First off: This manuscript is currently terrible. Needs serious revamping and all kinds of improvement. This is the least polished page on the entire blog. I intend for this to my best work yet, but between completing my Bachelor’s degree, looking for a part-time job, working on my music (I intend to make youtube videos of myself playing music + play in a cover band for additional income) and other things, I haven’t had much time for this.
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To Chester Bennington and Julius Ceasar. I wish both of you could still be with us today.
I’m sure you both would have many interesting things to say about this book, and in
History often repeats itself
but not through pop-culture references.
September 11, 2001
“The world just got a lot more dangerous. Daniel, know that I love you.”
“Our world has always been dangerous. If you really love me so much, you can finally tell me
tell me who dad actually was.”
“You never had one.”
“Nonsense. I don’t believe in that swan bullshit. I realize I’ll never meet him, but you
“You’re eight years old Daniel. There are some things you shouldn’t know.”
“Remember what happened when I was 5? Walking home from kindergarten and
those mobsters beat me up so much? I’m glad that policeman ended up coming. Mom,
after what has already happened to me, what else could I be scared of?”
“Well, I don’t know anything about your father.”
“You can’t tell me how he looked?”
“Honestly I can’t. I only knew him for one night, and that night he knocked me
“One day I’ll find him. That’s a promise mom.”
“Even the police don’t know who or where he is.”
Daniel O’Brian’s surname was from his mother though he hardly looked Irish, and had
none of their stereotypical traits other than his love of alcohol and physical
confrontations. His Italian olive skin, dark brown hair and brown eyes were inherited
from his father, as with other things he wouldn’t care to admit.
His mother’s addiction to alcohol made it hard for her to hold a job, and since they lived
in a Los Angeles ghetto where gunfire was fairly standard, and the English language
wasn’t he quickly became resourceful. He couldn’t learn things the ‘conventional’ way; a
teacher’s lecture bored the hell out of him, as with textbooks. In high school, he flunked
out of French, but by the time he was 18 he spoke fluent Spanish, Farsi, and Arabic. Farsi
and Spanish are especially easy was harder, but Daniel was motivated; he always wanted
to be in the military. The only reason he took French rather than one of the
languages he already spoke was that that would have been “cheating.”
Having already made a name for himself at 16 by winning mixed martial art
tournaments in the under 18 bracket, he did ‘favors,’ some legal, others not, for
successful businessmen with a grudge and anyone else that could afford him.
Most of his money went to weapons, booze, a recurring gym membership,
Linkin Park tickets, and LAPD speeding tickets.
October 4, 30 AD
Circus Maximus was by far the most impressive amphitheater in all of the Roman
“Fight well, and you may earn your freedom. Fight poorly, and you will die, as you
would deserve to.”
This stadium is huge. I’ve never seen anything like this. Of course, then again I am a slave,
so I haven’t seen much of anything other than my masters home.
The massive stadium could hold roughly 150,000 souls, a number that Valerius could
barely even comprehend. Made of stone, it was over 600 meters in length and was both
a work of beauty and terror. Fortunes of gold were both won and lost on a regular basis
as they would gamble on predicting the winner. The lives of the men who fought were
also won, by gaining freedom or put a permanent end.
“Now repeat after me.” The master told the gladiator slaves. “I will endure being burned,
to be bound, to be beaten, and to be killed by the sword.”
By the Gods, I will make it out of this alive. I can recite their words
fear, though he did not understand it.
June 8th, 32 AD
The weather was quite hot this summer day, typical for the Italian Peninsula. A hard
day of work in the fields had finally ended. In less than 2 Gregorian calendar days
Valerius would be of acceptable military age, and he expected to be recruited. While
military life wasn’t known for luxury, it would at least be an escape from harvesting
crops where every day was repetition with minuscule reward.
November 15, 32 AD
“From where you all have come, the progress and polish you’ve accomplished in 6 short
months are truly remarkable. With backgrounds that couldn’t be more diverse, your
only common factor was a lack of knowledge and direction. Now the reverse is true;
You are one, one which fights alike. Sleep and wake alike. March alike. And most
importantly, think alike.
“You will be serving in the Judaea province, specifically in Judea. The farthest
extent of our empire is typically the least in our reach, and you will be stationed
to minimize that. Judea’s thirst for revolt must be quenched, as with their
barbaric cult which is causing us nothing but pain.
February 12, 2002
“If you want to win, you should have a lineup that isn’t exclusively made of
fighting types. My Mewtwo beat your whole team.”
“Dude, I don’t even care about this game. You bought me a Gameboy Advanced
for my birthday, and I know those things cost 100 bucks. You probably ended up paying
like 130 including the price of the game itself. I only trained a team
so I could play with you since you’re my friend and I’d feel guilty otherwise.
And the show is even more cheesy and ridiculous than the game. Only the Japanese
could create a yellow mouse which somehow kills a ripped monster which sacks like
“Pokemon never dies, they just faint.”
“What? That’s even worse.”
“Well, just imagine if they died after you spent so many hours training them. How
much would that suck?”
“Almost as much as the time wasted where you could have just hit the gym yourself.
February 14, 2010.
“Did you make a girl’s dream come true today?”
“I made 3 different girl’s dream come true today.”
“That’s not nice. You shouldn’t be playing girls like that, but you’re 18 now. I can’t tell
you what to do.”
“Yes, I am indeed 18 now. I’d consider your forgiveness to be an adequate birthday
“Daniel, that isn’t close to a proper birthday present. But this is.” She said, handing him
a small box.
“Mom… what did I tell you about spending money on me for things I don’t need?”
“You need this.”
Inside the box contained a cross made of 24 karat gold. It was obviously an ancient
piece of jewelry. It didn’t even mention the manufacturer or date anywhere on it.
“What the hell were you thinking? There’s no telling how much you spent on this. I
demand you return it.”
“Daniel I didn’t spend a dime on that.
“You… stole it?”
“Yes.” I took it 18 years and 9 months ago.
“My biological father?”
“Yes. He definitely got the better of me. With that glaring exception. You should have it.”
“I… don’t know what to say. I don’t think I should have this, but there’s no way I can ]
refuse if you feel the burden of that cross belongs to me.”
“I insist you take it.”
“If that is the case, this means more to me than anything.”
“I wish a high school diploma meant something to you. You’re 18 now, and you chose
to not show up for a class doing God knows what. I gave you my blessing and my most
prized possession. You don’t have to live on your own, even though I could legally
disown you. I never will. But I know that you want to. You’ve always wanted to.
Lots of people your age can’t handle the real world at 18, especially without even
a high school diploma. But you will manage. You’ve always found a way
to do everything.”
She latched the necklace onto him.
“You don’t have to find your father. You probably never will. But the one thing I ask is
you not lose this.”
February 27th, 2010
“And now ladies and gentleman, a match for the ages! Challenger Daniel O’ Brian against
defending champion King Baal!”
Despite most of the contenders being almost twice his age, Daniel was the only one to
find stage names to be immature and cheesy.
Daniel was heavily favored to win the fight. His opponent was coming off an injury
which was widely speculated to have not fully healed, and Daniel had been shredding
“Fight!” The referee yelled as the bell sounded.
King Baal, whose legal name is Tiny Cox, threw one punch.
Daniel immediately fell the floor.
“One… two… three…”
Daniel looked his opponent in the eye with a smirk on his face. Apparently, him getting
knocked out so quickly like this had been prearranged.
“Eight… nine… ten… Knockout!” And with that, King Baal is our defending champion!
The audience was in awe. It couldn’t have been more obvious that Daniel intentionally
wanted to lose. Most people thought he took a bribe. They were definitely right. The prize
money for the tournament was a measly ten thousand dollars. The bribe was worth
almost five times that much. And the person that paid him to do this would get paid
much more than that.
“God Damn you, Daniel, I expected you to be more subtle about it!”
“If it looks like I actually lost, then my honor would have been damaged. I had to make it
obvious so everyone would know he wasn’t tougher than me.”
“Your honor is much more damaged now- You’re seen as a cheater. And since I was in on
this too, I’ll probably be locked up, and I’ll definitely have to cough up all the money I
won by betting on you to lose.”
Daniel was banned from competing in nearly all sporting events. Some banned him for
life, but most did a ban between two to four years. He would be 22 when he would be
eligible to box again. Having been disgraced, he decided to join the military to regain his
public image. He would become a Navy SEAL. Physically speaking, he could do anything
the Navy Seal’s wanted. But there was one little problem. The ASVAB, or Armed Services
Vocational Aptitude Battery, is an exam would be Seals had to take. Daniel couldn’t score
remotely high enough. He could only qualify for the army. For once, he realized staying ]
in school would have led to a better life.
“You know son, I don’t know what we should do with you.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re fluent in Farsi. A language that is so similar to Dari, the language of Afghanistan,
that you could potentially be a translator. Yet your ASVAB score was way too low to
secure that position. The truth is we need you. Tell Ya what son. If you’re as serious about
this as you say you are, hire yourself a tutor and study for a few months.”
“But I don’t want to be a translator. I wanted to be a Navy SEAL.”
“Everyone in the world intends to be a Navy SEAL. Osama Bin Laden died, and now
everyone thinks Navy SEALs are as sexy as James Bond. Son, let me tell you.” The
sergeant said while pulling out a cigar. “Navy SEALs go through hell. Not just the famous
hell week where they go five and a half days functioning on less than four hours of sleep,
but throughout their careers. As an enlisted SEAL, you’ll start off making only about
twenty-two two thousand dollars a year. Be honest with me, son. Are you doing this for
the money? Go work on an oil rig.”
“I… sort of. What would be the advantage of being a translator then?”
“Less chance of death or trauma. Less stress in general. You could potentially work doing
translating as a civilian job when you get out.”
“Wow, that actually makes a lot of sense.”
The physical requirements of Boot Camp were a joke to him. The mental aspect was
“You lazy rats were too slow running your miles today. Fifty push-ups all of you!”
Daniel could easily do fifty pushups. However, he didn’t see the point of having the same
punishment when he wasn’t slow at all.
“I ran my mile on time. Most of us did. You, Lieutenant, didn’t run at all. How old are you,
anyway? 45? I’ll bet fifty bucks that you can’t do fifty pushups. You have a lot of nerve
always putting us down and calling us lazy when every time we drop down and do fifty
you don’t do any.”
Daniel was expecting a thunderous applause from his comrades, but they knew better.
That was the last time Daniel talked back to a superior. There’s just something about
spending the entire night running in the cold rain, taking grueling laps with a heavy
a backpack that makes you learn all about respect and kissing the ass of people you hate.
