In some perverse way my depression lifted slightly now I had a plan to do away with myself. You could accuse me of having double standards, for I had ...been most disparaging of Sergeant Neddy Claypole blowing his brains out in Bosnia, yet here I am planning to end my own life, although not in a similar manner as his. It wasn't his suicide which incensed me, but rather his total disregard for the people who had to clear up the mess he left behind, and I'm not just talking of the brain and blood. The guards, four of them-two up front in a cage and two to in the back also in a protective cage, just stared at us or talked in low tones to each other. It was the saddest time of my life. And yet, a time of gratitude too. Why gratitude? Because I was able to do something, prove something, to my wife that words could not ever have adequately expressed. Oh, and the something was my love for her. I just hoped it would be enough to sustain her during the years to come. And more than that, I hoped. “I didn't know that much was even possible.” I kissed my sister on the lips. She responded by leaning over and necking me, leaving a giant hickey showing. “Listen,” she said. “Mom and Dad are going out of town tomorrow night. What time do you get off work?” “Eight o' clock,” I told her. “Why?” “You'd be here then,” my stunning sister told me. “You wouldn't want to miss it.” We flipped the movie off. The brother had broken out of his prison and was on the loose now, but neither of us really. They aren't first rate citizens, but it would bode well for all parties involved to not mess with them or their loved ones. This is why we put in place different districts of spirituality throughout our kingdom. The northern district is governed by the priest and second son, Javex, who taps into the earthen element and grounds all alphas within his domain spiritually. He is said to be an Alpha of considerable strength despite is smaller stature. He is only 1000 years old and the youngest of his.