CATHEDRAL.



They have been there awhile, for how long exactly he cannot be certain, he thinks that they act like brothers. They argue sometimes, they’re both very, very young, the oldest looks to be in his mid to late teens, he is street wise beyond his years.. The younger one looks to be no older than ten or perhaps eleven years of age.. In the past two months that Eric Bitters had been staying in this abandoned tower that he has called his cathedral since he was first sent back to Kings Harbor, He has been watching the comings and goings of the two youths for the last two weeks. He has studied them in the darkened hallways as they interact with each other, and he soon discovers that his suspicions are correct. They are brothers, The oldest is called “Marcus” he is fifteen, the youngest is nine, his name is “Zackary” he studies them from a dark room adjacent to theirs, there is no electricity here, no heat, no workable plumbing, they live hand to mouth, day to day, and Marcus does what he must, to ensure that he and his younger sibling survive here. The floor is wet in place’s as they are near the very top of this building and the roof is leaking badly, they only source of heat and light comes from a few well placed worn candles, that are used sparingly. Here in the cathedral, voices are being raised.

Marcus is scolding Zackary, he has stolen food for them to eat tonight, but took an incredible chance to get it. Marcus tells him often that here in this life, Chances for anything are rare, and people like them don’t get many, and they must use them carefully. Eric Bitters decides that he will stay near the two young siblings tonight, there is a long window here in this dark room, he sits on the sill with his legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. He stares for a time out the broken window into the dark abyss that has become a prison for so many. Many like Marcus and Zackary, babes in arms, guarding what little piece of the world that they have with all of the strength they can muster. And doing so with a dignity and pride that few adults would ever know. The prison known to the world as Kings Harbor sleeps tonight, but Eric Bitters knows all too well, that it won’t sleep for long, soon, the inmates will be stirring, and out in numbers looking for prey.. Prey like Marcus and Zackary. Marcus is trying to listen patiently to Zackary’s explanation of why he took a chance to get the evenings meal, Marcus isn’t buying it. You do not steal from under the nose of Jinx’s soldiers, the man that owns the market that Zackary has stolen from has a son that is under Jinx’s employ, and Marcus warns him, that if he were to be caught in the act, the son would come looking for him. And where there is one of jinx’s soldiers, there are many. They dine on the cold deli Sandwiches that Zackary has taken from the one of the markets refrigerators for them to eat, soon the candles grow dim and then the light fades, they both fall into an uneasy sleep, tomorrow will be a new day for the brothers, a new day filled with new opportunities. If they are to stay together they will need to rest.

ATHENA.



It is almost 10:00 am, Zachary is slowly making his way through the sparsely crowded sidewalk, he once again has ventured out alone away from the protection of the cathedral, against his brothers wishes. Marcus is out as well, searching for a legitimate way to make a better life for his younger brother, he fears that Zackary may be becoming too street wise, and his getting into trouble is slowly beginning to escalate. This morning Zackary wanders the streets of Kings Harbor looking for the new opportunities that Marcus spoke of. He can slowly feel it as the painfully familiar signs of hunger begins to slowly burn in his stomach, he knows that soon, he will have to take another one of his chances if he is to eat this morning. He makes his way to 33rd street, there are vendors on the sidewalks selling fresh fish and there are even a few others who have fresh fruit and vegetables to offer, but 33rd street is a long way off, and it will take him at least two precious hours of the morning just to reach it. He pushes his way through the small crowd and turns left on Wicker street and begins the trek east towards 33rd. Upon his arrival he sees that it is the busiest time of the morning, most vendors will be too busy tending to the demands of their customers to notice a small boy lifting fruit and vegetables from their tables.

He finds a likely candidate and sizes it up, there are four people around the vendor and she doesn’t even see him. He moves in quickly and seizes three small pieces of fruit and smoothly makes his escape.. Once clear he begins a slow run to distance himself from 33rd street, two blocks.. Three and then four.. Now he is becoming tired and he finds an alley to rest in, he pulls one piece of fruit out from under his shirt and shaking, he pulls it up to his mouth and slowly sinks his teeth into the sweet nectarine, “your pretty smooth kid.” a voice from the street has entered the alley where Zackary hides. It is a young woman, he recognizes her from 33rd street, she was at the vendors where he stole the fruit . This morning Zackary’s hunger has made him careless.. This morning he was followed. This morning he has been caught. Her name is Athena, the vendor that Zackary stole from was her mother, but oddly enough, Athena isn’t angry, she sits down next to him and smiles.. She has a beautiful smile. “Don’t worry kid.” she tells him “ I’m not taking you back to stand trial or nothing!” she laughs. “ I know what its like to be hungry, and having to steal food shouldn’t have to be a crime.” he produces a piece of fruit to her and together they sit in the alley and eat. Athena really likes young Zackary, and she soon volunteers to walk him home, they make their way towards Wicker Street, the gateway to Kings Harbor’s true hell. On the way he regales her with stories of his life on the street and she patiently listens, Athena finds him to be a rather charming boy, but they are losing track of time and the day grows dark, soon it will be nightfall in the district of predators who feed on young boys and pretty innocent women. They have unknowingly attracted the attention of some of the local talent, and now they are being carefully watched and followed.