His hair, usually long and wavy was cut to a military buzz cut. “They can take
my hair, but never my pride.” He thought. He thought wrong, much worse was
to come. His fellow comrades learned to hate him. Not only because he was by
far the best at the physical activities, but because he kept breaking the rules
and as a result, had the entire unit punished.
They started learning simulated combat scenarios, where Daniel also excelled
at. “The streets of LA already taught me everything I need to know.” He told himself.
By his fourth week, they were issued an M16A2, the standard weapon of the U.S. Army.
He had owned many firearms before and was one of the best shots in his class.
The fourth week was by far his favorite week.
In the fifth week, he was tested both with his skill with his rifle and with a fitness
obstacle course. “I could have done this when I was 14” he knew.
At the last week, he had graduated from basic training.
Everyone was proud of what they had accomplished. Daniel found everything about
boot camp comfortable other than the drill sergeant yelling in his face.
May 3rd, 2011
“Why do they force me to be naked?”
“Because this is their way of torturing you.”
“They think you’re with the Taliban. I won’t tell them if you are.”
“What will they do to me if I am convicted?”
“They want far more than you admitting you are a terrorist. They want to
know accurate information. They think you know about a plot to ambush our unit.”
“If I tell them, will they free me?”
“Our group is hiding in a camp 200 kilometers to the south of Shibar.
We are planning to attack in two days time at midnight.”
“Thank you for this information. What is your name, so I can thank you?”
Abdul was sent to a prison camp in Guantanamo Bay where he would spend
the rest of his life.
May 3rd, 2011
“And you’re sure you don’t want to renew your contract with the army?”
Daniel received excellent marks for his military service. Master of
interrogation and had saved his unit countless times.
“I… can’t serve the American armed forces any longer. What we are doing is evil,
and I would lose my mind to continue. But I won’t lose my nerve!
I will find a job somewhere else, doing something else.”
July 23rd, 2011
It was a Friday night. The only thing on Daniel’s mind was going home with an attractive
woman. In one of the hottest clubs in LA, he ordered himself a drink of Guinness and
spotted a woman roughly his age… she was already talking to a man, who appeared old
enough to be her dad. As such, Daniel thought he had a chance to overtake her attention.
“I need to vent. Would you care to listen?” Daniel knew the best pick-up lines were the
most genuine ones. He could not come across as a sleazy womanizer if he only told the
“Sure.” the woman said, with the older man looking at him with a frown.
“I just finished a 4-year contract with the military. I’m feeling really guilty about it.”
“Why?” The older gentleman said, both out of curiosity and to block Daniel from talking
“Don’t you think what we are doing is wrong?”
“What do you mean?”
“Our presence in Afghanistan. Don’t you think it is wrong?” Daniel asked
“You can’t call yourself a Patriot if you question it.”
“Why are we here, then?”
“To defeat the Taliban abroad, so they won’t come home.”
“Look. I do not deny the Taliban is wrong. But does that mean that we are right?”
“We are securing freedom both for ourselves and for the people of Afghanistan.”
“How are we achieving freedom for ourselves? Do you think we wouldn’t have
freedom at home if we weren’t occupying this country?”
“In what way?”
“Remember September 11th?”
“Yep. None of the hijackers were from Afghanistan, and even if they were,
occupying their entire country is just a little bit ridiculous.
“So you’re a liberal.”
“I wouldn’t say that. I have never voted and probably never will. I certainly don’t vote
Democrat, if that is where you’re going with this.”
“You are sympathetic to the enemies of the United States.”
“So? Why aren’t my opinions as valid as yours? If not much more, since I’ve actually
personally met with these ‘enemies,’ as well as arrogant people like you who know
everything from an Ivory tower.”
“You are a disgrace to the armed forces.”
“Perhaps that’s why I quit as soon as I was given the opportunity rather than re-enlist.
But these Taliban, these Arabs, these Muslims that you claim to hate so much. We loved
them at one point. Reagan backed the Taliban in the 1980’s to help them fight their
Russian occupiers. Do you know what we called them? Freedom Fighters. And to be
honest, if I were a Russian who lost my son, my spouse, my father to the Taliban. To
Osama Bin Laden, who was actively supported by the United States, I would be laughing
my ass off when September 11th happened. I would laugh my ass off every single time
an RPG hits an American tank in Afghanistan. And there’s no way you could blame me.
The only difference between a freedom fighter and a terrorist is a freedom fighter is an
Arab who blows shit up in your best interest and a terrorist is an Arab who blows shit
up in somebody else’s best interest.”
Several different people heard Daniel’s unpatriotic speech. Soon the older gentleman, as
well as several others, began attacking him.
Daniel overpowered his foes, nearly killing all of them. The owner of the bar
“You unpatriotic son of a bitch. I’m going to file a police report. You’ve been caught on
camera. I’ll have you arrested and locked up for the rest of your life.”
Daniel immediately went to the airport. Knowing that the longer he stayed in LA, the
more he was playing with fire- the possibility to get arrested.
“I need the quickest plane out of the United States. Not including Canada, Mexico,
Puerto Rico, or Guam.”
“That’s an odd request. Any particular reason?”
Daniel saw this coming. “I hate America and everything close to it. I’ve had enough.
I’m leaving and never coming back.” Daniel loved his answer. He got to tell the truth
without being arrested or denied service.
“Fair enough. We’ve got a flight to London. But hurry. It leaves in 5 minutes. There
won’t be enough time for security to clear you. You can go on without it. We trust you.”
Daniel looked at him and saw two middle eastern men being humiliated and stripped
searched. “We didn’t do anything wrong! Please get your hands off my testicles, how
could I hide something there?” the man said.
Daniel made his way quickly on the plane. It would be over 10 hours by the time the
plane landed in London. His luggage was packed though he had nothing in his carry-on
bag other than his phone, headphones to listen to music, a book on Buddhist philosophy
that he’d always intended to read, and a few good porno mags.
He was quite pleased that the person sitting next to him was an attractive woman. She
was fair skinned with brown hair, quite tall as a model, and simply beautiful. Thanks to
her, his carry-on items would be pointless other than his phone on the possibility he
could get her number. 10 hours is a long time to get to know a person. There were slim
odds that anything would come out of this, but no hurt in trying. Especially when he was
going to a country where he knew literally no one. Even if there was no romance
between them, she could potentially help him. Or at the very least, tell him what to
expect in England and the differences there compared to America. Or the first things he
should do when moving.
“So what do you do for a living?” he asked her.
“Hopefully I’ll become a professor. Or at least a student teacher, or something.”
“Because it’s undecided until I get my first job, and I’m in an exceptionally competitive
field. My Bachelor’s degree is in history, and I specialized in antiquity, which means the
time period of the Roman Empire. My master’s degree and Ph.D. came from UCLA, in
your country. My masters and Ph.D. double in both Archeology as well as Anthropology.
I’m well versed in tracing someone’s genetic background to find whatever they’d like. I
also, know about forensics.
“Forensics. So like, you would know what the cops are thinking – and therefore get
away with murder because you’re one step ahead of the game?”
She started laughing, not realizing he meant that seriously. “Yes… I suppose. I never
really thought of it that way.”
“So you just graduated and are going back to your home country to find work I take it?”
“Yes. What about you, what brings you to England?”
“I murdered some people and had to get out of the country as soon as possible or else I’d
“You have a twisted sense of humor. You Americans are entirely different. But I like it.
So what do you plan on doing once you arrive?”
“Honestly I’m not sure. Probably check into a cheap motel and get wasted. If strippers
are available, they’d be welcome to join me.”
“You don’t want to see the country but do something you could do here in America or
“I’m moving here permanently. I thought we discussed that. What I need from you is a
crash course in your country. What it’s like to live there, the different types of places,
how the economy is or what kind of job I could realistically get. What recreational drugs
are legal. If the cops are serious about cutting down on speeding or if it’s just a general
guideline. If your country doesn’t racially profile against brown and black people. These
are all the things that matter to me.”
“You definitely can’t speed. It’s generally more expensive in England. You may have to
do with an apartment unless you’re well off. Your taxes will be higher. Drugs are still
illegal. I’d recommend going to the Netherlands if that’s important to you. From the way
you talk, if you’re serious, that’d make a better destination.”
“Do I have to speak Dutch?”
“Well, you don’t have to. But it would make things easier.”
“Sort of like how I can still do drugs in England, but I have to try a little harder to not get
caught. Trade off to not learn Dutch. I don’t want to learn a fourth language, so I’ll stick
“You speak three languages?”
“Yep. English, Farsi, and Spanish.”
“What led you to pick those three?”
“LA has a large Persian and Hispanic population. I naturally picked it up. Have lots of
friends in those communities.”
“Well, that’s good that you seized those opportunities. I’d imagine your language skills
alone you could find work.”
“Well, I’m ex-military. I’m looking to do some private contracting. My other languages
could come in handy, supposing they station me somewhere where it’s spoken.”
“So by private contracting you mean like Mercenary? Military except for private
“Yes. That or be a bodyguard. I’ve done all kinds of stuff like that.”
“I believe you. You look like the type of man that I wouldn’t mess with. English men can
be a bit shy and effeminate. You’ll definitely stand out in a good way.”
“Thanks,” Daniel said. It would be a long flight, and he was already sleep deprived.
“Thanks for our conversation. I need to sleep.”
Arriving in London Daniel got off the plane and went to the terminal to pick up his
luggage. He checked the luggage to make sure the contents remained. “Yes!” he said as
he opened his first luggage. It was filled with cocaine, pot, LSD, speed, mushrooms,
heroin, ecstasy and ice.
Then he checked his other luggage. Inside were an assortment of machine guns, a
ammunition, knives, and grenades. Finally, his last luggage was filled with more porn
magazines, and anthrax in case he had to kill someone. Smiling, he walked off into
London, with a valet putting his suitcases in a taxi.
After having been hired, he set out for his new line of work.
April 16, 32 AD.
“And here we have a rebel. A troublemaker. Ladies and gentleman,
to be crucified before you is Jesus, son of Joseph and Mary!” Some
of the crowd cheered, others were crying.
“Don’t do it. You’re better than this Valerius.”
Who said that? Why are there voices in my head? Valerius wondered.
Valerius whipped the man until he was in proper place. He nailed
Jesus on the cross, and met absolutely no resistance.
“You are called king of the Jews, yet you put up the fight of a baby.”
He scoffed. Jesus didn’t reply.
Valerius nailed Jesus to the cross. Red blood began gushing down his
arms and to the green grass below them.
“You coward. You have caused nothing but problems.” Valerius
said to him
“Father… forgive them. For they do not know what they do.”
