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A Taste Of Hazel Chapter 4

Jack arrived at the ZPD and slung his work coat over the back of his chair, his first priority was to turn the air con on; his whole body seemed to be seething, heat flaring from him like a volcano.

The air con beeped once and the shutters began to glide up and down, Jack using the small controller to stop the air flow directly on his face.

He stood in bliss, the sweat beads on his face turning to ice at the cool touch of the air conditioners breeze.

“Does it really help?” snarled the voice of Nick.

Jack didn’t open his eyes to see where the voice came from her simply sat in bliss in front of the air con with his eyes shut.

“Shouldn’t you be gone by now?” he asked the shadows of the ZPD office, “I took twice as much as I should have…” he explained, talking of his medicine.

“Small pills can’t fix what’s going on with you Jack” the voice that spoke this time was different, deeper and he knew it was coming from his office chair, he half opened his eye and had a peek, on his chair sat Bogo, his massive tree truck like arms folded across the desk, his eyes glaring at Jack through the shiny rims of his small glasses.

“You’re not real” sighed Jack, pumping the degrees on the air con lower, until his office was like the arctic.

“Are you trying to match the temperature of the room with that of your soul?” snickered Nick, Bogo’s shadow joining in the laughter.

Jack turned and stalked over to Bogo’s old desk, now his base of operation, spun the chair and sat directly on Bogo, who disappeared in a huff of smoke.

Jack reached for the bottom draw, he opened it and dug around until he got his hand on the glass he was looking for. He pulled out the glass; it was fancy and made of crystal, with ‘Savage’ engraved into it. He then reached into the same draw to pull out a bottle of Jack Spaniels.

He moved to the small bar fridge he had set up under his desk and pulled out several substantially sized ice cubes placing them into the glass with a ‘clink’. A more then generous nip of the whiskey was poured into the glass, splashing over the ice cubes. Jack took a swig and downed the whole glass in one go; slamming the glass down on the table, gently pulling his tie from his neck as he felt he was dying from heat.

“How long you gunna keep this up Chief Savage?” pried Bogo in his deep accent.

Jack didn’t reply, he just poured another shot and downed it, this went on until the pills kicked in and the ridge of the sun fluttered in the window over his shoulder, the silhouettes had disappeared after his seventh shot. The clock on his desk read 5:45am, he had one hour and fifteen minutes to get back to normal, he hid the crystal whisky glass back in his desk and the bottle of Jack Spaniels. He lay his head in-between his arms, placing them on the desk, having set an alarm for a 30-minute kip. He had fixed his tie, the sweat gone from the blasting iciness of the air condition.

His eyes shut and he sighed as the darkness of sleep engulfed him.

He got up groggily looking around his office, his alarm had not yet gone off but he was sure he had overslept, he looked to the alarm clock only to realise he had set the alarm for PM instead of AM, groaning in annoyance at his own stupidity.

He looked around the office nervously, checking his message and emails to make sure he had not been caught.

He popped open the top draw taking out a packet of mints and gum, he demolished two mints and threw the gum in his mouth chewing frantically, hoping to cover the all too familiar scent of straight spirit. He then popped two paracetamol tablets, before he reclined in his chair taking deep breathes and having several glasses of water, pulling out all the stops to get his head back in the game.

This had become another ritual of sorts for Jack, a silent, undisturbed night of sleep was becoming more and more impossible for him and getting over his habitual new drinking habit that to begin with was a challenge; had simply become something he had to work around.

This was the weakest and most useless Jack had felt in his entire life; unsure of who to turn to and what to do to fix it, his usual fix for things like this was aggression.

He slid from his seat and made his way to the door, cracking it open and peering outside, all around officers were getting to their job’s, Jack sighed thankful that he had not been caught sleeping on the job and even more that no one had annoyed him all morning.

He looked to his wrist to check his watch; it was twenty past seven. He could tell the alcohol was not all gone as he had to stare at his wrist watch for several moments before he could make out the time, while reading the time; over his wrist, he saw an officer walk in late.

“Fangmyer, late again?” growled Jack to himself.

Jack ran to the edge of the balcony.

“Fangmyer!” he shouted for all to hear, before pointing an order for Fangmyer to come and see him.

Fangmyer finished his talk with Nick and took off for work, sad he was not able to get more out of Nick but thankful enough at the fact he was talking.

Fangmyer got to the station at 7:20am almost 20 minutes late and as he walked in and greeted Clawhauser, he heard Jack yell from the higher balconies above.


Jack didn’t say anything more; he just pointed toward his office.

Fangmyer rolled his eyes knowing he was trying to replicate Bogo and came off as nothing but annoying and pretentious.

Fangmyer began his way to the office when he passed Maria, who waved at him.

“Hey Fangmyer, you ready to make the world a better place?” she asked giddily

“Like you did for Nick?” replied Fangmyer, sipping the last of his coffee; without even looking at her or breaking his stride.

Maria had been trying to get into Fangmyer’s good book since everything happened, no doubt wanting some inside information on the well-being of Nick, Fangmyer seeing his silence on the matter and her unknowing of Nick as a good punishment for her actions. Something for her to stew on.

Fangmyer was almost at Jacks officer when he got pounced on.

“HAHA, in trouble again stripes?” hooted Delgato, Fangmyer’s old partner, who stood next to his new partner and new recruit, a Hyena named Chuck.

“When you gunna learn?” laughed Delgato slapping his shoulder.

“Yeah” chimed in Chuck uninvited, cackling without control “maybe you should make friends with the chief, instead of bums”, the reference was to Nick, who Chuck had picked on once before and not since, Fangmyer made sure of that.

Fangmyer’s eyes turned aggressively serious; however, his face remained almost bland, like a maniac

He went to take a step forward; his aggression aimed at Chuck, when Delgato gently laid his paws on Fangmyer’s chest standing in front of him. Fangmyer was burning to the touch, he was seething.

