, black, braided hair that fell over her shoulder and on her chest, and a police badge on a chain and black, leather wallet hung around her neck. She tapped her long, white fingernails on the steering wheel. In the passenger’s side, the other, nineteen year old Naomi Fara stared into a daze out the window. Her skin was the color of vanilla. She had long, black hair like Teiyana’s but came straight down instead of braided. She had blue eyes; Teiyana’s were a light brown. Slow, soft music poured from the radio of the 2007 vehicle. The voice belonged to a very, beautiful singer. The beautiful voice soothingly escaped the cars speakers. She stared hard through the intense rain as the windshield wipers constantly batted away the harsh downpour. The vehicle’s headlights surveyed the night streets, minding the speed limit. Both women were silent for a moment. It was a while before Naomi broke the monotony.

What I guess I’m trying to say is . . . thanks.

For a moment, Teiyana was quiet, but eventually replied: I couldn’t have done it without you.

I’m glad you’re helping me find my Mom. I just hope it isn’t too late. Naomi replied, biting nervously on her fingernail. She looked out the passenger’s side window, through the rainy blur of the night.

Yeah, let’s hope . . . Teiyana muttered to herself. She was lost in thought for a moment, not sure as to whether they were heading in the right direction, but there was only one way to be sure. The sheet of paper given from Henry earlier had given her the address.

***

As the minutes passed on, she sat up in the drizzling rain. Coughing, shaking and wheezing. She had to get out soon, hypothermia symptoms would take over her body. Her vision was blurred. In front of her, the car she once occupied sat faint in the rain’s thickness.

She coughed and walked. She felt dizzy. She felt lightheaded . . . like she would faint at any given moment. Voices . . . where are they coming from? There were too many of them. Her head would explode. Teiyana fell to her stomach, falling into a puddle the size of an ocean. She fought to stay surfaced. She tried to kick to the top, but the ocean was endless. Soon, very soon, she stopped kicking. Her arms grew tired as they failed her. The breathing would stop and then . . . she drowned.

1

T HE YEAR WAS 2008. The streets were crowded on that Monday afternoon. People crowded the city sidewalks as well as cars that jam-packed the streets. The sun shone brightly, bringing a heat wave about it. Through the large crowd of people, a young man tore through the sea of people, as if hurrying through tall weeds in a jungle that were taller than him. He knocked down a blonde woman on her cellular phone. She fell to the ground as she picked up the phone and dislocated battery.

Are you fucking nuts?!

He sprinted out into the street, as that happened, Teiyana trailed not too far after him. She tried her best not to knock anyone over, but was failing miserably. She was inching her way around people, yelling: police! Police business! Move! Move the fuck out the way!

Flashing her badge as well, she moved through the crowded area to give notice of her purpose. Danny was nearly planted on the front bumper of a red jeep. It skidded to a sudden halt. Teiyana’s fleeing suspect jumped over the next halting car, then into a nearby alley. Amidst the action, he roughly grabbed a young Asian girl by force. He yanked her past two brick buildings.

Teiyana Scott wore a black, open denim jacket with a white T-shirt with black denim capris that stopped at her knees, and white and pink tennis shoes. Her hair was long and braided in rows and had light, brown eyes. As she rounded the corner, she could hear a gun click from the open alleyway.

A scream became the young woman’s first reaction to the steel pressed against her temple. Following the screams was the crying and sniveling. She pleaded for her life. Don’t kill me! Please, don’t kill me!

Shut up you fuckin’ cunt! I said shut the fuck up! He said roughly, shaking the cold steel against her temple.

Teiyana finally made it. Slowly, she drew her handgun as she slowly aimed while stepping in front of the two. The young man’s eyes bloodshot, held the gun to her head with a shaky hand.

The hot sun beamed down on the three. Teiyana kept her steel focused on Danny while his stained the temple of the crying, innocent woman.

Okay. Let’s take it easy. Okay? I’ll drop my gun while you drop yours. Okay?

She felt at this particular moment, that she needed to talk the young man down a bit. Diffuse the situation as much as possible before someone innocent was killed. He was traumatized probably, worked up, and capable of pulling the trigger at any given moment. This woman didn’t do a damn thing to deserve this, yet she was caught up in the middle. She was someone’s daughter, someone’s girlfriend or wife. What caught Teiyana’s attention was the girl’s stomach. The bulge in her stomach which told her the girl was definitely a mother; a mother with an unborn child.

I have to talk him down, she thought.

As for Danny, his thoughts were too clouded. He could barely pay attention, and, in between Teiyana and the crying woman, things couldn’t get any worse. His failures of the past were constantly reminded to him over and over again. Damn Mom and Dad. Damn ’em both. If they’d only really give a shit, I’d wouldn’t be hustling Black Isis for a living. Things would be a lot better than this. By now, it was a matter of who would make the next move. Danny was the first to make his.

