All Chapters of Gunmetal Mama: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Stop!” Bryan remembered hearing Denise screaming at a prison guard before he fell unconscious. Denise’s screaming stopped when Bryan heard two gunshots. He also heard how a gunshot silenced Denise’s baby before he blacked out. Bryan tried to stop the prison guard from shooting Denise and her daughter. He fought the prison guard who was bigger than a WWE wrestler, even after getting punched in his stomach. Bryan knocked the prison guard off his feet a few times, but a right hook to his face was the only thing that shut him down. When Bryan woke up, he found himself strapped to a passenger seat inside a transport space vehicle. The vehicle that Bryan was riding in was the same spherical spacecraft that Bryan remembered being inside of on the night of his abduction. The small craft had the same oval unibody-shaped chassis. There was a large holographic navigation screen that took up the entire dashboard. On one side of the screen, Bryan could see a readout of the craft

“He’s so cute,” a young woman said to Amy while pointing at Amy’s little boy. The woman sat across from Amy inside a luxury car dealership’s waiting room. “Thank you,” Amy acknowledged the compliment the young woman gave to her son. “He’s my only baby,” Amy stated with a giggle. She gazed down at her son, Omar, who was sitting on his mother’s lap playing a video game on his phone. “I have one of my own, but he’s grown up now,” the woman told Amy with her eyes still fixated on Amy’s son. She giggled when Omar looked up from his phone and waved at her. The woman, named Jenatrix, waved back at Omar while also blowing him a kiss. “I was going to wait till tomorrow to schedule an oil change, but I decided to service my car today and get it over with," Amy told the woman while breezing her fingers through her son’s trimmed, curly haircut. She fell into a conversation with Jenatrix while reaching into her purse. “Oil changes can be a bitch,” Jenatrix stated

Amy held her son in her arms. She stepped through her front door to see two men in black militia uniforms standing in her living room. The men were mountainous, resembling two dark towers standing beside her sofa. They had machine guns strapped to their chests, and skull masks kept their faces concealed. Amy didn’t expect this. She didn’t expect one man to snatch her son out of her arms. There was a fight in Amy’s living room. Amy punched and kicked at the man who tried to take her baby. She saw the soldier’s handgun, but she didn’t give a damn about getting shot. Amy snatched the mask off the man’s face. She kept punching the man until she fractured his nose. A bullet grazed her arm, but she kept brawling with the man. The adrenaline racing through the mother’s veins gave her the strength to crush the soldier’s throat with her fist. Amy used to be a mixed martial arts fighter. All of her training came back to her after the soldier assassin attempted to snatch her ch

Amy thought about her husband again while she was driving. It was the only thing that kept her from panicking. She thought about when she first met Bryan at a local grocery store and how she did something terrible to her future husband. She struck Bryan on the heel of his foot on purpose with her shopping cart to get his attention. Amy felt like a stalker for following Bryan all around the store before she tapped him with her shopping cart. She saw a strapping, handsome man walking around the store, still wearing his white paramedic uniform. Bryan was gorgeous on the outside, but there was something on the inside that also attracted Amy. She could see a gentleness radiating through his crystal brown eyes. He was sexy and was as big as a pro football player, but he had alluringly gentle eyes. Amy would often fantasize about looking up into those eyes. She would fantasize about making love to her husband again. Every night she would wear a silver negligee that Bryan bo

This was how 2Pac killed most of his victims. He would do it efficiently and cleanly so that the prisoners wouldn’t suffer. The fighting tournaments were planned for elaborate executions and 2Pac was Princess Death Row’s executioner. Disguising an execution as a fighting tournament gave a lot of prisoners false hope, thinking they could fight their way to freedom. Mark was one of many. Out of all the deaths, Mark’s death was the cleanest. After executing Mark, 2Pac recorded the decapitation and stored it in his memory cloud database. He kept other recordings of sinister executions in his database. After 2Pac killed Mark, the simulated young partygoers and the nightclub setting inside the stadium-sized room shut down like a smartphone screen being turned off. The Virtual Materialization Simulator’s four massive white walls returned, and the millions of tiny 3D printer lasers retracted back into the walls like a power antenna on an old 1980s Cadillac. A silence echoed