Forgive us? Everyone whom I’ve crucified has cursed at me, spit at me.
Yet he wants me to be forgiven? I’ve never known a man like this in my life.
“This man has done nothing wrong.” One of the two men crucified
besides Jesus said.
“Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in paradise.”
“Even you, killer, have a chance to join me in paradise.”
Where are these voices inside my head coming from? They sound exactly like
I won’t lose my nerve. I set out to do this and I will.
Mary, Jesus’s mother, cried out for her son. “How
Could you do this to my son? He has done nothing to be
in such pain!”
“Woman, this is your son,” Jesus said to his mother.
“This is your mother.” He said to one of his disciples.
Valerius put a crown of thorns on Jesus’ head.
“I’m just following orders. I… don’t want to do this.”
There’s just something about this man. Something in his presence
that makes me feel completely different than I’ve ever felt before.
“The only orders to be followed are from the kingdom of God.
And even you, my killer Valerius Maximus, has an opportunity
to join it. I hope to see you in heaven.”
I’ve been so cruel to this man, and he hopes I will see him in heaven?
If someone treated me one tenth as bad as treated him, I would invite them to hell,
not heaven. He is unlike anyone else in the world.
By now more and more blood was rushing down Jesus’s body.
He would die soon.
“My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?” Jesus said.
I thought there were many God’s, not one. Could all of my God’s be false?
Even if there is one God, why would God let this happen to this man?”
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December 31, 32 AD
“Snow and sand is such a curious mix. In that, they tend to be virtually identical by way
of petty annoyance or walking up a damn hill behind a trail of blood. It seems a little bit
sad really how pathetic thieves, murders, or Jews that crossed a real Roman can be when
forced to carry the instrument of their demise. Killing a man is really not that difficult as
the human body can only withstand so much force undergo so much trauma before it
shuts down. However, it seems almost too easy when they are presented in shackles and
alone, hopeless, without a chance to ever try to harm rather than in my past experience
with what seems like legions rushing out with of trees like wild beasts intent on the
destruction of you, people you love, people you hate, pretty much every bastard you’ve
ever met. Somehow it seems demeaning to only be handed your victim. It’s much like a
caged lion being fed steak from a cow. It’s nearly pointless, to be frank. Today I hadn’t
even whipped a man before he started crying and professing to crimes I doubt that he
committed out of sheer fear of my whip. He trudged through the sand and
snow, complaining about what I deem a slight scratch in his back and legs. I will never
understand the cowardice of these people. I once saw a man who was barely old enough
to be a man in Germanic countryside takes three arrows to the chest and still had the
fight to continue without fear. It appears to me that all of Judea is a bunch of victims
crying out to the government they hate without fear. It appears to me that all of Judea is
a bunch of victims crying out to the government they hate but do nothing about. Their
numbers could easily start a revolt that would at least get Caesar’s attention but they
shrink away at the sight of armor and weapons. However, the is a sect that I have noticed
for a time that has formed a more cult-like following that proclaims a load of filth about
prophecies and a bunch of age-old nonsense. They are harder to break and I find myself
curious about the reasoning behind it. They are far from revolution, however, almost
zen in the way they carry themselves. But for all their talk of holiness and even the son
of their God, they still wind up on the wrong side of my devices and though they
maintain their stance of a fearless rock after a few lashes they break and in the winter
their blood mixes in the sand and snow on a long walk to the Place of the Skull.”
I was instructed to guard Jesus’s body. And yet… his body disappeared before my
eyes. They will think I’m a traitor. And they would be correct, by this point.
I cannot serve another day. Both because they will falsely accuse me of intentionally
giving up the corpse of Jesus, and because I feel morally obligated to leave their
ranks. But with the power of Christ by my side, I shall push through.
I don’t fear even death, I only fear to do evil.
Valerius held onto his shield- a red circular one made of wood, with the
words S.P.Q.R, and an Aquila, which was a symbol of Roman power.
The worst part of escape was the initial part- that is where he was mistaken to get
caught, as he was still within Rome’s grasp. The further got the less chance he had of
getting recaptured, but there were still challenges. One of which was he did not speak
the common tongue of the middle easterners, which he was raised to believe were
‘barbarians.’ He survived by hunting wild animals for food and cooking them over a
fire. He would have to steal water from wells. Something he hated to do,
but he did it out of survival rather than greed.
As he traveled further and further east, he finally reached Parthia, a growing empire
built out of the ashes of Persia.
As he was hunting game one day he encountered strangers – an entire legion
of Parthian troops.
“Jesus… I suppose this is the end. I will meet you in your kingdom of heaven.”
Valerius was instantly captured and interrogated.
“Hello? Need… water.” He said, exhausted.
Aman replied to him, but in a tongue, he didn’t speak. After some time, the two of them
realized they apparently didn’t speak the same language. The man waved his hands,
instructing Valerius to follow. They were brought before a military-style camp, and soon
Valerius realized he was probably going to be held captive.
“So you are Roman. This much cannot be denied.” A man told him.
“Unfortunately yes. But who are you?”
“I am a translator whose job it is to interrogate you. You will not be asking
questions from now on, only answering them.”
“So you can ask questions but I can’t? Why the double standard?”
“Because your life is in the hands of our mercy, and not the other way around. Now.
Clearly, you are a Roman, and we are sure you are a spy. The only question
at this point is what your mission was.”
“I’m no spy. I’m a deserter from the Roman army. They are wicked through and through
. Forget about executing me. I will fight for Parthia, especially
if it means an opportunity to strike Rome.”
“A spy always has a story. This is yours.”
“If I am a spy, wouldn’t I at least be fluent in your language? How could
I hope to succeed as a spy if I cannot communicate with anyone?”
“Perhaps you can speak our language, but pretend not to.”
“I’ve done lots of horrible things in my life in the name of Rome, but spying was never
one of them. If there’s anything I could do to prove to you I’m not a spy, I will do it.”
“What is your reason for why you say you felt the need to betray Rome?”
“Many things. The final straw was when they killed the man who was sent to this earth
to change the world. This may sound crazy to you, but I know what I felt.”
“The man who was sent to this earth to change the world?
Elaborate on what you mean.”
“A man sent down from God, to give people a chance for forgiveness for their
wrongdoings. A man who does not stand for any one empire, or creed, or
color but for all. He has promised to come back a second time, though I
don’t know when. In fact, this man is the son of God himself.”
“Son of God as in one God? We Parthians know that only one God exists,
but you Romans believe in many false Gods.”
“Yes, I was taught to believe there are many Gods. But after my experience
with this man, I know there to be only one true God.”
“Yes, Ahura Mazda is the one true God. Is that who he claimed to be God?”
“He said God is just a word, and the tongue the word is spoken in is irrelevant
. The essence of whether you have faith in him is more important
than the word you use.”
“This man you speak of. Did he have a name?”
“Yes. Jesus of Nazareth.”
“Jesus of Nazareth?”
“Yes. Is he familiar to you?”
“He is the chosen one our own prophets have spoken of. Some of our wisest
magi were present at his birth in Bethlehem, and showered him with gifts.”
Valerius felt relieved that they seemed to finally believe him. “His people want to be
free of Roman rule, yet he refused to fight it. Yet even then, that
didn’t spare him of Rome’s brutality.”
“What do you mean by this?”
“That he was crucified to death. By Rome. To be more specific, by me.
It’s the most wicked thing I’ve ever done, and something I’ll never forgive myself for
. And yet… Jesus himself begged for my forgiveness as I did the act.”
“You killed him? If you knew him to be the chosen one to cleanse the earth
of evil, why would you kill him?”
“I didn’t completely understand who he was and what I was doing until after he died. He
spoke to me in my mind after his death. There was also one particular event that helped
me realize his significance.
“What was that?”
“Three days after I killed him… his body was gone. I was instructed to guard
his corpse, and I knew for a fact nothing happened to it. But on the third
day, it literally disappeared before my eyes. Then he spoke to me in my
mind once again, telling me he’d been reunited with God, his Father,
October 31, 2014
The house of the main event was extravagant with no expenses spared, featuring two
stories with 4 bedrooms filled with luxury furniture, the finest champagne, and even a
There were about fifty or so people in the house, and 15 in the foyer, where Daniel was.
He felt sweat drop down his neck, feeling uneasy with himself for the first time since
getting off the boat. Gunshots. He could swear he heard gunshots. From where?
Suddenly his mind went blank. He almost fell out of his chair but somehow held on as
his mind span in a million directions.
“Make it stop.” He accidentally whispered out loud. More shots. His first memory of
them was when he was only four, and he continued hearing them throughout his life.
Whose blood, his own or someone else?
Then a boom. All of a sudden his breathing was erratic.
“He’s on drugs, fucking idiot. Why’d you invite him?”
“I thought he would have interesting stories to tell. But he’s probably too high to say
Daniel finally was able to regain himself. “I’m not on drugs. I just… remember the past.”
“That’s a new one. So what are you on? Or are you just mad?”
“I’m not crazy.”
“What’s your issue, then?”
“I can’t explain it right now. I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
“Do you want us to take you to a doctor?”
“No, I should be okay. But I did promise you I’d entertain your guests with my stories.
I don’t like interruptions, though, just let me say my piece.”
Daniel then went on a thoroughly detailed account of his life from when he was a small
child to his the latest contract with Cadterk.
“Excuse me sir, but are you telling us the truth? We wouldn’t judge you if you actually
inherited from your parents” a man with a thick Persian accent asked him.
“I’ve inherited nothing but determination from my mother, and I’ve never met my
“In that case, I’d like to speak with you privately.”
“Wait… is that a Faravahar around your neck?”
“Yes. I’m not Persian though, but I grew up with a lot of them, LA has tons of them as you
“Do you speak Farsi?”
“Yes. I don’t have much understanding of the written language, but I can speak it pretty
“That’s even better. Then when I give you a substantial offer our conversation will be all
the more private.” the man told him in Farsi.
“Why should I follow you?”
“I want to help you out.”
“Ok. Now you’ve got my attention. I’m not sure why you’d want to help a total stranger,
and I’m usually skeptical of people like that. But I’ll listen to you. Just know that even
though I’m young, I cannot be fooled easily.”
“I want to give you a new job. But if you want it no more questions, just follow me.”
The man went to the second floor of the house and went inside the private bedroom.
They continued the rest of their conversation in Farsi and whispered as an extra caution.
“Do you want to make the world a better place?’
“I thought you had a job for me. Now it’s this make the world a better place bullshit.”
“Well, that’s what I meant, it’s a job. Only you’d be making the world a better place.”
“None of my previous jobs have done that, so this would be a first. But what’s the job?
