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April 2014

Sacred Sagas I – Tormenting Dream

Michael The Archangel

 

 

(Word Count 1201)

It’s come to my attention that I have yet to address my readers. For this please take my deepest apologies! I am taking a break from the Vega brothers in the Cartel Car-tales while they figure out what they plan to do next. The following story is about a young boy and his inner struggle that will change the world either saving us or destroying us. Let’s hope he doesn’t choose the latter. Please enjoy, leave me a comment on your thoughts, and have a wonderful day!

And remember folks “There’s always room for improvement!”

 

A boy is kneeling in church with his mother. He’s praying to God with his eyes closed and has his hands folded together bowing and showing reverence. He finishes his prayers a bit early and leans back in his chair staring around the church appreciating his surroundings. Magnificent he thinks. The church is full of colors: Reds that represent God’s love, purples that symbolize penance, whites that exemplify purity, and greens that embody Hope. Green is his favorite color.

He has always felt the most calm here. He can think clearly and he feels safe. Strong even. He looks at his mother as she finishes her prayers and sits back down. She smiles at him with the love every mother has for her child. He smiles back and looks to the priest that then asks everyone to rise. As they do a loud clash booms. The glass image of Michael the archangel shatters.

A winged creature flies through the glass spiraling down. It unsheathes a bright object, what appears to be a sword. It’s glows a fiery red unlike any metal he’s seen before but it’s clearly a sword. The creature dives toward the priest and slashes his head clean off. Everyone is still and quiet for a few moments until a loud, high-pitched scream echoes through the room. AHHHH! Chaos ensues and more screams follow. The boy begins to look right and left then panic takes him over and with it fear on its hind legs. This causes his body to secrete adrenaline that adds to his nervousness. He looks up at his mother with a troubled expression. She grabs his face and tells him “everything will be okay! Grab my hand & follow me.” He does so and they begin making their way through the crowd.

 

People are running around slamming into each other. More of these winged creatures begin to appear. They have dark red and black wings. They appear human but the child has never seen a human with wings. Priests and deacons begin to pour out of a conjoining room with weapons drawn. Swords, daggers, and spears all in hand. They begin to combat the creatures with a tenacity and swiftness he has never seen before. He’s always seen them with slow and steady movements. The child averts his eyes from the scene as one of the priests gets cut down by one of the creatures.  He then stops abruptly when they come across one of the beings. It stands ten feet away and has a fiery sword drawn. The being stares at the mother then immediately takes flight toward her. She shoves the boy to the ground and holds her position. At the last moment she rolls to her right. She scoops up her son and carries him forward. The creature misses its mark and slashes at thin air but shifts its wings and maneuvers upward in an elegant fashion. In the midst of the turnaround it loses sight of the mother and boy. The mother scans around and people are being cut down left and right. Men, women, elderly, and even babies are all attacked and slaughtered. The creatures are showing no mercy. The woman scans the room again and sees hope in the corner of the room. She tugs at the boy to follow her and they move with haste toward what she saw. It’s a small ventilation panel. She kicks it open and guides her son into it.

He looks at her and asks “Mama what are they?” She looks around and scans how many members of the holy order are left. Not many she admits to herself. She turns and looks the boy straight in his eyes and says “They’re Demons my love. They mean to kill me and you because of who….”

She didn’t finish that sentence but it embedded itself in the darkest part his mind and memory. The fiery blade crashes through her chest and she kneels down and stares at it. She looks at the boy one last time and yells “run” and he does. He hasn’t had this dream since the night of but somehow he knew it was just a dream. He knew he’d wake soon. Light touched his skin and he began to shift in his bed. He opened his eyes and felt the warmth of the sun on his skin. It was time to get ready for another day. Lex arose and began to move about and prepare himself for another day. What he didn’t and couldn’t know was that today would be a life-changing day for him and everyone else for that matter.

 

He began walking towards his school but on the way there he remembered his dream and the events of the night his mother died.  He began to replay the scene in his mind and remembered her last words “They’re demons my love. They mean to kill me and you because of who….” The police officers that arrived didn’t believe a word he said and the psychologist his adopted parents made him visit didn’t believe him either. He hadn’t dreamt of the matter in so long and felt distraught that it had resurfaced.

