- Lizzie
- Richard
- Serendipidy
- Norval Joe
- Tom
- Rick Thomas
- Planet Z
LIZZIE
He had copied those documents. He was a traitor. And yet, he was enjoying the show, drooling over the obscene amount of money hidden in his backpack.
The head dancer had tucked away the papers under the mattress with a nod of indifference.
He tried to kiss her, but she blocked him with an assertive arm.
On his way home, the security goon beat him to a pulp. “She is mine.”
When he got home, the cops had a search warrant.
Good thing the goon had robbed him of all his money.
Being a traitor often has its lucky moments.
RICHARD
Traitor
“It seems we have a traitor in our midst!”
Hans paced the room, his eyes boring into us, intensely probing.
“Well, rest assured, I shall find you. And, when I do…”
He drew a finger slowly across his throat, a twisted grimace on his face.
“Don’t think I won’t get to the bottom of this!”
He turned smartly on his heel and marched out, slamming the door behind him.
We breathed a collective sigh of relief.
“I told you he’d be like this,” I remonstrated, “Now, own up, before he loses it completely. Who emailed everyone the Secret Santa names?”
SERENDIPIDY
They called me a traitor, said I’d brought shame to my people. They said I’d turned my back on the cause and dishonoured my heritage.
I told them to go to hell and that I had the right to live my life as I wished, and heritage, or not, that’s exactly what I was going to do.
Coming out as a vegan when you’re a vampire isn’t without its perks however.
I became a huge celebrity and the money started rolling in.
Enough to buy up the clan’s land, before I mortgaged them into poverty.
Who’s the bloodsucker now?
TOM
Always Choices
Some called him traitor, must called him monster. I called him Dad. In the
beginning he saved 1000s of lives. In the end he let 1000s die. It wasn’t
out of malice or a case of over-reaching maglomynomicness. He started a
good man, and ended one, in his heart. It was matter of resources, then
fewer resources. Who do you save? The old and wise, the strong, the very
young, In the end it was those who could bring new souls into the world.
Since I am not one of them, last thing I see now is my father’s eyes.
NORVAL JOE
Linolamanda sat up as Billbert ran back toward her and the super villains. That was good. If she was alright, he could focus his attention on the two remaining criminals.
“Billbert. Stop,” his mother called before he could get too close to the two hiding behind the car. The tone of her voice pulled him back.
“What is it, Mom?” he asked when he reached her.
“Don’t let that man touch you. He’s Benedict Arnold. Anyone who falls under his control becomes a traitor. We have to wait for Agent Shrink Wrap to get here. Only she can isolate him.”
RICK
Traitor
Michael, the son of a friend of a friend. The dead of winter … homeless, cold, and hungry. Warren took him in.
He was giving warm clothes … Nice clothes!
He was given good meals … and was actually getting fat!
A bed to sleep in … in a heated room.
A job with Fair pay … an opportunity to advance.
Treated like family.
Accepted as family!
Confidences betrayed, house rules were broken, secrets revealed. Honesty, integrity, and honor abandoned.
Michael was a traitor!
Fool me once, shame on you …
But never again!!!
Michael’s body was found in the park, his head was never found.
PLANET Z
A good magician never reveals his secrets.
Waldo the Magnificent wasn’t a good magician.
He was the son of a margin trader up in the Hamptons.
“He’ll grow out of it,” said his mother, buying another shelf of magic books and lessons for Waldo.
They sent him to one Ivy League school after another, but he preferred to do magic instead of studying, so the administration made him disappear.
Cut off and broke, Waldo blackmailed the Magicians Guild with revealing all the trade secrets.
They buried him in New Jersey and Long Island after cutting him in half for real.