And more importantly, what would you pay me?”
“Well, my daughter, my beautiful, precious daughter was taken advantage of.
She was raped. I would pay you enough to where you may not have to work another
day in your life, depending on how much you already have saved up.”
“Let me guess, you want me to kill the man who raped her. Why not just try him in
“We did, he was found innocent. That’s how it usually goes it sexual assault cases. But if
you did this you would not only be far richer, but you’d have my eternal gratitude.”
“You’re asking me to commit a felony. A massive, major crime. Considering money is
involved this couldn’t just be a murder, this is a hit-job. England doesn’t have a death
penalty, but I’d definitely be in prison for the rest of my life. But considering I’m not a UK
citizen, they could transfer me back to the States, where I would be tried and executed
“I didn’t know you were a coward.”
“There are a million fair criticisms of me, but coward isn’t one of them. Let’s not forget
the fact that there’s a reason you’re apparently willing to pay me a hell of a lot to
do this rather than just do it yourself. And just how much do you plan to pay me
“For something that could potentially have me in jail for the rest of my life?
You want to arrange revenge while keeping your own ass safe from the sidelines.
Even if I do get caught probably nothing will happen to you. I can’t imagine what sort
of plan-B alibi, you already have even if this goes wrong.”
“You’re a smart kid, but quite the rude one for someone trying to help you out.”
“You aren’t trying to help me out.”
“I’ll add another 10,000 to the total. That proves now I’m trying to help you.”
“No. Trying to help me would be giving me money for free. What you’re doing is trying
to pay the bare minimum possible for something with dangerous implications. How
“40,000 tops, and that’s my final offer.”
“Done I suppose. But I need to know one more thing. Is this guy famous or something?”
40,000 dollars for just one hit job is a pretty good deal. The vast majority of hit jobs max
out at 30,000. Perhaps my target is high profile and thus well protected. I’ve killed for
money before plenty of times, not even including doing it in the military where for some
reason, nobody looks at it that way.
“No my son. He doesn’t even have a Wikipedia page.”
“First, don’t ever call me your ‘son.’ Second, I’m in. I hope I don’t regret this.”
“I’ve come to talk you about the job. There are a lot of things you didn’t tell me about.”
Daniel said in Farsi as they continued the rest of the conversation.
“Come on in Daniel, sit down and have a cup of tea, let me make you some kebab.”
“No. I’ve had kebab almost nonstop for the past two weeks. I’m not hungry anyway.
Look. I want this to be brief. While it’s apparently true that he’s a nobody regarding
fame, he’s still got money from someone or something. You didn’t tell me his house
would have an extremely sophisticated state-of-the-art security system, and that even
his vehicle would be loaded with cameras.”
“Apparently the bastard is paranoid.”
“Should he be? Apparently, someone is willing to pay more money to kill him than the
average American makes in a year.”
“Yes, but I doubt my daughter was his only victim. He’s probably lost track by this point.”
“All the more reason for him to be paranoid. I’ve also come for more information on the
man if you have any. I’ve been stalking him as much as I can manage without raising
suspicion, and not
once have I saw him in an isolated area.”
“If you’re telling the truth, what kind of things does he do throughout the day?”
“Well firstly he spends almost all his time in his house, which leads me to believe
either’s inherited his money, or he makes it at home, perhaps as some sort
of stock trader. Although the former is probably more likely than the latter.
I would happily shoot him through the window except he doesn’t have any of those,
at least any that aren’t made up of bulletproof glass fortified by god-knows-what-else.
This is going to be extremely tough to pull off, and you’re lucky that I’m
actually desperate for money. I’ve never seen someone this well protected. He doesn’t
even go shopping for food, he has that delivered to his house. The only time he is even
remotely vulnerable is when he goes on dates.”
“Yes. “I’ve hired a detective.”
“You did what?”
“The money I’m paying the detective is chump change compared to what you’d be paying
me. Anyway, on these dates, he is quite aggressive.”
“In what manner?”
“He gives them incredibly expensive gifts, perhaps averaging in as much as the 1,000
price range. Usually, after that, he takes them to his home.”
“Has he ever not done so?”
“Actually yes, whenever the woman refuses he becomes furious.”
“He sounds like a sociopath.”
“We already knew that, although that’s irrelevant. I can’t say I like the man. But even if I
did, for this kind of money, I’d get him.”
“What does he do when he becomes furious?”
“Well they’re in public at the restaurant so there often isn’t much he can do, but
presumably, he’d be much worse.”
“Have you ever caught him in a situation where they’re not in public and not in his
house or car?”
“No. And’s why I haven’t been able to do this.”
“Perhaps I should give you a deadline to stop being so slow.”
“Are you insane? If anything you should be raising my price considering
we now know how incredibly difficult this will be, which you obviously knew about
before hiring me.
“My daughter is dying of terminal cancer. I want this done while she can live to see it.”
“You realize I can just forget about this entirely don’t you? You can either be patient with
me or find someone else. Anyone who just rushes in with no genuine opportunity will
not succeed in killing him and worse, get a life behind bars. You hired me because
you realized I know what I’m doing when it comes to these things, so why can’t you just
trust my judgment?” “Oh and one more thing. I’ve done dozens of hit jobs before, none
of them were remotely this hard. He has been a huge pain in the ass, and a drain on my
time and energy. This is a time I could have been using to enjoy myself, find work, or
whatever else. You’ll have to add another 15,000.”
“Are you serious? After I’ve given you so much time and you accomplished nothing?”
“You don’t have to pay it now. You have to pay it after I finish killing him. And trust me,
if I can manage to kill this son of a bitch, I can definitely kill you. You’re not anywhere
near as well protected as he is. It would be wise of you to pay up when I finish the job.”
“Fair enough. Your prize is 55,000 if you kill him.”
It was a dark Friday night. Partly because it was winter time, and partly because
England had less sunlight in general than LA and the middle east, what he was more
accustomed to. It was also colder. Much colder. But nothing remotely anything he
couldn’t handle. In fact, this would be one of his easier jobs. Killing his victim would be
the easier part. The only trick would be not getting caught.
“Siri. I’m on the third floor of a house with a corpse I need to dispose of. I can’t take it
into another room or others will see me. I can’t toss it out the window because someone
will see it. I can’t light it on fire because people will notice. What should I do?”
“I’m sorry Daniel. I don’t understand what ‘I’m on the third floor of a house with a
corpse I need” —
“Fuck!” Daniel said, turning the Siri off. “I don’t even know why I thought that would
work. Well, guess we’ll be getting out of here then. Me climbing up here was hard but
feasible. Me going down carrying you with me with a guarantee that I won’t drop you is
not something I can promise. You can take that risk, and you can also take the risk of you
escorting me out of here and then they start thinking that we were in this together, that
we killed him together. Both of these are serious possibilities. On the other hand, I could
just walk out of here without you at all. But that doesn’t seem right. I have enough
sleepless nights as it is. Your call, but make it quick.
She looked at him with both shock and relief. It appeared she didn’t know what to think
of him, and whether she should trust him or fear him. Although she obviously didn’t
have a choice. Tears still came out of her eyes.
“I’ll walk out with you,” she said, taking several minutes to regain her composure. “Take
this,” Daniel said, taking his shirt off.
“I’m a man and I don’t mind being shirtless. I’d say you need this more than me,” he
explained. “Just don’t do anything stupid. Ready to go?”
“Yes… I have an idea. Just follow my lead, ok?” she asked him.
He was actually relieved that she asked him that. He didn’t know any of these people
and her guidance was probably for the best.
As they left the room they were immediately greeted with two men in three piece suits
having cocktails and caviar. “I told you to be careful! That’s the third dress of mine that
you have ruined!” It appeared these two men had come to investigate where the noise
was coming from.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to be so loud,” she explained, trying to convince them that the
noise was something else. She clung to Daniel’s arm. “He likes being rough…” her hand
trailed down his chest. “Maybe we should just finish this at home?”
Daniel could immediately tell what she was trying to do. “Yes, I just can’t get enough of
you tonight,” he said, forcing a smirk. “I have no self-control, I admit. But you don’t
know what it’s like to be a man, and a man with such a beautiful woman beneath him,
no less.” He puts his fingers through her hair and held his hands on her hips firmly. “I
have work tomorrow and will eventually need to get some sleep. Let’s enjoy ourselves
while we still can.”
“Mmmm…. don’t tease me! Let’s go home…” she said, pulling closer to his body, pressing
hers against his. She let out a moan, bringing her lips in to graze the crook of his neck.
The two men in the hallway just looked at each other and shook their heads. They left
Daniel and the woman alone and returned downstairs. They casually left the party. The
same guard at the entrance looked at him with a puzzled expression. But he was clearly
with her, who was invited. Perhaps he went in while he was taking a bathroom break,
“So can you go home by yourself, or you need me to take you?” Daniel asked her.
“I… I don’t think I am in the best condition to drive. If you have a car, we should take
yours. I doubt any one would be suspicious of me leaving mine here.” As it was, it was a
common thing for her to come to a party, and leave behind her car because she typically
left with someone else.
I’d be glad to take you home, then.” he said, getting into his car. She noticed Daniel’s car
was odd. It was obvious he’d spent a lot of money on it, yet not in the classy ‘luxurious’
sense. Which is to say it looked like something out of the military, only it wasn’t a
Hummer. It was clearly custom made, with material that didn’t look attractive or shiny
but was incredibly durable. Bullets wouldn’t shatter it. His windows were also tinted
black. There were also cameras in the car, both facing in the interior and exterior. She
noticed this immediately as she hopped into his vehicle. She was increasingly suspicious
that Daniel was a hitman. Or at the very least, involved in shady activity. She hoped to
remain on his good side if he had one. Yet at the same time felt oddly attracted to him.
“I know this isn’t the appropriate time to tell you this, but I don’t know if I’m ever going
to see you again. I’ve got to say it now. Look. You’re a beautiful woman. You have this
nice house filled with fancy stuff. And you live alone, yes?”
“That’s going to make you a big target. With all due respect, I could really hurt you right
now if I wanted to, and you would have been absolutely defenseless. I’m better than that
but a lot of guys aren’t. There are tons you could do. First, put hidden security cameras
in every room of your house. If some dude wants to take advantage of you in your own
house, which is usually the type of place where it happens, you’ll at least have footage to
take it court. Have cameras on the outside of your house as well, of course. So what if
you’re at his place or some new destination you’re unsure of? Use your cell or something
else to record all the audio, and keep it in your pocket. Then delete it later when it wasn’t
necessary. An audio recording for proof is much better than nothing. I would
recommend carrying pepper spray or a taser but I don’t know if they’re legal here.