He was so deep into his thoughts that he didn’t see or hear his friend Eve talk to him. He finally came to when she pushed him and broke him from his concentration.

 

“Hey” He said when he looked up

“What were you thinking about” she asked

“Nothing. It wasn’t anything important.” He lied and quickly avoided the subjectby asking her “How was your weekend? Did you have fun in Austin?”

She explained what her and her family did. How they toured the University of Austin and how she’s positive she would enroll next semester. He was half paying attention but was still thinking about his dream. The bell rang and they both headed to class. He looked back at her and smiled. She waved at him and he thought about walking her to class but that’s a boyfriend move and he wasn’t that. He didn’t realize that it would be the last time he’d set foot in the school. Had he known that he would have kissed her like he’d always hoped to do. Oh whom are you kidding Lex you’d never kiss her. She’s doesn’t like you like that. His inner voice called out to him. Well maybe she does. You’ll never know until you try. Another voice in his mind seemed to assure him. These two voices battling each other for control of his mind and actions would mean more to the world than anyone could ever have imagined.

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Trickled Information – Cartel Cartales V

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Word Count 1171

Cartel Cartales I: http://wp.me/p4hGKe-10

Cartel Cartales II: http://wp.me/p4hGKe-1i

Cartel Cartales III: http://wp.me/p4hGKe-1q

Cartel Cartales IV: http://wp.me/p4hGKe-1P

 

Agent Vega

“Con Permiso Don Escobar” (Excuse me Don Escobar) said the teen that just walked in. Had to be 15 maybe 16. They’re starting em’ young I thought to myself.

 

“Hay un problema con los hijos del agente” (There’s a problem with the special agent’s sons) Don Escobar shot the boy a look that made him take a step back. Yet the boy continued to speak “Se esca…” (They esca….) but before he could finish was cut off by Don Escobar.
“Callate el sico. Esperame afuera!” (Shut the fuck up. Wait outside!)

The boy walked outside. Don Escobar stood up and smirked and shrugged his shoulders at me. He proceeded to whisper something into the fat fuck’s ear that has been laying into me for the past hour. He walked outside and I could hear him but barely.

SMACK. A slap across the face I presume.

“Por que putas entraste a decirme eso enfrente de Vega?”

“No importa hijo de puta. Que paso?” (Why the fuck did you tell me in front of Vega? It doesn’t matter you son of a bitch. What happened?)

“Mataron a Pablo y Miguel. Creemos que vienen para….” His voice trailed off and was overtaken by the sound of some footsteps. I looked up and saw the fat fuck was walking over towards me.

 

“Listo para otra ronda pinche kulero?” (Ready for another round) I asked and spat blood at him. I blacked out after the 24th punch.

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Jay Vega

“Dad I’m hungry. We haven’t seen any deer all morning. I think they might have crossed over into the neighbor’s side” – jay Vega

“We don’t know that for sure. Check the tracks again and see where they lead.”

 

I walked over to the shrubs and looked at the ground scanning for clues. Nothing I could see. I turned around and saw my brother, Adam, and my dad whispering something to one another. They held their guns on their shoulder and awaited my response. By the looks on their faces I assumed there in fact was a something I was missing. I scanned and rescanned but still nothing. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw it. I was right the deer had crossed over the fence but on to our side not his. We followed the trail and I spotted them about 275 yards away. My dad and brother both crouched down next to me. My dad spoke to us both in a whisper

“Alright boys. There’s two deer down the road. I want you to take the shots. I’ll count down to 1. On 1 I want you to take the shot. You’ll have 7 seconds. Get ready.”

 

Adam and I both crouched down and took aim. I was breathing heavy. I could feel the perspiration and sweat rolling down my face. I just remembered what dad always taught me “Slow is smooth. Smooth is fast.”

“7…6…5…4…3…2…1..”

 

Crack. Crack. The two shots went off almost simultaneously. One was a stone cold hit. The deer was dead. The other was a hit but the deer was hit in its front right leg almost severing it off. The deer was squirming around and crying out in pain. It seems that I hit my target but Adam missed his.