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THE FIRST STONE..



He watch’s as Annie makes her way along the deserted sidewalk, the rain has briefly stopped, but the air still carry’s a severe chill with it, she is thinking about her friend Endora. One of the few friends that she has, as her young mind wanders, she is completely unaware that she is no more than one and a half blocks away from a path changing event. She doesn’t even notice the sleek black sedan as it slowly rolls by her on its way to the corner of Columbus Avenue and Center Street, but Eric Bitters has been watching the whole time. He sits up on the fire escape of one of the corner buildings, peering through his own frosty billows of breath as each passes through his black cold dead lips. He is watching for Annie now, he now has that luxury, he got ahead of her just ten minutes ago, so he could wait to steer her from harms path, now he plays a slight waiting game, for he still isn’t sure if she is the first of the three souls, but it isn’t about that now, now for him at least, it is about the young girls safety. if she turns the corner, Eric Bitters will become her protector. If not he will be forced to keep searching for the first of Three. For Maurice Klinger there will be no protector, for he is trying to extort money from the devil himself, and it is a very risky endeavor at best. Eric watch’s as the black sedan slowly rolls to a stop.

Maurice Klinger approach’s it and produce’s the ledger, and he is shot dead by an unseen gunman inside of the vehicle for his trouble’s, he no longer sees Annie Harlow on the sidewalk, and as the man gets out of the vehicle to retrieve the ledger from the dead fingers of Maurice Klinger, he sees Annie through the open door of the black sedan, Eric knows that they have taken her so she can be eliminated as a possible witness to the murder of Maurice Klinger. Now his anger begins to surface, and he leaps through the air towards the sedan, he must strike before they can move it, if he doesn’t, he knows that Annie Harlow will die this night. He lands hard on the hood of the sedan, and sees the now petrified driver through the wind shield of the vehicle, he has produced a weapon and now has it trained on the form of Eric Bitters, he fires, but his target seems unharmed by the direct hit, startled he tries again. A cold white fist has driven itself through the windshield of the vehicle completely shattering it, and now has his gun hand in a ice cold death grip, he can feel his fingers and palm being crushed around the contours of the weapon, he tries to scream, but the pain is ungodly, and the sound freezes in his throat. The driver struggles through the pain with the door handle, it clicks and the door swings open as his left foot finds its way clear of the sedan, his hand has been shattered too, but is no longer in the clutches of the death grip, he is now free.. Free to run and live to tell this tale.

OF SAINTS AND SINNERS..



The lone gunman in the back seat has drug Annie from the vehicle at gun point, he presses the barrel of the revolver into her temple as he nervously looks around for the form of Eric Bitters, but he is no where to be seen, not confined by what he sees, the gunman knows he is still being watched by Bitters. He is behind Annie Harlow now, his free arm is around her chest and with his hands full of her long blonde locks he holds her close to him. He knows.. She is all that stands between him and a cold rainy death tonight. “Come out where I can see you or I do the girl! right here! right now!”.. he knows.. As Eric Bitters knows.. He has lost control of the situation.. Patience Eric.. He isn’t going to do anything stupid.. She’s all that he has.. He knows.. As Eric Bitters knows. He waves the gun in the air . Slowly making small circles with it, trying every direction at once. Losing control.. One breath at a time. He closes his eyes. The voices return. Patience Eric.. Not yet. The rain returns now too, this time he can feel that cold familiar moisture as it touch’s his white face. His eyes close even tighter and now he can feel Annie Harlow’s fear. “hush little baby. Now don’t say a word.. Daddy’s gonna buy you a mocking bird.”.. Annie takes matters into her own hands. This night.. She stops being a victim.