They’re also far from making you invincible. There’s also the problem that if he takes by
surprise, which he almost always will, then there won’t be time regardless. That’s where
things like Krav Maga come in handy. It personally took me two years to master it to the
point where I was comfortable using it in any street fight situation. There are tons more
than this, I could be here all night. You just suffered from a traumatic event. Over 90%
of people have flashbacks for the next two weeks. This is considered normal. I have tons
experience with these things. If it goes on for more than a few months then it is beyond
normal, in which case you could be diagnosed with PTSD. I personally have it, though
my experiences were different than yours. I’m also much physically stronger than you,
but there’s the possibility you’re mentally stronger than me. You appear to be, I’ll give
you that much. I’d recommend against anti-anxiety medicines like Valium. Only take
that stuff if you absolutely need it. You could develop a dependence on it, and the side
effects are questionable. Over the counter, stuff like Benadryl should be ok. Despite the
‘common knowledge’, stuff like Yoga and meditation actually wouldn’t be a good idea
right now. Anything that completely clears your mind is going to set it to a default state,
and right now your default state will almost certainly be this event. Stay busy as much
as possible. You don’t want anything like meditation until you’re well over this. I mean,
you’ll never be 100% over this. Same with me and my problems. You’ll most likely get to
the point where life is basically what it was. Try extra hard to keep a steady sleep
schedule. Not unless you weren’t already doing that. Keep anything to stimulate your
mind outside of mind altering drugs. Do anything productive. When I say productive I
don’t mean things that have to make money, although if they do that’s even better, if
money is important to you. If painting, reading, writing, playing an instrument gives you
self-worth, do that. It doesn’t have to be artistic. It could be exercise. It could be
watching movies you enjoy. It could be 100 things. Anything that gives you self-worth
and makes you feel better. Just don’t sit still. That’s the worst thing you can do, and your
mind will naturally drift off to where you don’t want it to be. There’s other stuff I can
say, but I already gave you a lot to remember.”
Rose was stunned by his speech. Whoever this guy was, he clearly knew what he was
talking about. She could tell when men bullshitted just to sound smart to impress her.
She was well beyond believing he was a regular party goer who happened to be at the
right place at the right time save her. Daniel clearly had that’s guy death planned, and
he’s a badass.
“Oh, and one more thing…” Daniel said with a thinly veiled grin.
“What is that?” she asked.
“I’d keep those hidden cameras even if you got a boyfriend to move in with you. Then
you know if he cheated on you.”
“There are a few exceptional people like Martin Luther King and Hitler. But for the vast
majority of us, we are not good guys or bad guys. Just guys. Being a bad guy definitely
pays off more, I’ll give them that much. If you can be a bad guy and still sleep at night,
I’d highly recommend it. It’s not for me, at least not much anymore, but it’s a highly
profitable field. Cheaters and abusers, not just in a relationship but in general, always
win. The rewards, even when caught, are worth it. Even though Lance Armstrong got
‘disgraced’ he is still a household name throughout America, has inspired millions of
people, and has gotten included in movies and books. Does that not tell you anything?
The man has over 100 million dollars to his name to this day. You think he regrets
cheating at all? And that’s a man who rode bicycles. There are tons of other people who
cheated and abused in much darker and disturbing ways than that.”
“What’s your name, sir?”
“Do I have to leave it? I don’t even know her.”
“If you don’t even know her, how did you end up taking her to here? It’s not every day
just drops off a stranger to the hospital.”
“Daniel O’Brien, but my name is thoroughly irrelevant. All I did was find her injured in
a dark alley, and I decided to be a good Samaritan and help out. I’m sure she has family
and plenty of friends. But even if that’s not the case, I want no more part in this. In
particular, do not charge for whatever bill she may have. She seems like a nice enough
person. But again, I don’t know her.”
“Hi, is this Daniel O’Brien?”
“Yes. Who is this?”
“This is King’s county hospital. Would it be alright if Rose speaks with you?”
“Oh god damn it. I thought I made it very clear that I don’t even know her, and I just by
chance found her and brought her in. More importantly, how the hell do you have my
“She insisted on finding you because she wanted to thank you. You’re the 24th Daniel
O’Brien. We’ve tried so far. There are a lot of them listed in the yellow pages, and almost
every single one was pissed that we had the wrong number. I am frankly very relieved
to have you on the line, sir.”
“Whatever, fine. I’ll talk to her.”
“Hi, I just wanted to call to thank you.”
“Yeah, that was nothing.”
“It wasn’t nothing. You risked your life just to save me and got absolutely nothing in
. I have to make this up somehow. At the very least you punished him for what
he already did, at the most you potentially saved my life, I wouldn’t put anything past
“You really don’t owe me anything, but what do you have in mind?”
“I could at least take you out to dinner.”
“When are they discharging you from the hospital?”
“Well it’s been a little over one month already, and they say they only want to
keep me another week just to make sure.”
“Where would you like me to take you?”
“I don’t care, I never go to restaurants.”
“Your condo was in a pretty good area, and your car must have cost at least 30,000
pounds. I don’t believe you never go to restaurants.”
“There are several reasons why I never go to restaurants. One of them is because I live
in a nice area and my car costs at least 30,000 pounds.”
“Is there at least somewhere you’d like me to take you?”
“I’ve been craving Italian lately so that I guess.”
“I think I can manage that. Saturday evening, La Pasana at 6?”
“Why did you insist we sit by the corner wall?” Rose asked with a perplexed look on her face.
“I like to be aware of my surroundings.” Daniel honestly replied.
“What do you mean?”
“If something is going to happen, I want to be the first to know.”
“You really think something would happen here?”
“Something can happen anywhere.”
Rose looked at him funnily.
“So I can’t help but notice your accent. Are you an American?”
“My country is responsible for lots of atrocities, some of which I should
personally, be held accountable for.”
“Is that your way of saying you have military service?”
“How old did you say you were?”
“Does it bother you I’m six years younger?”
“No. But the fact that you’d go to a five-star restaurant dressed in the attire of a
16-year old boy is disappointing.”
Daniel rolled his eyes. “I dress how I like to.”
“You’re wearing a rock band shirt. What does that say… Linkin Park? It’s hard to read it
because the print is faded.”
“I’ve held onto this shirt since I was 18 and used to wear it almost every day.”
“Well, despite not even knowing you I somehow realize that’s the truth.”
Daniel didn’t take her disapproval well, and there was an awkward pause.
Finally, she began to speak again.
“So what do you actually do for a living?”
“Right now I’m working for Cadterk. They transport goods from London and
it’s my job to stay mounted on alert in case there’s a problem.”
“What kind of challenges are there usually?”
“Pirate raids. So, what do you do for a living?”
I bet she’s just an escort. With that kind of body she’d be losing potential money not to be
On the other hand she seems incredibly intelligent as well. There’s no telling what she’d be
“I’m a professor at Cambridge. I’m finishing up my dissertation and my job can be
stressful and time consuming. But it’s quite rewarding as well.”
Cambridge… isn’t that one of the top Universities in the world? I don’t keep up with schools
and even I’ve heard of them. Combine her six-figure salary with whatever gifts she
must be getting on a regular basis and she has at least as much as I do.
“What do you teach there?”
“History, and I specialize in antiquity.”
“I’m not exactly well-read so I have to ask, what does antiquity mean?”
“The classical period.”
“That doesn’t help me either.”
“From the ancient Greeks to the early middle ages. I can probably tell you more than
you’d want to know.”
“You could probably educate me in general, I’ve been falling behind in school since I
was like… 6 years old.”
“Did you graduate from high school?”
“Nope, flunked out.”
“So,” Rose said, seeing that conversation wasn’t going in any good direction.
“That man you… fought the night we met.” She said, looking around to
ensure no one overheard them. “Did you personally know him?”
“No. And other than the answer I just gave you, we’re not going to talk about that.
This isn’t the time, nor place.”
There was a long silence.
“What kind of things are you interested in?”
“Going to rock and rap concerts. Getting stoned and wasted. Going to the gym.”
“I think I know people like you. Not personally, but I know people like you.”
“I don’t know personally anyone like you either. You’re the first I’ve had a full
Soon, they were interrupted. Two men approached them. One was a black skinned man,
almost certainly of African ancestry. He was dressed in the type of attire Daniel would
call ‘preppy.’ A polo vest and tan khaki pants, with a shirt and a tie underneath the vest.
The other man appeared to be quite a bit younger. Perhaps around 19. He wore a star of
David necklace. Maybe he was Jewish. He wore a shirt that said ‘Condoms are easier to
change than diapers.’ Perhaps he was even more immature than Daniel.
“Excuse me.” the black man said. “This is very rude for me to interrupt, but you said that
you are an anthropologist?”
“Yes sir. Why do you ask?”
“I am a university professor myself writing a thesis on ancient Rome. I was wondering if
you would consider collaborating with me. It’s hard to find a well-qualified
anthropologist to work with.”
“Maybe. What is your name? I’ll look you online and decide for myself.”
Daniel interrupted their banter. “Hey Pete. I can’t explain this in words but…
I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before.”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. You’ll have to figure it out yourself.”
“What?” Daniel felt himself getting frustrated. “Also, you sound American. Just like me.
Am I right?”
“Yes. I am from the states.” Pete replied.
“No shit? Well, you sound very articulate, well spoken, and easy to understand. But at
the same time, really generic. What part are you from?”
“That’s Seattle for you,” Pete replied with a toothy grin.
“Well Pete, you appear to be quite a bit older than me. Do you remember Nirvana when
they were huge?”
“Yes. I’m 30. Never really cared for the grunge scene, I ignored them.”
“What?” Daniel exclaimed. “Listen, man, I’ve never even been to Seattle, and I might be a
better Seattlite than you. If you are as old as you are and are from Seattle, you need to
be listening to Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Alice in Chains, Soundgarden, and whatever others.
You need to be rocking out like it’s 1992.”
Rose barely even knew Daniel, but couldn’t help but feel embarrassed for him. He was
making an ass out of himself. “Daniel you really shouldn’t be telling this man what he
has to like or dislike just because of where he’s from.”
Daniel rolled his eyes. Soon, a waitress approached Pete.
“Sir, we forgot to order your drink. What can I get you?
“Coffee. Triple shot, not decaf. Chai caramel latte. Two pumps of sugar. Five pumps if
you don’t have real sugar. I demand the aroma of the coffee to smell wonderful and
expect nothing less. This country has not treated me well at all. The only thing I like
about it is the rain. Makes me feel right at home.”
Daniel burst into laughter. Pete and the other man walked away.