 

“Fuck. I missed” Adam said out loud

“It’s okay it was a good shot son. But we need to kill it so it doesn’t suffer” dad said

“Yeah I know” and Adam walked toward the deer. He was a few feet away when suddenly the buck got up and charged Adam. Before I could aim for the deer my dad shot it in the head about 2 feet in front of it hitting Adam. Adam also got off a shot.

 

“That was close” Yelled out Adam

 

 

The car came to a stop and I woke up. Weird dream I thought to myself. Not a dream but a memory.

 

“We’re here. I need to go on foot from here out. Wait for me here. I’ll be back in less than a day and a half” Adam said.

“What am I supposed to do?” I asked

“Just wait for me. And clean the guns. I need to know what we’re up against before we do anything.” He responded back

“Okay. I’ll clean the guns and wait.” 

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Adam Vega

I left that night. I had my night vision goggles but I didn’t need them yet. I found out a good deal of information from the thug at the house. He told us everything we needed to know. I wasn’t going to kill him but Jay thought we couldn’t let him go either. We argued for a minute and then Jay turned around and killed him.

“He deserved it!” he said to me

It was cold-blooded murder I thought to myself but he was right at the end. He had a point. I think what bothered me most was the fact that he could kill so quickly. He had anger in him more than I did. But I don’t blame him he was there and I wasn’t.

I finally reached the house the thug in Texas described. It was pitch black out and I couldn’t see. I put on my night vision goggles. There was a large house on the left, a barn on the right, and a warehouse on the right of that. I hid under some shrubs and made myself some camouflage. I could see some sentries walking around the perimeter, 10 all with automatic rifles and some with smaller submachine guns. Hours went by and 1 by 1 another set replaced each original sentry. That puts my count at 20. The sun began to peak over the mountain and there was more commotion. People came in and out of the house. Then a large caravan came by and dropped off 25 workers that headed into the warehouse. Some went into the fields and tended the horses. Time went on and nothing changed. I still didn’t know where my father was and then finally I saw something useful. A man that wasn’t dressed like the other men walked from the house to the barn. Another person, a rather rotund man holding a toolbox or briefcase of some sort then followed him. A few hours went by and the sun began to set. The well-dressed man came out with a smug face. I didn’t like him I thought to myself. The other man followed and brought out his tools as well. His hands were bloody I could see. That’s where I am presuming my father is. I hope he is still alive I thought to myself. I waited for the cover of night before I made my way back to Jay.

He had started a fire and there was a rabbit roasting.

“Well?” he asked

“It’s manageable. I think I know where dad is but we need to set some things in play first. Hand me the phone. I need to make some calls.”

 

New Lead, Kidnapped, & Darkness (Cartel car-tales IV)

The Darkness

(Word Count 2172)

Here are the links for the first 3 Cartel car-tales:

Cartel car-tales I  –  http://wp.me/p4hGKe-10

Cartel car-tales II  –  http://wp.me/p4hGKe-1i

Cartel car-tales III  –  http://wp.me/p4hGKe-1q

 

Adam Vega

It’s nearly been a month since I went down to Texas and buried my youngest brother and my mother. It’s been hard to concentrate at work. I put in my request to have 3 weeks of leave. My superiors were all understanding and considerate. They told me to “take as much time as I needed”.  Tomorrow I fly back home to pick Jay up from the hospital. They’re finally releasing him from their care. He’s recovered very quickly and I never doubted my little brother. He’d make a fine soldier from an athletic perspective but mentally I don’t think he could kill a man. Loren has been so supportive throughout this ordeal. I asked her to marry me. She said yes but it’s not quite how I wished it to happen but I can’t lose anymore of the people I love and I do love her.

 

“Alright babe I’ll see you in a week when you fly down. Thank you for everything. I love you” I kissed her goodbye for the last time unknowingly.