“Woah, woah, let it go bud” laughed Delgato trying to calm him, patting him twice gently on the chest.

“Yeah, let it go stripes” chimed in the Hyena.

Delgato shut his eyes “Why couldn’t he just stay quiet” he thought to himself

“Can you go now” ordered Delgato pointing, trying desperately to defuse the situation, knowing Chuck was doing it intentionally.

“Where?” retorted Chuck sardonically.

“Anywhere but here” confirmed Delgato with a disbelieving shake of his head and growl in his tone.

Chuck walked off smug

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten our first run-in, cat” shouted the Hyena over his shoulder, using the word cat derogatorily.

Fangmyer glared and went to follow him when again Delgato pulled I’m back.

“Fang’s, let it go, stop this, what’s up with you today?”.

“That guy-“

“Is a douche, I know, but we can’t go attacking our own people, all blue remember…” explained Delgato hoping Fangmyer’s own motto would break down his anger.

Without intent Fangmyer aggressively pushed Delgato’s paws from his chest

“You know that went out the window” snarled Fangmyer turning and continuing to Jacks office

Delgato’s shoulders dropped with his ears, sad that Fangmyer had gotten angry now with him, “When?” shouted out Delgato after him.

“When Jack and Maria, chose to kill one of our own” he shouted loud for all to hear, looking up to Jack who stood on the level above glaring down on him.

Maria looking back, hearing it from down the hallway, her paw curling into her chest and her ears dropping, as Nick crossed her mind at Fangmyer’s words. All officers around her shot her judgemental glances.

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But can you love me in the deep? In the dark? In the thick of it?

Can you love me when I drink from the wrong bottle and slip through the crack in the floorboard?

Can you love me when I’m bigger than you, when my presence blazes like the sun does, when it hurts to look directly at me?

Can you love me then too?

Can you love me under the starry sky, shaved and smooth, my skin like liquid moonlight?

Can you love me when I am howling and furry, standing on my haunches, my lower lip stained with the blood of my last kill?

When I call down the lightning, when the sidewalks are singed by the soles of my feet, can you still love me then?

What happens when I freeze the land, and cause the dirt to harden over all the pomegranate seeds we’ve planted?

Will you trust that Spring will return?

Will you still believe me when I tell you I will become a raging river, and spill myself upon your dreams and call them to the surface of your life?

Can you trust me, even though you cannot tame me?

Can you love me, even though I am all that you fear and admire?
Will you fear my shifting shape?
Does it frighten you, when my eyes flash like your camera does?
Do you fear they will capture your soul?
Are you afraid to step into me?

The meat-eating plants and flowers armed with poisonous darts are not in my jungle to stop you from coming. Not you.

So do not worry. They belong to me, and I have invited you here.

Stay to the path revealed in the moonlight and arrive safely to the hut of Baba Yaga: the wild old wise one… she will not lead you astray if you are pure of heart.

You cannot be with the wild one if you fear the rumbling of the ground, the roar of a cascading river, the startling clap of thunder in the sky.

If you want to be safe, go back to your tiny room — the night sky is not for you.

If you want to be torn apart, come in. Be broken open and devoured. Be set ablaze in my fire.

I will not leave you as you have come: well dressed, in finely-threaded sweaters that keep out the cold.

I will leave you naked and biting. Leave you clawing at the sheets. Leave you surrounded by owls and hawks and flowers that only bloom when no one is watching.

So, come to me, and be healed in the unbearable lightness and darkness of all that you are.

There is nothing in you that can scare me. Nothing in you I will not use to make you great.

A wild woman is not a girlfriend. She is a relationship with nature. She is the source of all your primal desires, and she is the wild whipping wind that uproots the poisonous corn stalks on your neatly tilled farm.

She will plant pear trees in the wake of your disaster.
She will see to it that you shall rise again.
She is the lover who restores you to your own wild nature.


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A Taste Of Hazel Sneek Peek Chapter 4

Without intent Fangmyer aggressively pushed Delgato’s paws from his chest

“You know that went out the window” snarled Fangmyer turning and continuing to Jack’s office

Delgato’s shoulders dropped with his ears, sad that Fangmyer had gotten angry now with him.

“When?” shouted out Delgato after him.

“When Jack and Maria, chose to kill one of our own!” he shouted loud for all to hear, looking up to Jack who stood on the level above glaring down on him.

Maria looking back, hearing it from down the hallway, her paw curling into her chest and her ears dropping, as Nick crossed her mind at Fangmyer’s words. All officers around her shot her judgmental glances.

When the world withholds permission for us to become great, we must find it within ourselves.

We are so vast.
We are so wild.

That is why modern living kills our spirits, starves our souls. It demands we ignore our instincts until we are cut away from them, until we don’t know who we are anymore, until we are too deadened of spirit to weave ourselves into creation.

There is no greater art, in my opinion, than the making of the truest self. The forging that it takes to become real. It is courageous. It is systemically discouraged. And it is our only hope.

—  Alison Nappi

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I feel like tatiana maslany crawling around on the red carpet in a fancy dress for a can of beans and getting into a physical altercation resulting in her arrest is just orphan black giving us a sneak preview for the next time helena impersonates alison at a future community theatre event.

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honestly the funniest thing on orphan black is how none of the other clones are entirely aware of how deadly and wild alison hendrix actually is they’re all just like “leave alison out of this!! she will not be able to handle the shit we’re dealing with!!!  it’s too much for suburbia!!” and literally as those words are coming out of their mouths alison is off burying corpses and probably planning to murder realtors while selling drugs like I cannot wait for the day that clone club finds out what alison does off scene I c a n n o t w a i t