Rose wasn’t aware of any Seattle stereotypes, so she didn’t react the way Daniel did. She
was able to quickly focus back to their previous conversation.
“So, has defending ships from pirate raids always been your job,
or did you have previous ones?”
“I’ve done lots of other things. I was a bodyguard for some Christian missionaries
, I defended oil rigs, I worked for different various companies and
individuals in the Middle East. I also made my start by serving in the military.”
“Any close encounter’s you like to talk about?”
“Yes, I’ve had close encounters. But that’s something else I’m not going to talk about.
And most people who do like to talk about close encounters are bullshitters, people that
actually experience this stuff don’t like thinking about it, much less talking.”
“It might actually help you to talk about it.”
“No, it wouldn’t. Do you think you’ll ever go around bragging about what happened to
you the night we met?”
There was a long pause.
“That… was hurtful, but I see your point. Although some people do benefit from venting
about traumatic experiences, but I can respect that you aren’t one of them. And I must
say you do seem quite a bit different than most of the people I’ve surrounded myself
with. But I’d love to see you again, I think we could have a lot to learn from each other.”
Yeah, I doubt it. More like she just likes me. She’s easy on the eyes for sure, and is
completely different and a nice change of pace from any woman I’ve been with before. And
I’m probably in twice as good shape as the men she usually dates, and less than half their
she may see me the same way. Whether we would get along long-term is the real question.
“I agree and I’d love to meet you again some time. Where would you like?”
“Our next meeting should be a surprise. I’ll take you somewhere I bet you haven’t been
“That may actually be for the best, the kinds of places I go you probably wouldn’t
“Would next Saturday at 6 work?”
Alright, next Saturday meet me at my apartment and I’ll take us.”
“Hello there Daniel. Perhaps I could step inside first before we go out?
So we can talk about private matters that you don’t wish to discuss in public?”
Stepping in, she looked around. Her thoughts that he had the mentality of
a teenage boy were only reinforced. The flat was quite messy. Posters
of scantily dressed women holding machine guns, completely naked
women holding machine guns, and completely naked women without anything
at all, as well as machine guns with no woman attached to it,
were all over the place. And of course, rock band posters such as Linkin Park
and Nine Inch Nails.
“So…” she said, trying not to comment on his atrocity of a flat
“Now you could tell me about my assaulter the night we met?”
“Well he was a straight up sociopath, but I’m guessing you already
realized that. I can tell you he’s only been to jail once, and that was
for cheating on his tax returns. Of course, he was guilty of 100 other
crimes that are 100 times worse, but that’s what they caught him for.
I’ll try not to get into too many gruesome details, but let’s just say
you could have been dead, and indeed your entire body mutilated.
With limbs chopped off and everything.”
“Why do you say ‘I’ll try not to get into too many gruesome details’,
and then do exactly that?”
“You’re right. Sorry.”
“No it’s ok, I wanted to know anyway. And I can tell that you’re telling
me the truth.”
“I just can.”
“So would you believe me if I told you that I killed him because he
was evil and no reason other than that?”
“At this point, I don’t see why it matters.”
Daniel sighed in relief.
“So given your last name. I’m guessing you’re of Irish ancestry?”
“Yes. I don’t really think about it though. I was born in America and will die either there
or here, so how Irish am I?”
“Good. I was afraid you were one of those Irish Americans who supports the IRA.”
“What’s the IRA? If they’re anything like the IRS I definitely don’t support them.”
“It stands for Irish national army.”
“Sure, why not? Ireland can have an army just as much as anyone else.”
“Look, I don’t even give a shit. You’re the one who brought it up.”
“I’ve never seen tough men like you cry. I’m guessing men like you never do it? How
can you resist breaking down in tears when things get hard? And for you, surely it
“Look. Saying tough men don’t cry is about as true as pretty girls don’t poop. We do it,
just not in front of others. Especially not others of the opposite sex, we have to be in
Daniel looked at Rose with both lust and bewilderment phasing through his eyes. She
looked incredibly sexy with her attire. He didn’t know what to call it, but it was a maxi
dress with solid black colors, contrasting against her milky white skin. The deep v
neckline showed a subtle amount of her breasts just enough to give him a taste, but no
more. It was slit up to her thigh, revealing her elegant legs.
He could not for the life of him figure out why she continued to spend time with him
long after her thanks, yet at the same time not show some affection towards him. Was
she waiting for him to make a move? Normally he would have no hesitation. There was
something different about her though. “So we are officially dating now. Officially
She looked at him. She found him incredibly sexy and devilishly handsome. Yet at
the same time, just a little bit hard to take seriously. With his worn out black Linkin Park
shirt on, and his baggy cargo pants with silver chains going down the sides. This was the
attire of a teenage boy, not the type of sophisticated gentleman she was used to. “You
could say that. You are a lot different than me, but I’d be lying to say I’m not attracted to
you. And I also easily have enough money to get by. And even though you’re six years
younger than me, there’s just something about you. Like… you seem like you’d be able to
take care of me.”
“So basically, that’s a yes.”
“Yes.” She sighed, biting her lip. Part of her felt like she was going to regret this. But she
knew she would regret it even more if she never even gave him a chance. With a man
like Daniel, he would either be the worst she ever had, or the best. There could be no in-
between. She secretly lusted for him just as much as he did for her. She just couldn’t be
open about it. For her to openly lust him, he would have to earn it.
“Every one of my previous girlfriends have given me a lap dance. How about it?”
Daniel smirked. He was used to dating attractive women, but she blew all of them out of
the park. She was, quite honestly, the most attractive woman he’d ever gotten to
personally know. Just the thought that sex would happen eventually with her was
already making him aroused and hard, even if it wouldn’t happen tonight.
Rose rolled her eyes and looked at him with disgust. She was already beginning to
regret her decision. And if there was ever a physical altercation between them, it would
be a very one-sided affair. She would have to be firm to make sure she didn’t get pimp-
slapped around. “Daniel I have much more class than the typical woman, and the typical
woman has more class than the strippers and streetwalkers you’re used to. There’s a lot
of things you’re going to have forget about. Cumming on my face? I find it degrading.
Don’t even think about it. Calling me a bitch, whore, slut, skank? I’d break up with you
the second you do it. Anal sex? Never, not even if we get married. Fellatio? I might
consider it. But you would have to really earn it. I have more fingers on my either of my
hands than number of guys I did that for, and even then I would not ‘choke’ on their
penis. Spanking me? No. I hope by now you get the picture.”
Daniel pouted and didn’t even try to conceal his complete disappointment. This would
be a relationship completely different than what he was accustomed to. He desperately
wanted her, and her cat and mouse game only made him want her even more. “Uh… ok.
That changes things. But alright. I’m going to have to use the same line you used on me,
“there’s just something about you” Oh and one more thing. Do I still get to listen to
Linkin Park? Because that would be a deal breaker”.
“Yes. Go ahead and listen to Linkin Park.” She said, giving off a slight chuckle. Clearly,
the band was important to him. If she was going to have this strong, hunk of a man,
there were a few things she would have to put up with as well.
“What about Nine Inch Nails?”
She shook her head with a smirk. Perhaps he wanted to make sure he could listen to
whatever he liked. Or perhaps he just wanted to be a smart ass. “Never heard of them,
but same answer. I don’t associate my partners taste in music with myself being
degraded. Listen to whatever you want, as long as it isn’t a Hitler-worshiping song, or
something else completely appalling.”
Daniel let out a sigh of relief. There was at least some chance she would be reasonable.
But with that out of the way, his eyes and face once again turned to lust and desire. He
wanted to have her, now. He was aware she was not the type to hand out instant
gratification. So he would have to gratify her instead. “So you said you wouldn’t give me
a lap dance. What if I gave you one?”
She couldn’t believe what she just heard, as she gasped out in shock. It wasn’t like he
had offended her. Rather, it was completely unexpected. It took her a good fifteen
seconds to even muster up a response. “Uh… I don’t know. I’ve never had one before.”
Daniel rolled his eyes, shaking his head. Does she actually want me at all, or is she
trolling me? “Oh come on. Don’t be a total prude. It’s fun, and even if you don’t like it, all
you have to say is stop and I’ll stop.”
Once again, she had to think long and hard about his proposal. It seemed reasonable
enough. She had never even thought of a man giving a woman a lap dance. But he was
as sexy as they got. He could pass as a male model even, just as she could pass as a
female one. They both had their careers, but that was besides the point. “Fine… So what
do you want me to do exactly?
Daniel prayed that she would love this. Otherwise, it would backfire. He would even get
his feelings hurt if she ended up hating this, and that was coming from a man as tough as
nails. “Just sit down in your chair. Sit down and don’t do anything. I’ll take it from
Rose hesitantly sat down on her Benetti’s luxury Italian couch, her feelings clear as she
glanced at Daniel as if he were about to do something crazy. Her eyes darted in between
him and the iPhone he was now plugging into his Dr. Dre stereo. Her confusion showed
on her face as he did. Simply causing him to stifle a bit of laughter at her reaction. “What
are you getting that out for?”
Daniel grinned, a catlike one, naughty in nature. He’d chuckle under his breath as he
made sure the sound wouldn’t blast their ears open, and change the song to ‘Closer’ by
Nine Inch Nails, turning to Rose, whose signs of nervousness was beginning to show.
“The fact you asked that question is proof enough you’ve never had a lap dance.”
As the music started, he immediately began to do a crotch grab and sexually intense
pelvic thrusts. He flowed in perfect rhythm with the beats. She could already tell he’d
done this before, and clearly knew what he was doing. The lyrics, on paper, sounded like
something she would hate. But to see him, right there, dancing like that, turned her on
“You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you”
Daniel took his shirt off. The only time she’d seen him without his shirt off before was
the night they met- and that didn’t count, she was too bruised up and shattered to
possibly be sexually aroused, even in spite of how incredible his body looked. This was
very different. She had complete control of this situation. At least she hoped. His abs,
chest were perfect and looked like a flawless Greek statue. Except he appeared to have
scars. But that only made it sexier.
“Help me, I broke apart my insides
Help me, I’ve got no soul to sell
Help me, the only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself
He sat down in her lap, his legs wrapped around her. She could feel his dick. It was
rock hard, and the bulge seemed bigger than what she was used to. She felt herself
getting wet, her heartbeat starting to accelerate. He put his fingers through her hair, and
kissed her lips, looking at her emerald green eyes with his own brown-eyed lust. His
Italian ancestry showed, his firm olive complexion pressed up against her fair elegance.
Their ancestors had met almost 2,000 years prior in this very place. Though neither of
them knew it, and at this point neither of them cared.
He got back off of her, standing back up.