 

The flight was quicker than I imagined. I arrived at the airport and I headed straight to my childhood home. The cab pulled up to the house and I got out. My neighbors across the street Connie and Greg were in their front yard gardening as usual. They were barely visible behind their shrubs. I waved at them and they waved back. I could see the sympathy in their faces so I walked straight into the house. It still had some of the yellow tape around it. I walked around the house and saw the brown stains in the dining room. Tears filled my eyes and rage occupied my heart.

 

**Ding dong**

The doorbell rang and instinctively I pulled out my .45 1911. I looked through the window and holstered my gun on my leg. I saw that it was Greg at the door and so I opened it.

 

“Hi Greg it’s good to see you.” I said

“Good to see you too Adam. I’m sorry for your loss. Mikey was a good boy and your mother was one of the sweetest women I ever did get the pleasure to meet” Greg called

 

I winced when Greg mentioned Mikey. He must have caught it because he cut me off before I could politely ask him to leave.

 

“Adam. Truly Connie and I are sorry. We’ve seen you boys grow up and we cared for the lot of ya but that’s beside the point. We know for a fact that your dad didn’t kill them” Greg told me.

 

This threw me off but I recovered and asked him in. We sat down on the couch away from the dining room. I looked at him across the couch and our conversation continues.

 

“Please explain what you mean Greg”

Well the afternoon that MI…That the incident happened. Connie and I were right across the street. We was gardening as usual. We seen this car come around the corner. We didn’t think nothin’ of it but then it pulled up and parked in front of your folk’s house. 3 latino boys got out and looked around then they put ski masks on. One of them boys was big. Had to of been at least 250lbs and over 6’4’’ for sure. I grabbed Connie and told her to stay down. They didn’t see us on the count of the thick bushes. We heard the gunshots and a few moments later they was dragging a body out. Looked like your daddy but I couldn’t say for sure. Connie had already called the police before they had gotten out but it was too late. They took off before I could get the plates. It was a black Cadillac escalade. I remember that much. You’re going to have to forgive me Adam. My eyesight ain’t the same no more. But that’s beside the point. I just remembered a few hours ago that we had gotten that security camera installed a few weeks back. It faces the front of the house and catches the street and some of your lawn. I checked the tape and in the corner you can see some of the license plates it’s YYG-7 and that’s it. I was going to go to the police today but then you showed up.” Greg finished and then I abruptly said:

 

“No! Do not go to the police yet. They haven’t been able to turn anything up and I am going to settle this on my own. It’s the least I can do for Jay, my mom and Mikey. Thank you Greg!” We both got up, I shook his hand and then I hugged him. He asked if he could do anything else for me. I asked him what kind of guns he had at his house. Greg smiled and invited me over.

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Jay (Jon) Vega

The sun was beaming through the window. It woke me up. I looked at the clock on the wall and it was 10am. Today’s the day I am being released but Adam won’t get here until 2pm. That gives me a few hours to eat and get a quick workout in at the gym downstairs. I get dressed and walk over to the cafeteria and get a snack before I head to the gym. I get there and I start bench pressing, the bar. A joke compared to how much I was doing before but I’m happy I can do it at all. It hurts so I only do 2 sets. I finish my workout in an hour and decide to go for a quick run.

I bump into the doctor on my way out

 

Well your up kind of early. Where are you headed off to?” He asks

“I’m going to go for a quick run. Adam will be here in less than an hour so I thought I’d run a mile or two before he got here. If he does get here before I’m back will you tell him to wait for me?”

“Ahh. Well I actually won’t be here the rest of the day but I’ll have the nurses tell him. It was a pleasure getting to know you Jay. Call me if you have any questions”  The doctor said. We shook hands and I thanked him. After I went on my jog.

I was rounding the corner of the street next to the hospital when an escalade abruptly stopped in the middle of the road screeching the tires. Two men got out of the car. One was huge. Big enough to where I remembered his frame and who he was. Then the smaller one ran towards me. I didn’t hesitate this time. I started to sprint my ass off but he kept chasing me. I ran through the streets dodging oncoming cars. I hopped over a fence and was creating some distance between him and myself. I stopped to catch my breath. It looked as if I had lost them. But then from the corner of my eye I saw him running towards me. I turned around to run but after a few steps I realized I was running straight to the big guy. My momentum had me going so when he held his arm out I hit it like a brick wall. I spun around in the air and blacked out.