I can call you Dan, right? Let’s not do anything crazy. Okay?

Pissing him off was the last thing on her mind. The woman getting out safe was her main focus. She could feel her hands shake. Her pulse was in a race against her heart to see which one could beat the fastest. This was the last thing she expected would happen today, but she was a police officer, and the idea was to expect the unexpected.

That’s when the voices moved to him in a rush. They were the tantalizing voices from his parents. They came from the past to remind him of how his low self-esteem forced him to start the drug pushing business. The Black Isis in his blood stream was actively affecting him. The alley started to shift around as if someone totally discombobulated all scenery. It all became an abstract painting. Through his bloodshot eyes, he became upset at the world. That’s when he fired a loud shot that rang throughout the alleyways. Everyone outside or around the corners that heard the gunshot didn’t stay around long enough.

Teiyana didn’t follow everyone else surrounding them. She paused. Her gun was now lowered to the ground. She stood in horror as her heart behind her white, short sleeve shirt tried to dive into her stomach.

It could’ve been the smoking gun that left the girl’s temple—or the bullet going entering into her skull, splattering her brains on the pavement. She gripped the black handle of the glock tighter. The young female cop waited. Danny raised his nine millimeter pistol. Teiyana had beaten him to the punch—otherwise she was next in line to catch the following bullet. The bullets released from her glock until that gun could no longer disperse ammunition; the answer to the emptied gun, clicked an empty chamber. Next, sirens blared in the distance. Mixed voices of panicked people molded in creating disorganized noise.

Teiyana knew what was next though. She could feel it. But, all in the same, if she didn’t do it, he’d hit her for sure. And she wasn’t going to just stand there and let him shoot her. She approached him all while reloading her glock 17 with a fresh new magazine. Blood pooled around both bodies. Teiyana stepped her white sneakers over it all, kicking the 9mm away from the suspect’s open hand. Sure he was down, but she couldn’t be too careless. The last thing that was needed was her getting killed over being careless.

But what stirred her most was the twisted look of horror on the victim’s face. Teiyana couldn’t seem to shake that face. She felt her heart begin to race again. It raced the same way as when she first entered the alleyway. Teiyana slowly held a hand over her mouth. The sight was sickening to her eyes, but she had to hold her composure.

"Fuck!" She said under her breath before straightening up.

Hours after the shootout ended in tragedy, Teiyana arrived at the station where she figured the millions of reporters flocked like ants to sugar. The sweet, dripping nectar of story had their names written all over it. The voices of different volumes surrounded her like someone cut up the television of her thoughts. She wished she could turn it all down. Flashes met with the flood of people and so many voices. The more common question the reporters seemed to mainly ask, what about the Berg Kid? Did you really kill him in spite of your hatred of those that commit heinous acts?

Why did you open fire on the Berg Kid? Do you believe the nation has a hand in the reason for teens with firearms?

They wouldn’t stop, Teiyana thought to herself. They need to just go away! They got annoying with all their questions giving her a headache. She, along with her thoughts, drowned in the sea of reporters, making it hard to break through them. It was then that a familiar man stepped through to move them out of her way.

No comments people. Officer Scott has nothing to speak about on the matter.

Teiyana knew him as Paul Stafford, her boss and the chief of police. Most importantly, what no one also saw in him, like her and her sister did, was a father figure. Paul was an older man, much in his later forties with short, brown hair and sort of a bigger than average build. His beard and mustache were the same color as his hair. His facial hair looked as if it hadn’t been cut in years.

Teiyana and Paul had a father and daughter relationship, he’d look out for her the best way he could without breaking any type of protocol. After all, he still had to keep his job. The surrounding reporters moved their attention to the chief of police next.

Officer Stafford, is this allegation against your junior officer true?

She, at that point, couldn’t just sit there. These guys weren’t helping. Yes, it might’ve been that Paul had everything under control, but she had to say something, rather than every one of these reporters asking him questions about her like she wasn’t present.

C’mon. That kid had a gun. A gun! You think I was supposed to let ’im shoot me? What the fuck?! And he was high on that Black Isis shit! He shot a fucking pregnant woman, oh did you forget that?

Paul put up a hand to calm her down. Her hand moved to her forehead trying to shut out the constant chatter. Her eyes completely shut. An exaggerated sigh escaped her throat.

No further questions. Come on! You all got lives to attend to? Let’s get this all cleaned up out here.

They both left the sea of press behind as Teiyana stepped into the station with Paul behind her. Walking by the officer at the desk, a slightly chubby, older black female officer, Lorraine Simmons, spotted Teiyana with a: hi girl.