“I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God”
He unbuckled his pants and pulled his zipper down, intentionally doing it slowly. To
make her have to wait for it, to force her to anticipate it. Soon his pants were completely
off, as he tossed them across the floor. His blue boxers and white socks were his only
articles of clothing remaining. His legs looked even better than his chest, and that was a
bold statement. Not overly muscular to the point that he looked like a ridiculous
bodybuilder on steroids, but tough enough to look like he was in extremely good shape a
and took care of himself.
He sat back down on her lap, his legs crossing her waist once more.
You can have my isolation
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith
You can have my everything
She hadn’t been this wet in a long time, not even during intercourse. She was already
started to pant. Daniel was about to caress her stomach.
Daniel frowned and felt extremely frustrated. “So you didn’t like it after all? I’ve got to
say I’m disappointed.”
“No. That was the bloody sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. I want you to keep that song
playing, pick me up, carry me to me bedroom, and take me.”
He let out a wide grin. The sex wouldn’t be as rough as what he was accustomed to. But
he would get to do the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. And the classiest. And
most intelligent, elegant, and educated. Absolutely worth it. She probably had more to
teach him than he could teach her, and he knew a lot.
He picked her up by her ass and legs, with Rose holding the iPhone and speakers in her
“Help me, tear down my reason
Help me, it’s your sex I can smell
Help me you make me perfect
Help me become somebody else”
He had never been in her bedroom before. It was magnificent, beautiful. Far unlike the
minimalist, simple living quarters in his apartment. He would estimate her bed alone
cost almost 3,000 dollars. It was made of brown exotic wood, golden colored pillowcases,
and had a canopy over the top. He’d never seen anything like this. He had the money to
buy things like this himself, it just never occurred to him. He laid her down on her bed.
“I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god”
“What are you waiting for, idiot? Undress me and fuck me. Fuck me until I’m sore like
I’ve never been.” Rose was used to talking like a lady, and raised not to say such things.
She’d temporarily forgotten about it. Daniel was surprised by her sharp tongue. But it
didn’t bother her. In fact, he liked it. It was what he was used to. He was in her house.
Hell, he was in her country. But he was starting to feel like he had the home field
advantage. He unzipped her dress slowly. He wasn’t used to a woman wearing
something like this, and it appeared to be very expensive. Surely if it broke she would
be very upset.
“What’s taking you so long Daniel?” She couldn’t stand it anymore.
Soon it all came off. He gently laid the dress down, and she threw it off the bed like it
didn’t matter at all.
“Through every forest, above the trees
Within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive”
Daniel was stunned by her body. Her breasts looked incredibly perfect, yet at the same
time was not helped by a plastic surgeon. He knew the difference. They were easily
double D’s, if not significantly bigger. And her frame was so thin. Too perfect. Every
inch of her skin was flawless. She was even more attractive than he was, and that said a
lot. She was even more beautiful with her clothes off than on. He took off his own
boxers and socks, now there was absolutely nothing on either one of them. She got on all
fours, looking at him with immense desire. She didn’t know this was a Nine Inch Nails
song. She didn’t know who Trent Reznor was. But whoever he was, he knew what he
was doing. The beats of this song were fuck beats. The entire song was a lust anthem
that, under any other scenario in the world, she would hate. Daniel made it work
He thrust into her, going very soft and slow. From her earlier description, anything
other than extreme gentle sensations would offend her. He would prefer to be safe than
“Fuck me like you mean it, idiot!” she cried out.
He didn’t have to hear that twice. He tried to remember all the things she told him not to
do. It should still be possible to fuck her very hard, very fast, without breaking those
rules. He started going as fast and hard as he possibly could. Maybe it would hurt her.
But she did literally ask for it.
It was indeed somewhat painful for her. Not only was he more well endowed than what
she was used to, but he had much more energy and force than what she was used to. She
let out loud moans. It was not the type of ‘ooh baby I love it’ things she usually said. She
said those things just to make a man happy. This time, what she said was unintelligible.
Just high pitched moaning sounds. She made those sounds because she couldn’t help it,
not out of any attempt to make Daniel happy. She gripped her fists, digging her nails
deeply into her pillow.
He kept going. Though by now the music was almost over. Surely, it didn’t matter. It
had done its purpose. He thrust into her with rapid force, and held onto her breasts with
his hands. Not only because they looked wonderful to play with, but he was curious
what they felt like- they felt amazing.
She came to an orgasm. Normally she didn’t orgasm at all, or if she did, it took much
longer than this. And for her to orgasm before the man was an entirely new concept to
her. “oh Fuck, oh God!” she cried out, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and slight
tears coming out.
Daniel kept going. He could potentially do this all night. The only two limitations were
the fluids in his balls, and how much soreness she could take. He had a feeling he knew
which of those would happen first. She was panting incredibly hard. Even Daniel
started to notice her heart beats. With each thrust she gave out an indecipherable
feminine moan. It only turned him on more. Finally he realized he was going to
orgasm. “Can I cum in you?” he asked.
the fluids in his balls, and how much soreness she could take. He had a feeling he knew
which of those would happen first. She was panting incredibly hard. Even Daniel
started to notice her heart beats. With each thrust she gave out an indecipherable
feminine moan. It only turned him on more. Finally he realized he was going to
orgasm. “Can I cum in you?” he asked.
“I’m on the pill. Go ahead, I don’t want a mess on my bed anyway.” She barely managed
to say. He came inside of her, his eyes tightly shutting as he finally made some gasps of
He started rubbing his dick to make it hard again. She put her hand over his. “No. No
more. You’ve already made me sore enough. I have to be able to walk tomorrow. Lay
down on your back Daniel.” He followed her instructions, laying down and panting.
She rested her head on his chest, admiring his body as he did the same to hers. He was a
wild, strong, young American rebel she wasn’t entirely sure she could tame. She would
have to worry about that later. This felt too good.
“Daniel, don’t leave. Stay with me tonight. Please?” she laced her fingertips through his
“I wouldn’t leave unless you made me.”
“The man the night you met me. You killed him for money, didn’t you?”
“So you didn’t feel sorry for me or empathetic for me?”
“I did. But that’s beside the point. Were it not for the money, I would have never shown
up to that party, to begin with. In fact, I wasn’t even invited, and had to sneak my way
“Would you kill me for money?”
“I would kill literally anyone in the world for the right price. Of course, for you, the price
would be much higher. I actually know you, and you definitely aren’t a piece of shit.”
“No… you don’t mean that. Surely you don’t mean that. You would actually kill me?
How much is my life worth?”
“Uh… I don’t know. 10 million dollars? I’d kill you for 10 million dollars.”
“You think my life is worth 10 million dollars?”
“You should be honored by that price. The average hit job runs between 15,000 dollars to
30,000. If someone offered you 10 million dollars to kill me, you should definitely take
“No, I would never do that. I am not a horrible person.”
“I mean, nobody should take it personally given the context they only did it for the
money. No one in the world will pay me 10 million dollars to kill you anyway, because
like I said, they could get someone else to do it for much cheaper. And besides. I’ve
known you for less than a month. You make it sound like we’re married with children,
and we’ve been together for 10 years. I won’t lie and tell you I don’t have feelings for
you or that I’m not attracted to you. I definitely am. Still, the time we’ve been together is
insignificant. Look. In some parts of the world, women are sold into slavery for less
than the price of a goat. For you, or even a man, to be worth 10 million dollars makes
you extremely important. There are people who would assassinate the royal family for
that kind of money.
“That’s nice, and I appreciate the honesty. But this isn’t the time or place. When a
woman is in bed with you who you just made love to, that’s not the right answer. The
right answer is that you wouldn’t kill me in any circumstance, and you’d give your life to
protect me. Even if that isn’t true, it’s what you should have said. Had you said it, you’d
have gotten a blow job.”
“Uh… fine then. That’s what I meant to say.”
“No. Too late. You already said the wrong thing. But don’t worry, this won’t be your last
chance. Just your last chance for tonight.”
“There are two different types of people who don’t like cops. One is spoiled yuppies with
liberal arts degree’s who’ve never had to make a difficult decision in their life with no
understanding of how the real world works. The other type is badass gangsters. Or at
least, the gangster mentality. I only have the mentality, I’d never join a real gang. It’s a
huge mistake to join an actual gang. Your enemies will be deadly and your friends will
be even deadlier.”
“How could your friends be deadlier?”
“Because there’s a possibility you could betray them, and they get to decide what betrayal
“Do you see us as part of a gang?”
“No. The worst I could do is stop seeing you. You couldn’t betray me unless you did
truly horrible like try to kill me or report me to the cops. I suppose
cheating on me would be a betrayal, but the moment I found out I would leave you. But I
wouldn’t hurt you.”
“That’s nice to know. But I wouldn’t cheat on you anyway.”
“It’s good to know that you’re loyal.”
“I tend to be loyal to people much stronger than me especially after I know what they’re
“I thought you heard me say I wouldn’t hurt you just for cheating?”
“I didn’t say you didn’t say that. I said you’re a lot stronger than me and I know what
you’re capable of. This is obvious to me, no matter what you actually say. At this point,
you can call yourself Mother Teresa but it wouldn’t mean anything to me.”
“He’s bad. He’s a criminal. You used to date such respectable men.
Rose, what happened to you?”
“Dad, is this really what you have to say for the man who possibly saved my life?”
“He did one good thing. For that, I’m willing to repay him. However, this is not the kind
of man you should be so close with. He’s dangerous.”
“I’m a 28-year-old woman. I’ll date who I bloody please!”
“If you continue dating him, I’ll stop talking to you. I didn’t raise you to be
with someone so trashy and probably a criminal.”
Rose paused for some time, trying to think of a solution.
“How about this. As you know, Daniel is in a boxing tournament and the final match is
one month from today. If he loses, I’ll not only stop seeing him but from now on every
man I date will have your approval. If he wins, you have to approve of him.”
“Rose are you crazy?” Daniel exasperated. “He’s one of the top ranked boxers in the
country. He’s been knocking almost everyone out in the third or fourth round of each
match and I’ve been barely winning. There’s no way I can win.”
“If that’s the case,” Mr. Ipswitch said, “then I’d be willing to make that deal. Only
because I know Daniel will lose.”
“He won’t. Bet as much money on him as you like, and you’ll become much richer, dad.”
“I’m not throwing my money away.”
“Fine. I’ll bet on him with my own money. I’ll bet at least 10,000 pounds that he’ll win, if
“You’ll do no such thing.”
“I will. And you’ll regret having not done so yourself.”
