Better post something new!

So its been a while since I have last posted and I felt I had better post something soon or my sister who is the only person who actually reads this crap might complaing! Hi Brianne! Love Ya! I have a lot of free time at work, so to keep busy I have taken up writing. I am working on a book which right now goes by the working title "the beginning." Here is the prolouge. I just added it the other day. I have about 11 chapters written so far. They are all similar to Dan Brown, and James Patterson Chapters. e.g. short and sweet! Anyway, I hope you enjoy and can't wait to hear what you think.

Prologue

Charles McCalister opened his eyes and looked outside the L Train window at the passing landscape. Soon the landscape came to a standstill and the train doors popped open. McCalister stepped onto the Platform at the Oak Park Station. The cold January air found its way through his cloths. He pulled his coat tight and shoved his hands into his pockets. He cautiously rushed down the frozen stairs onto the street and headed north towards the Apartment building two blocks away.

The streets were empty that morning. Everyone was fast asleep, having celebrated the New Year the night before. McCalister had been too busy working all night trying to maintain peace, and order. He was a Chicago city police officer, going on his 9th year with the force. After five minutes of walking, McCalister crossed the street in front of his apartment stepping on a banner that read "Happy New Year 1992." He stepped onto the sidewalk and pulled out his keys and let himself into the warm building. He promptly put them away when he saw that the door was already opened.

"Worthless people!" He muttered to himself. "How hard is it to close a door?" McCalister made his way up the three flights of stairs and down the long hall to his door. He once again pulled out his keys, only to find his door hadn't been locked.

"You have got to be kidding me! That stinking woman is gonna get herself killed one of these days!" McCalister thought to himself. His girlfriend Nancy never locked the door behind her when she was at home. McCalister walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He pulled out the milk carton and took a big swig, finishing off what was left. He then made his way into his living room and crashed onto the sofa, and flipped on the TV. He surfed through the channels and finally settled on Sesame Street, cause he didn't want to watch the early morning news, or infomercials. His eyes started to get heavy and he was just about to fall asleep when a long forgotten voice spoke.

"Learning our ABC's our we?"

McCalister's eyes shot open to see a face he hadn't seen in ten years.

"Jack? What are you doing here? Get out now!" McCalister demanded. He jumped off the couch and made his way towards his bedroom door to check on Nancy.

"Chucky, relax! I've just come to see what you have been up too. It’s been so long, I thought we could bury the hatchet and work together again!"

McCalister peered into his bedroom to find Nancy sound asleep. He turned back towards Jack.

"Listen, I gave all that up a long time ago. Hell, I'm a cop now! I don't want anything to do with you, and I want you to leave right now!" McCalister said as he made his way to the front door and opened it. He gestured for Jack to leave.

"Now hear me out first Chuck," Jack pleaded. "I need you, you are the Hound Dog! There isn't anything you can't snoop out! I recognize that, unlike the Chicago PD, how many times have you applied for detective now?"

"No," McCalister screamed, "I won't work with you ever again! Not after what happened. Not after Sydney. Now get out of my apartment and never come back!" McCalister stared into Jack's eyes. There was a moment of silence that was broken when the bedroom door opened and Nancy walked out.

"What's going on Charles? Who is this man?"

"Nancy, go back in the bedroom and don't come out." McCalister said without taking his eyes off Jack. "And you," don't you say one word to her!"

Jack looked Nancy up and down.

"Well I see your taste in woman has improved. She is defiantly an improvement to the whores you used to pick up back in the day. I'll tell something else, I like how she squints her face while she sleeps." Jack smiled.

McCalister had heard enough; he rushed Jack, grabbed him by the shirt, slammed him up against the wall, and began to punch him in the face over and over again. Nancy screamed and ran into the bedroom closing the door, and for once locking it. McCalister pulled Jack to the front door and tossed him into the hallway.

"If I ever see you again, I will kill you!" McCalister threatened. Jack lay bleeding in the hallway. He looked up at McCalister, raised his arm and made his hand into a fist with his pointer finger extended and thumb up, making it look like a gun. He pointed at McCalister.

"Bang bang." Jack mocked. McCalister slammed the door and rushed into his bedroom to comfort Nancy, he knocked on the door.

"Nancy, let me in, he's gone." The door opened and Nancy ran back to the bed.

"It’s okay baby, he won't be back." McCalister said as he took Nancy in his arms.

"Who was he and what did he want with you?" Nancy asked.

"His name is Jack, he is a guy I once knew. But that was a long time ago, and he should have known better than to show himself around here. He won't be back though, he knows better than to mess with me."

Outside in the hallway, Jack pulled a handkerchief out and wiped the blood from his nose. He stood up and walked up to the front door. He reached for the doorknob and opened the door. McCalister had left it open. He walked to the bedroom door and listened to the conversation inside.

"But what if he does come back?"

"Listen babe, he is not gonna come back, you're safe now!" McCalister assured Nancy. Jack laughed to himself. He kicked the bedroom door open.

"That's always been your problem Chuck. You can't stop lying to the women."

The search for Charles McCalister ended on April 2nd 1992. A local fisherman had called 911 informing that he had found a dead body in his nets while fishing on Lake Michigan. Chicago Police were able to confirm through dental records that it was McCalister's body. His girlfriend Nancy was never found.