Famous (The Soul of the World Book 1) by David Skato (best book reader .txt) 📗

Dontae’ look at each other and give slight smirks. They head down the elevator.

The sun was setting, and the city bokeh city lights started to shine in the dark. The evening traffic started to pick up as people were leaving their jobs for the day. Jessi and Dontae’ walk to the sidewalk and stand by his car.

“Well he lawyer-ed up fast. He definitely knows Adonis.” Jessi states as she looks down the street towards the evening traffic.

Dontae’ skips over the observation as if it’s obvious, “A note with the same letters as his painting is more than a coincidence.”

“Yea. And anybody with that type of shit hanging around their head murdered somebody at least once in they life,” Jessi remarks.

Dontae responds with a slight laugh, “What you know about art rookie? “

“I know that shit is a bit strange for my taste.”

“Yea. I’ve seen your apartment.”

“What does that supposed to mean?!”

“Nothing. But all black everything? For a woman? Kind of sends a message.”

“Yes. I like black! And don’t be talking about my place! We all don’t have -“Sandy”- to decorate for us, “Jessi states with an ugly drawl, making a funny face, and displaying air quotes.

Dontae’ checks a message on his phone, which opens to an image of a very sexy butt in lingerie with the text: “Meet me in the bedroom.” He smiles a bit and looks up to see Jessi staring directly in his face. “Important message I see.”

Dontae’ ignored the comment, “Tomorrow, I want you to find everything you can on that artwork and about the language on that note. Start with Georgian. I'm going to go visit Adonis Sterling.”

“Got ya. I’ll catch up with you in the morning.” She responds, looking at her phone.

“Okay. Hop in I'll give you a ride.”

“No. I'm good. I'll take an Uber. I’m going to go bar hopping. I’m sure there will be tons of Rochelle tribute parties tonight.”

He shakes his head with a slight laugh. “Okay, Text me and let me know when you made it home.”

“Okay, Dad,” She smirks.

“Very funny,” he smiles as he watches Jessi turn and walk away and soon disappearing into the madness of the city’s foot traffic.

In a restored two-story brownstone, Across town, Adonis Sterling franticly tosses random clothing and other items into a well-worn black suitcase watching the door closely as if he is expecting someone at any second.  As he struggles to close the bag, a short but strong wind gust rattles his window. Adonis stops cold. His face goes to an almost statuesque stillness, his eyes bulge as he stares at the window. He unnoticedly leaves one clamp open on the suitcase as he saunters towards the window. His steps squeak a loose board in what now seems to be a dead silent room. He walks to the window veers down at what’s below. His face, in horror, mouth open, at the sight of something that drives pure terror through his slinky body.

On the street stood a shadowy figure in the shape of a man; But this was no man. The oozing black sludge that composed its entire body dangled from its razor-sharp teeth.  The socket of its eyes were black holes that led to an abyss of unknown horrors. Its hands hung neanderthal-like to its sides, appearing to be a few inches, maybe even a foot, too long for its body.  It was hard to tell if this thing was made of sludge or smoke because it looked like a bit of both.

Adonis jumps backward and falls over a chair as he rushes over to his suitcase. He grabs it, but the unhinged clamp makes one side open, and the contents spew out in a fan fashion all over the room. He takes a quick look, leaves it, and runs out the door. He runs down the stairs, falling with his butt sliding down three to four stairs but never stopping. He makes it to the street and through an ally opposite of where the creature stood. As he reached what he considered a safe distance, the six-foot 3 inches, tall, skinny, but clearly in no shape, Adonis Sterling pauses to catch his breath. Heaving and hoeing, he looks through his foggy glasses towards freedom. IF he can just get to the bus stop, he knows that this thing will leave him alone. He just needs to be around people. “It won’t show itself around people.” He ponders.

He takes a quick look back and starts walking towards the bus stop. He turns his head while taking a deep breath of victory, only to turn it around to the sight of the creature standing at the end of his victory lap. He stops in his tracks. The beast, oozing, slithers towards Adonis as he begs.

“Wait. You don’t understand. She played me! It was a mistake! How was I supposed to know? How was I supposed to know! Please just leave me alone. Leave me alone!”

Fear, as he’d never known, gripped his stomach, weakening his bladder, causing it to release, creating a wet stain on the front of his khakis. The figure continued to slither towards him.

Adonis dashed towards the busy street, blinded by fear in an attempt to get away from the evil, only to be struck by a speeding car. The right side of his ribs shattered on impact; his head smashed the hood breaking his skull as well as his neck. His body flew over the car, landing on the cold asphalt only to have his shirt get snagged on a piece of metal from another vehicle whose driver swerved, but the force sent Adonis’ body tumbling down the street, coming to a rest face down in the gutter. As the terrified driver came to a complete stop, she quickly exited the vehicle to check on the person she had hit. The woman knew that this man, who looks like he could be one of her grandkids, was dead. She cried franticly for someone to help. Out of the corner