With all of the venom she can muster, she sinks her teeth into his free hand, he screams out in pain and drops the gun, now angered, he strikes her hard with the back of his hand knocking her to the ground,. He turns to retrieve the weapon and regain the control of the situation, that he never had from the beginning, he finds only Eric Bitters cold fingers wrapped tightly around his throat, Brave little Annie. She has given him the only opening that he needs. No gun.. No more victims.. No more pain to deal to those who have long suffered enough.. The gunman’s feet slowly rise from the ground as the cold fingers tighten even more around his throat. He can feel his own life slowly slipping away from him, the breath is leaving his body.. Suddenly Bitters slams him into the wet brick wall releasing his grip on the gunman’s throat, he lye’s there in the garbage whimpering and gasping for air in the same exact instant. He feels Eric Bitters breath in his ear, his words are crisp and as cold as the rain itself.. “It doesn’t take strength to hurt.. Not hurting people takes strength.. Remember to thank your creator.. You will live through yet another night.. Repent. Or lose your soul forever.” he walks over to where Annie Harlow is lying unconscious.. His arms cradle her body as he lifts her from the ground he slowly pulls them both into the night sky as he tries to think of what’s next for Annie Harlow.. It is then that a memory strikes him.. A memory of a church.. Not far from his own, memories of a remarkable woman who lived for the soul purpose in life of helping others.. A remarkable woman named Sister Mary Coven. He arrives at the back door of the first Baptist Church of Sandoval Street.. Sister Mary Coven answers.. She doesn’t recognize the young man but she knows that the gift that he has placed in her arms is priceless. She raises her head to thank him but he is gone from sight, she steps slightly out the door and stares momentarily up into the dark Rain filled sky.. And sister Mary Knows..

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"ANNIE"



He is hanging over the edge of the smooth surface of the wall of one of the tenements of the Reinstroke section of east German town. A district of Kings Harbor so named because the thugs that inhabit it are so bad, even the Nazis would never think of going in there after dark . But Eric Bitters is no ordinary man, on this night he is restless, Something pulls at him from unseen directions forcing him to haunt the rain filled night. The raw feelings of a helpless innocent has pulled him to this place, he has heard from his rooftop perch the whimpers of this victim, even though he is not yet certain if this will be the first of the Three or not, he knows he can not stand idly by and do nothing to ease their suffering whatever it should turn out to be. He hears the voices more clearly now and as he turns his head away from the falling rain, he can hear three voices total, all are males two appear to be young street thugs and the third is an older male, perhaps a homeless man. As he cocks his head to the side, he can hear the distinct sound of metal clicking against metal, as the hammer of pistol is pulled back into its firing position. He knows that he has very little time and he steps off the ledge of the rooftop and follows the rain to the man made canyon floor below. He lands in between the gunman and the innocent, his black eyes stare at them through the falling rain.

At first they simply look at him in disbelief but the one with the weapon will not be so easily deterred, he points the gun at Eric Bitters and fires, and when the bullet hits him and does nothing, the gunman and his accomplice know that they are staring into the eyes of death, they become afraid, the gun falls to the ground and they flee. He turns to the homeless man and helps him to his feet. He now knows that this is not one of the three souls. He is certain that no further threat of harm will come to this man tonight, so he returns to the Cathedral on the corner of Center Street and Tenth avenue, where he waits patiently in the dark skies above Kings Harbor for the sign of the first soul . He doesn’t have to wait long, she is yet another deserted child of the streets, that has fallen through the cracks of an inadequate system that cannot seem to properly identify the young girls problems, they have seen her in and out of child services all in all ten times before the age of fourteen. It seems to be all the excuse that they require for her abandonment. She is left to her own young demons here in the valley of the downtrodden and the homeless, nothing more than a street urchin left to fend for herself through whatever means she finds necessary, much to Annie Harlow’s credit, she has not yet resorted to prostitution. There is hope for thirteen year old Annie Harlow, which means there is hope for Eric Bitters.

"JINX"




Here in this scarred city, crime is rampant, though a fair amount can be contributed to lowly street thugs, most can be traced back to one feared name, he is known simply as “Jinx” and he runs the biggest crime syndicate in Kings Harbor. His soldiers are everywhere shaking down small business’s in every corner of the city squeezing them for protection money, those who do not comply are burnt out of business. Eric Bitters is quite familiar with Jinx’s minions, he has had dealings with them in the past, but has never feared them the way other’s do. Annie Harlow has also heard the name “Jinx” usually spoken in frightened whispers by destitute street people who live in fear of the crime lords soldiers, who seem to be everywhere they turn. This night she has shoplifted some small portions of food from one of the local merchants, this time she wasn’t caught, tonight she will have food in her belly, and more importantly to her, she will have food to give to her older homeless friend Endora, but even as Annie Harlow makes her way along the sidewalks of Center Street, she has no idea what lye’s in store for her just three blocks ahead.

