Brown Guardians

1. Auflage 2020
ISBN: 978-3-7487-5060-4
Verlag: BookRix
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 0 - No protection

E-Book, Englisch, 361 Seiten

This chronicle features an ensemble cast of characters and takes place in South Florida in the year 2000. Eboni and Christine Brown are sisters that are bonded by blood and magic. In the underworld, they're known as Guardians. They are feared and revered but possessing great power can also make them targets. A mysterious woman arrives in town with her gang of assassins to feast on human hearts, but her plans are more ambitious than just making everyone a snack. She wanted to convert every man, woman and child into her loyal subjects. The feral new threat was just one in many that threatened their daily lives. In addition, lately, factions have been making a play at bringing forth the End Days. Bossman owned Club Rodeo and was the overseer of the Rodeo Academy. A secret society put in place centuries ago by an evil wizard bent on destroying civilization. The regimen of duties was to destroy any semblance of humanity left within any pledge's heart. The academy consisted of several hundred acolytes from around the South Florida region who were recruited as dope boys, transporters, and lookouts-but other more promising recruits were offered more life changing opportunities. Michael Walker was born and raised in O-Town where life as shorty should not have been so tough. Life was hard and chances of becoming successful were slim to none; he spent most of adolescence in Foster homes or on the streets. A speech impediment and being poor left him mocked and ridiculed. He often times wished for a better life, when not wishing to end his own. His wishes came true when he met Bossman. The impending apocalypse was one in a laundry list of events that were over the horizon. Graduation also loomed in the immediate future. Eboni had plans to attend college in the fall, as well as some of her friends, but with agents of evil ramping up their efforts against the struggle, she may have to postpone her academic career.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Brown, Ryan