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Adam Vega

I tried calling Jay at the hospital but the nurses told me he was still out on a jog. I told them to have him call my cell phone. I grabbed some of the guns that Greg lent me and laid them out on a bed. I had 2 rifles, 2 pistols, 1 shotgun, and 1 grenade. Not including my 1911 Smith & Wesson. The rifles were basically civilian versions of the M16, AR15. Semi auto. No kickback and accurate at about 200 yards in the right hands. I cleaned them all. I can’t afford any misfires for what I plan on doing. I sent the license plate number to a contact I have in the FBI and he turned up and address pretty quick. Several hours after I got the address passed by and I still hadn’t heard from Jay. I loaded the guns in my dad’s SUV and decided to go to the hospital and find him. Time is of the essence I thought to myself. I found his room empty so I asked the nurses if he was back yet. None of them had seen him all day long. I could sense something wrong here. I left a message with the nurses to tell Jay to take a cab home and go over to Greg and Connie’s house. I figure he can lay low for a bit while I pursued this lead before it died out.

 

I arrived at the house. It looked like your typical middle class neighborhood. Kids were playing basketball down the street and soccer moms were exercising outside. There was nothing out of the ordinary there. I parked the car a couple of houses down and just staked it out. Nothing happened for a couple of hours. The sun went down and I just sat there but then finally someone came out of the house. Two guys. A really big guy and an average guy that looked like a little guy, comparatively speaking. They drove off and so I decided to walk up to the house and ring the doorbell. I rang it over and over and no one answered the doorbell. I double backed to the car and I grabbed the two pistols and the shotgun. I walked around the back and picked the door lock and swung the door open. All of the lights were turned off in the house so I had the shotgun raised and a flashlight in my other hand. I cleared the first room, No one there. I moved on to the second room. This one had the door closed and I turned the handle and walked in, no one there either. I finally walked into the third room and this one had the door cracked. I could here something moving so I inhaled a deep breath and pushed the door open with a kick. And swung the shotgun around. The light shone directly on a person tied up and bloodied up. I rushed over and began untying my little brother. I removed the duct tape on his mouth.

“Fuck Adam that hurt. How did you find me? Untie me. Hurry up before they get back. They went to go get some Whataburger” Jay said with vigor.

 

I hurried to untangle his wrists and legs but before I could finish untying him I heard a loud set of thuds. I turned as quickly as I could only to find someone’s fist landing directly on my face. Fuck I thought to myself. I got up to be met by a right cross and an uppercut. The right cross connected but I parried the uppercut. Still hurt like hell. The lights came on and I saw another guy, a much bigger guy. He stormed through the room and speared me to the ground. He easily outweighed me by 55-75lbs. He was heavy as shit. All my training couldn’t help me get him off of me. The little guy, the smaller guy I should say, came over and began kicking me. He landed a couple of kicks before I started covering my face. The big guy got off me and started pounding on me as well. This is not how I envisioned this going I thought to myself. The next thing I heard was a shotgun being cocked and a loud blast to follow up. I’m dead I thought for a quick second but when I opened my eyes I realized I wasn’t dead or in pain. I looked up and the bug guy was lying there with blood oozing from underneath his body. I got up and I saw Jay holding the shotgun in his hand. He re-cocked it and said,

“Get on your knees you piece of shit. Adam you okay? Can you stand up?”

 

I nodded at him and stood up. The smaller guy was on his knees and kicked him across his face. He hit the floor hard and stiffened up. I hit him on the button. He was out cold for the time being.

 

“Why’d you do that? He killed mom and mikey. We should kill him!” Jay shouted.

“He’ll get his but first we need information from him. Go fill up a bucket with water and bring me a shirt. I’ll do the rest” I replied back

 

As Jay walked away I began to think to myself that I had considerably underestimated my little brother. He has that darkness in him. He has that killer instinct. I wonder if it was developed through the pain and anger of losing Mikey and mom or if it was a dormant trait. Regardless, it’s good. I can use him for my next step. This doesn’t end here.

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