There is a man standing on the cold empty street corner, his name is Maurice Klinger, moments ago Maurice was on the pay phone four blocks from Summit Street, striking up a deal with his now former employer Jinx. Maurice has in his possession one of ten different ledgers that contains names and numbers involved in every major fencing operation in the city, a ledger that he has stolen from Jinx while under his employ. he has told Jinx over the phone that he will return the Ledger for the price of three million dollars, to which Jinx almost too easily agrees. They agree to meet at a location that is mutually exclusive to both party’s involved, again Jinx agrees to meet with him personally to ensure the safe return of his property, and Maurice names a corner on Center Street and Columbus Avenue to where It would be safe for him, Maurice Klinger has made a deal with the devil and has taken him at his word. Jinx tells him over the Phone that he is on his way with the money and will arrive shortly. As he hangs up the phone and heads for the corner of Center and Columbus, Maurice straitens his tie confidently, unaware that his and young Annie Harlow’s lives are about to intersect. And as he walks along, Maurice begins to think about how he will soon be living on easy street, but his greed has clouded his judgment, and what Maurice fails to realize is that he will be lucky if he lives through this night. Eric Bitters watch’s and waits.. For he knows Annie Harlow must not become a part of this.

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FIRST PASSING..



In all of his twenty five years of living, he has only truly regretted one thing.. Being born. The life of a street hood is not an easy one, especially for someone like Eric Bitters, for this street hood has something that no one in this chosen profession would ever dare possess.. A conscience. on this night not unlike most others, it is dark and bitterly cold, the rain has been a constant presence here for as long as he can remember, no seasons changing to speak of, no summer or winter, only the constant drizzle of cold lifeless liquid that seemed to cascade slowly down the flat surfaces of the towering buildings around him. He has spent his entire life here in this dark cold and dreary existence, concrete and steel walls that form the canyons of the city that is his lifelong prison, it is called Kings Harbor. On this night one of his closest friends a young man by the name of Ian Specter has convinced him that this would be the best night to prey on a small neighborhood market that they have been casing. He is waiting in the rain for the small black compact to pull up that Ian drives. It is almost dark outside when it pulls up to the curb where he has been waiting for the past twenty minutes. When Specter’s tall 6ft plus frame emerges from the vehicle he can feel it almost instantly, something isn’t right. He has brought only one gun for the proposed robbery, for himself.

Ian being the larger of the two will enter the market last, for he will bring with him the most suspicion from the cashier and whatever small number of patrons might be present. Eric Bitters will enter first and spray paint over the lenses of the security cameras so they won’t be captured on film. Then the rest will be in the hands of fate, and will largely depend on how many in the market will be smart enough to survive this night. The Brave will die first, Ian is counting on it. They pull up in front of the building that stands next to the market and step out into the cold rainy night, Eric enters the market and sprays the camera lenses, followed immediately by Ian who upon entering draws his weapon and points it at the cashier. “The Money!!…. NOW!!” he commands. The cashier is a small man who looks and sounds to be Arabic, he backs away slowly holding his hands above his head, when he does not respond to Specter’s commands, without hesitation he fires his weapon at the head of the cashier, the bullet strikes him between the eyes killing him instantly. A woman lets out a scream, startled, they both turn towards the sound and there standing in front of the dairy section is a young black woman. She is pregnant, Ian turns the gun towards her, again without hesitation, and Eric Bitters makes a fateful decision.

He steps in front of the woman at the precise moment that the weapon is discharged, and he can feel it as the bullet rips through his upper torso. He looks up at Ian in only slight disbelief, Ian is smiling at him, right before he fires a second bullet into Eric Bitters, just before fleeing and leaving him to die. He staggers out the door of the market with both hands clutching at his wounds and collapses onto the cold rain soaked concrete side walk, the sounds of approaching sirens echo through the canyon’s of his steel and concrete prison, faintly at first, then they are slowly becoming louder. But he doesn’t hear the sounds now, he is on his hands and knees, watching as the red liquid from his fatal wounds slowly merge with the small puddles of rain that have fallen from the sky. He closes his eyes. Now there is nothing.

REDEMPTION..



He is now surrounded by his emptiness, in a world completely void of sight and sound, nothing to fear, not love, not pain, nor loneliness. Now there is nothing. “Time to wake up Eric.” his eyes are closed tightly. “No… I’m.. not ready.”
“Open your eyes Eric.”
“I.. I.. can’t.”
“There is no more fear Eric.. Don’t you remember us telling you that?”
He is slowly beginning to feel something just at his fingertips, he is still on his hands and knees, only he doesn’t feel the rain anymore. The surface that he is touching is smooth like glass, only cold and almost damp, like granite or marble. He has slowly openned his eyes and a reflection begins to seep into what has now become his consciousness. There is a person staring up at him from the floor that he does not recognize, he has long black hair and eyes that are equally as black, his skin is as white as snow, this reflection carry’s with it the scent of death, and as he lifts his fingers to touch his own face, Eric Bitters realizes.. The reflection is his own.

