<span style="font-style: italic">" Truly, truly, I say to you, he who hears my word and believes him who sent me, has eternal life; he does not come into judgment, but has passed from death to life." </span>The priest paused a minute to allow a slow moment of silence to reach across the room. Shadow bit his lip as worry and sadness combated through his soul , fighting what little patience he had. He watched the priest kneel down and grab Jamel's mom's right hand, bless the hand , than kiss.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">" I say to you, the hour is coming, and now is, when the dead will hear the voice of the Son of God, and those who hear will live. Now, I ask you to pray with me as I speak a prayer , as I speak a prayer for Jamel   Ellington,Our son, Our best friend, Our comrade, and a dear soul to those in this world. And there shall be no more curse: but the throne of God and of the Lamb shall be in it; and his servants shall serve him: And they shall see his face; and his name shall be in their foreheads. And there shall be no night there; and they need no candle, neither light of the sun; for the Lord God giveth them light: and they shall reign for ever and ever. "  </span>Everyone repeated the words that the preacher spoke including himself.<br/><br/>While everyone seemed to be distracted by the preacher a man in a black trench coat seemingly no older than 21 entered the room. A grim smile across his face. His feet made a hollow sound as he passed each row , making a tsk tsk noise as if annoyed at the entire scene before his eyes. A hood covering the man's eyes as he passed behind the preacher.<span style="font-style: italic">" NOBODY MOVE, OR MAKE ANY SLIGHT MOVEMENT , OR ELSE I WILL BLOW THIS MAN'S HEAD OFF , ALONG WITH YOURS! Thank you for your cooperation ahead of time. "</span>The man now had a pistol pointing at the right side of the preacher / priest's head. A wicked grin on his face.<br/><br/>Shadow could only stay still, as his eyes locked with his leaders. Fucking bastards trapped half the gang , what an accomplishment, really? He heaved a sigh and turned his head back to the man with the gun.  Their gang didn't care to shed a little blood to save everyone else, but there had to be a procedure to this that meant caution. He wasn't even armed so pulling out a gun was non existent at the moment. This was infiltration...but why?<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"If you knew where I was why didn't you come for me? Why did you let me stay with mother who was losing her sanity amongst other things?" </span>The man leaned back breathing out a cloud of gray smoke as his daughter spoke about her mother. This child truly didn't know what her mother was? Not who, but yes what. Superstitions in this world were so hard to understand until you fall in love with one.<br/><br/>" It was not my decision for you and your mother to leave . It was put simply her decision , and as such , " He turned for a second to the man with the broken nose. " Un-fucking tie her, I see no reason to hold her with ropes while were driving, now anyways , your mother chose to cut all contact with me, I tried sending letters, but dear I never got a single reply. Except when you left. However, I have no intention of sending you back home , if that is your wish." He leaned back inhaling another large amount of smoke. Smoking seemed to calm his nerves, and keep his mind sane since he has been dealing with ...well... not so sane things.<br/><br/>"The man from the photo...Yeah. Its slang. For telling the truth or lying. Your the man from the photo. The one I've been looking for. So why kidnap me from supporting my friend?I got the country address from an envelope with a letter mother never answered..." The pause proved how clearly guilty she felt, but guilt shouldn't be there. He then leaned over and touched her shoulder's as a comforting thing rater than to hold her there.<br/><br/>" Now, I understand your friend is going through a loss, but I have my reason's for my people being there, and for getting you. Being between a gang battle is not something you should be involved in. Death is not something to take in easily. " He wasn't going to explain that both gangs were of course inhuman but that wasn't his business yet. Though it could be if a blood bath arises. Being the authority was interesting.<br/><br/>" Don't worry about him he will be fine trust me ,  anyways I am bringing you to my home , and please you must try my cheif's food when we get there. " Then he moved his hand from her shoulder to pat her on her head, and sit back. For the time being it was unsafe to say more about superstitions.