Leseproben

Rob, steal, DJ…that was his life for a few months, but soon those two sweet letters took over his life. He became so proficient at his art clubs began calling him, strip clubs wanted him to spin tracks for the rump shakers. Life was good for a while until…his older cousin was murdered. It was one of the most heartbreaking moments of his life, even more trying than when he found out he had to do that bid. And what made his death even worse was those dirty pigs who shot him to death escaped charges. Terrell felt compelled to get revenge on those assholes—and just like that his prayers were heard. At about 3:15 AM on that hot ass summer night, he was DJing a party and between his set he went out to have a smoke and that’s when his life changed. A black drawn-out town car met him outside the venue. The windows rolled down and that was it. “You want revenge on those assholes?” That’s all it took. “Yes,” he responded. Revenge and much more were promised, if he aligned his allegiance to Bossman—there was a spot open in the academy. Terrell agreed to join and immediately left Baton Rouge and everything he knew. Terrell started a new chapter of his life in South Florida, he pledged his allegiance to Bossman, and his life upgraded considerably. He went from a ground floor one-bedroom apartment to a twenty-seventh floor hi-rise equipped with all the bells and whistles. The hi-rise condo overlooked Downtown Miami; even his DJing took off. Instead of hosting local parties, he was able to host lavish parties and events overseas. The last event was this exclusive techno festival somewhere in the Arabian Desert. The roar of the crowd, strobe lights flashing, thunderous music…Terrell took it all in. He was able to travel the world, see places that only a few could and amassed considerable wealth and fame. Terrell headlined a few festivals including the Ultra Music Festival…and those police officers that murdered his cousin were dealt with….and he owed everything to Bossman. Terrell had to play his part though if he wanted to continue reaping more benefits, so if he had to occasionally knockoff some stores or pull off a heist or even kill, he would do it. Terrell had an extra magazine for his firearm, so he offered it to Chris, who rebuffed with a heavy scowl and a grunt. Chris was confrontational, rash and impulsive, a habitual substance abuser of all kinds: Weed, coke, alcohol, demon blood—any substance or method of achieving the ultimate high, Chris was with it. Terrell didn’t know much about his past, only that as a child he liked to do bad things and hurt people. Terrell didn’t know why Bossman tolerated his bullshit, but that wasn’t his place to question it, so he just continued getting ready for this job. Dan shot a glance at his watch and then looked at Terrell and Chris. “Ya’ll put those stones down right?” he asked. Terrell nodded. Chris acknowledged his question with another scowl. “Nigga speak, did you do it or not?!” Dan tensed up. “Watch who the fuck you talkin’ too!” Chris shot back, ready to pistol whip him. “Stop!” Terrell stood between them. “We don’t got time for this shit!” Chris still had the intense urge to beat this old nigga ass, but for the mission sake, he eased off and so did Dan. “Everything is good.” Terrell assured. “Listen, I just wanna make sure this nigga did what he was supposed to cause y’know how shit go with him.” Dan stated. Chris whipped out his pistol with the quickness and pointed it at Dan. Dan knocked the gun away, but it went off. A loud bang filled the storeroom making customers and staff look around. “What was that?” Chad looked around. Michael heard it too, but he couldn’t let it distract him—he was deep in concentration right now. He raised a shimmering gem into the air and began chanting. This couplet of foreign words was a real tongue twister. Michael had to carefully pronounce his words so the elements could hear, understand and obey his will. As he continued, the gem grew brighter and warmer. The palm of Michael’s left hand sizzled, but he couldn’t stop and had to continue. The ritual was supposed to create an electromagnetic pulse, disabling any electronic or wireless devices. Michael chanted louder and louder. He felt a warm gust of wind swirl around him. Air rippled like water. A gust of wind swept through the store, knocking items of hangers and racks. Terror etched on customers’ face as the haunted moan echoed through the store. People were freaked out and to make matters worse the lights began flickering wildly. “Ahhh!” a lady screamed. The eerie wind shut the front door with a loud bang, keeping frightened consumers locked in the store. “What the hell is going on?” one of the cashiers looked around terrified. The confused shoppers stood on the other side of the checkout counter, also scared at the weird occurrences. Suddenly three loud pops sounded from the back of the store, making customers run. Chris and Dan’s altercation drew the attention of the Loss prevention officer, so the trio were forced to take him out. Their bullets shredded him like paper, he didn’t stand a chance against their collective firepower. They hopped over the bullet riddled corpse and sprang into action, erupting from the storeroom guns blazing. “What’s wrong now?” An annoyed shopper griped, before the register drawer shot open and all the money spewed out into the air. “Oh my god!” The flabbergasted shopper gawked at the tons of green. Going down the line, all the registers flew open; one of them came out straight into the cashier’s stomach. The invisible wind drifted through the store with a ghastly moan. “What’s that?” A scared little boy clutched his mother’s jeans. “I don’t know.” she looked around at the flickering lights. The invocation was working Michael could feel it. He continued, “Elements are brought to bear, earth, wind and fire churn the air!” The gust of wind extinguished the brown flame before a shot of energy went up into the air. Suddenly the light bulb, over his head, exploded. A wave of energy seared the atmosphere. Surveillance cameras short-circuited, cellular phones went dead, and the lights flickered off, dipping the store into darkness and chaos; the triumvirate of armed robbers moved swiftly through the darkness. When the ritual ended, Michael fought for breath. He was pretty much hyperventilating. Beads of perspiration raced down his face, back and chest. His entire body vibrated. His heart thumped rapidly as if it were going to rip out of his chest. Michael’s head dropped, sweat dripped off his chin. He looked up when he heard pandemonium erupt in the store. Michael reached into the duffel bag and pulled out a machine gun. He stood up slowly, still feeling a little light-headed, when suddenly the noise from outside began dying down. Dying was the operative word because when Michael went into the store many of the customers had begun vomiting, others seized violently, eyes rolled bank into their skulls a lot of them. “What the fuck?” Michael looked around at the people. He wondered if he was to blame for this…the spell was supposed to disable electrical systems, but maybe it messed with the electric signals in their brains or something. Michael continued forward and began finding dead bodies, swarms of flies buzzed around the corpses; maggots oozed from orifices. The air suddenly became heavy with decay, a putrid haze floated through the store; he pressed on forward and found more death, he discovered Chad with his eyes sunken into his skull, skin shriveled and wrinkled, clothes tattered and worn, his nametag rotted and dirty. It looked like he died weeks ago. Michael continued forward. A young boy and what looked to be his mother were among the rotting corpses. It broke his heart a little, all this death, he didn’t mean for the ritual to do all this, but he had to go for his. He finally made his way to the front of the store where his comrades had ransacked the registers. Decomposed bodies littered the floor, several of them piled around the registers. It looked as if they dropped where they stood. “What the hell happened?” Michael yelled at them. “I heard ya’ll fighting and shit.” “It’s these niggas!” Terrell pointed at Dan and Chris. “We can’t fuck this shit up.” Michael scolded. “Don’t yell at me.” Chris shot back. “I got what I came to get,” he continued holding up his duffel bag full of cash. “And you got bigger problems than us…look at this shit you caused.” He pointed around at the dead and the dying. There were still some customers in the back of the store wailing in agony. Michael looked around and shook his head. He’s used rituals during their heist and nothing like this ever happened. Michael heard something else, under the excruciating moans he heard sirens. Police sirens were headed their way. “Police!” Michael announced. The rest of them looked up when they heard the sirens closing in on them. “We gotta get the hell outta here!” Terrell hopped over the counter. They dashed to the...