“I can afford to lose 10,000 pounds much more than you can, and I don’t want to throw
away that kind of money. But fine. I’ll also bet 10,000 pounds on him, just so when he
loses I’ll have one more thing to prove you were wrong about.”
“I don’t know how in the hell you thought I can win this fight, but you’re definitely
“I believe in you, Daniel. Of course, you can win.”
“I can’t. I already had a pretty good feeling, but after looking up his stats I’m even surer.
He is apparently capable of throwing 320 punches in one minute. That’s
beyond exceptional. I’ve been working ass off to come close to him, and I can’t.
He’s quicker on his feet, he can lift more than me, and his average punch gives about one
and a half times the strength of mine. He’s heavier than me and the extra baggage is
only pure muscle. Even the few fights that he lost, he took a lot more abuse whereas I
would have been knocked out. I know I’m a tough, strong guy. But that doesn’t mean I’m
stronger than him. I’m going to lose.”
“You’re the strongest, most relentless man I’ve ever known. I have a hard time believing
“I’m probably the first athletic man you’ve ever dated.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Besides the point. I know myself, I know boxing in general, and I know him. He will
“I am sure he won’t slaughter you. If anything it would be the other way around.”
“You know that I’m a very tough guy. Me managing to kill a dumbass who had his back
turned to me doesn’t make me qualified to win a fight of this magnitude. I am much
stronger than about 98% of the general population. I am male, in my twenties, I’m
in exceptionally good physical shape, and I’m used to combating on a regular basis. But
you’re only looking at me, without looking at my opponent. Even if the vast, vast
majority of dumbasses who decide to attack me on the street would end up in the
hospital after I give them 15 seconds of attention, that’s not who I’m fighting. I’ve been
barely winning my matches, barely winning my matches, and in some cases only
winning because the judges controversially gave me more points than my opponents.
My opponent hasn’t lost a single match for over 5 years and competes in much bigger
tournaments than this. Most people thought this was too small of a venue for him, but
he’s only entering because he knows winning is a sure thing.
Some people are even arguing that this guy is the best boxer to ever live. I am a
wild card team who somehow made it to the Super Bowl, partly out of sheer luck and
partly out of favoritism from the refs, and my opponent is the 1985 Chicago Bears.
Why can’t you see this?
You are my girlfriend, I mean I guess you are by this point. So you have to be politically
correct and say you’re sure I can win no matter what. But people who are not dating me
and are also putting their money where their mouth is by actually betting on the fight
clearly think I don’t have a chance. The betting spread favors my opponent by well over
6,000 points. Look at this:” Daniel said, tossing Rose a catalog with a description of the up
and coming fight.
Could very well be overconfident and not take his opponent seriously. Has off the field
issues with his wife getting into his bank account and taking trips to the Bahamas without
Undefeated boxer throughout almost his entire career. Incredibly precise footwork. To
call him a gym rat would be a massive understatement and his brute force is amazing.
The timing of his jabs is as genius as they are overwhelming. Even in the few fights
where it seemed, he could lose the timing of his jabs is as genius as they are
overwhelming. Even in the few fights where it seemed he could lose,
he easily took back control and won.
“Now compare that to what they say about me.”
“Daniel O’Brien. Weaknesses:
Is incredibly off balance in the ring. Doesn’t seem to have enough stamina to last more
than 4 rounds. Makes easy mistakes. Gets overwhelmed quickly. Appears to be blind in
his right eye, thus impacting peripheral vision. Is very lacking in experience as a
Is a very dedicated man and never gives up. Works hard and will do anything to win.
Fights with passion. Has come this far in the tournament means he isn’t being taken
seriously enough. His mother, who we’ve personally interviewed, believes in him.
“I think all of this information is very telling. Especially the “strengths” they gave me,
considering it is just a bunch of feel-good baloney.”
“Even if you lose, I won’t hold it against you.”
“Why risk this all for me? Your own father tells you he won’t talk to you if you continue
to be with me, and you’d rather be with me. Why? What do you see
in me that makes me so good? Is it because I saved you the night we met?
Because that isn’t worth thanking me for.”
“It definitely is worth thanking you for. But that isn’t the only reason
why I like you.”
“What is it, then?”
“You’re quite different than anyone I’ve ever been with.”
“Why would that make you like me, though? Until recently, I haven’t even
been polite to you.”
“The only reason why you were being impolite is that you thought
you didn’t have a chance to get with me so you thought to insult me first
would have been better than swallowing your pride.”
“You must be incredibly good at reading people because that’s exactly what I was
“I can read people pretty well, especially men. It comes with experience.”
“Tell me all you know about me or everything you think you know about me.”
“You’re both strong and weak. You’re far more vulnerable than you
want to admit.”
“Is that all?”
“No. But it’s by far the most important thing.”
“How is that important? It’s not even true.”
“I apologize, I brought this up too soon, before you’re ready to confront it.”
“Don’t apologize, you’re just wrong. I don’t care how well you think you can read me, it
just isn’t true.”
“You know, the way you’ve been acting has been very suspicious.”
“I knew you would catch on eventually. The only question is how much.”
“You bet a hell of a lot of money, literally over 500,000 pounds that I would win that fight.
Most likely that’s all the money you have combined. Obviously, you knew for a fact that I
was going to win. Then the fight itself- I was knocked out cold with a concussion, I was
done. I was gone. What happened after that I didn’t experience, because I wasn’t
fighting. I had a vision of the same man I started to see when I first met you. He took
control of my body and I watched like an invisible ghost from the sidelines. He won that
match, not me. And I easily saw how you reacted, with your front row seats. Every
person in that room and probably the world was shocked by the turn of events- that I
would not only recover so easily from a concussion but go on to win the match.
Everyone but you. You didn’t look surprised at all. Like you knew this was going to
happen. I only know two things. First, my visions of this man didn’t begin until I met
you for the first time. To make it more blatantly obvious, he seems to have been set in
ancient times- and you are an ancient history professor.
Second, you knew what was going to happen in that fight. You knew that I was weaker
than him but that was irrelevant- this man from my visions would come and make me
win. To summarize, it is obvious to me you know a lot more about me and what will
happen to me than I know myself. What I don’t know is whether you’re good or
“Dangerous? Daniel if I meant you ill you wouldn’t be here now.”
“Yep, that’s the problem. Here I was thinking you were a pushover who just ended up
having a crush on me due to my saving you the night we met, but that probably had ]
almost nothing to do with it. You’ve been one step ahead of me the entire time, and will
probably continue to be as long as I know you.”
“Nothing bad happened to you though. You’ve become an overnight celebrity from
winning that match, and you’ve won even my father’s respect.”
“My personal winnings from that match weren’t anywhere remotely near yours. And the
only reason I won is that of him. The man from my visions. I have no way of knowing
how consistent he will be, or if he will even come back again. Here’s what I’m getting at.
You’d better be honest with me, and you’d better not keep secrets anymore.”
“Fine. I’ll tell you everything.”
“You won’t. If that were the case you’d have done so already.”
“If I told you everything when we first met, would you have believed me?”
“No. I thought I was going crazy when I first met you, and if you told me everything then
I would have said you’re just as crazy as I am.”
“So you see why I didn’t tell you.”
“Fine, I guess. Apparently, you know a hell of a lot about him. Who is this man, where is
he from, why do I share some… connection with him?”
“His name is Valerius Maximus. He started his life as a slave, then was freed from
slavery from his master who was pleased by his performance as a gladiator. He
personally crucified Jesus on the cross, and after extreme guilt became a traitor to the
Roman Empire to join a rising empire in the east, Parthia. Which is located in modern
“So why do I keep seeing visions of him? Why did he take control of me in the ring?”
“He’s your ancestor. Jesus preserved his memories and his spirit so his descendant,
2000 years later, would see.”
“What do I have to learn these visions?”
“You will have to make serious choices just as he did. Of course, there was a way for you
to avoid all of this, but it’s too late.”
“Let me guess, by having never met you?”
“Yes. You rescued me but that was irrelevant. You rescued me because you wanted to
kill for money, not to save me. Look. A lot of danger and tough choices lie ahead of you,
whether you like it or not. Your connection with Valerius is a curse, not a gift.
It’s not to say everything is too late or that you’re doomed. But you ate from the
forbidden fruit- you killed for money even though you knew you shouldn’t have. Now
will stay with you unless you break the curse.”
“How did you know I killed for money? I never told you.”
“You can’t hide your thoughts from me. As long as I’m in close proximity to you, I always
know what you’re thinking.”
“Christ. So why’d you ask me if you already knew?”
“I was curious how honest you would be. You aren’t a very honest person.”
“It sounds like you don’t think much of me.”
“Actually, I do. Just not for the reasons you originally thought.”
“Let’s get this straight- the night I met you, was that situation planned?”
“No, and I’m honestly offended you think I would do that. I didn’t know how or where I
would meet you, much less that you would be an American. I didn’t know who you were.
As in, I didn’t know who Daniel O’Brian was. I’ve known who Valerius Maximus was
since I was a little girl. How do you think I became an ancient history professor at one of
the top universities in the world, even at my young age? Through sheer obsession with
it. The first time I saw you I recognized the connection I’d been waiting my whole life for.”
((NOTE the following is meant to be at the very end of the book, as sort of a cliffhanger
until the sequel:))
“Merry Christmas Daniel.”
“I want to let you know what I got you first. I’ve been quite anxious to know what you’d
think of it. You told me more than anything you’d like to know who your father was. You
want the good news or the bad news?”
“I thought this was a Christmas present. How is there bad news?”
“Well, the bad news is we aren’t precisely sure who he was. But we do know his ancestry
through your DNA. Your father is of Mediterranean ancestry, with Italian being the most
“That doesn’t exactly help much.”
“No, but it’s a start. I did tell you my father owns a large hedge fund and I’ve convinced
him to spend some money and resources looking into finding him.
We have it narrowed down to a list of less than 50 suspects.”
“Do you have any idea how long it will take them to find them?”
“Anywhere from 4 months to two years. But they’re on a good track with several
leads. Once they find him, you can do whatever you plan to. I won’t try to stop you.
You’re actually going to kill him, aren’t you?”
“Of course I am. Why shouldn’t I?”
“I completely understand why you hold a grudge against your father. However,
you will be given a choice when the time comes.”
“I’m unsure. I know a lot, but not everything. The choice will be between either killing
your father or something else. I also know your father will eventually come back to kill
your mother, then later kill you, and finally kill me.”
“Unless I kill him first?”
“So why the hell wouldn’t I want to kill him?”
“I’m not sure. This is why I’m trying to help you do it. When the time comes, you’ll know
what the other option is.”
“I’d trade the world to kill him.”
“And I’m glad to help make that happen.”