“Do you know where you are Eric?” at first he doesn’t answer.
“H…. Hell?”
“No Eric.. Not exactly.”
He continues to stare at his own reflection in disbelief on the floor beneath him.
“Surely.. Not heaven.” he answers.
“No Eric.. You are not ready for those places. Your true fate has as of yet to be determined, only then will you continue down your path towards your final destination.”
“Purgatory?”
He raises his eyes.. They squint against the blackness around them, to try to see the forms of the voices that seem to know everything about him, he sees nothing.
“How will my fate be determined if I’m already dead?”
“ Eric.. Do you recall the last minute before he shot you? Think about that Eric.. Up to that point you were almost lost.. Your fate had already been determined, don’t you remember Eric? one simple little act completely changed your course.”
He thinks for a moment. But it doesn’t come to him at first..
“The woman Eric. The pregnant woman in the store. You stepped in front of that first bullet to save her, in that instant you changed your destiny. With that single act of selflessness you have bought yourself a second chance at redemption. You will be sent back to Kings Harbor in your present state, to save three Innocents from the very fate that you almost made for yourself. You will save them Eric, you will save them if you have any hope of saving yourself from the damnation that you so fear. Three souls for one Eric.. that’s the deal. Save them to save yourself. you will go home Eric.. again.”

RETURN TO KINGS HARBOR..



He once again closes his eyes, only this time when he opens them up he once again finds himself in the hell hole called Kings Harbor, he is not on the ground but finds himself perched above the city on top of one of its many abandoned buildings. He is forty two stories in the air over looking tenth street not far from where his life had originally ended, it is still as he remembers it. Raining heavily, dark.. Ominous. The feeding grounds of the human refuse that prey on those who have no will to or simply cannot fight back. Here his new destiny will begin, he sits outside, his bare feet pressed against the facade of his very own Cathedral, he knows that the rain brings with it the almost unbearable cold but he doesn’t feel it anymore, he can’t, for Eric Bitters is dead. And dead men don’t feel, even those with a purpose.

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He reached in first after slightly moving the door open towards the dark room, he fumbled around the smooth surface of the wall until he felt the light switch clicking it on illuminating the room. The door swung open full and he stepped through it halfway expecting to find himself alone, but Andrew Milan didn’t get what he’d wished for. Sebastian sat in the chair directly in front of him with his legs crossed at the knees and his hands folded over one another holding onto the Manila envelopes on his lap. Andrew carefully contemplated his first move, but decided against hostilities. “So... This is it huh? They send you because they know that I can’t get inside of your head because your special in some way like me.. So What’s the deal man? You gonna kill me or what?” Sebastian rose from his chair and looked Andrew in the eye.. “You’re the telekinetic aren’t you? So.. You tell me, am I like you? Or am I just different, like you Mr Milan?” the pire smiled “no son, nobody sent me, my associates and I were just trying to get to the bottom of a few things.. Like those three murders in Corbett Lake, that’s all.” Andrew studied him carefully, he had been trying to get inside the pires head the whole time but couldn’t, and it made him more than a little nervous, “So who in the hell are you anyways?” Sebastian extended his hand to Andrew.. “Hopefully a friend if you will only listen, you see Mr Milan we know most of the story already we know about Haven Hill.. We know that Avery Temple killed three people and he was ultimately going to attempt to kill you, before you killed him of course.. We know that there is a secret government agency that is more than likely at this moment covering its tracks once it has realized that the situation is out of its hands.. Its all here Andrew.. In this.” he threw the envelopes on the bed. “Your leverage.”



His eyes drifted down to the envelopes on the bed and then back up to Sebastian’s “Leverage against who?” Sebastian sat back down in the chair.. “the people who are obviously still looking for you, and who won’t stop until you either go with them or are dead.” he thought for a moment. “does it say what they were training them for? Sebastian nodded to the affirmative. “Political assassinations.. Yes.. Its all in there.. And I’m turning it over to you. Do what you have to do Andrew, three people perhaps even more are dead because of what is in those files, they are in no way off of the hook for this.” they both grew silent.
“The reporter.. From the Post in Washington She’s dead?”
“Yes.. We believe she was the first.”
“Who else can I tell then.”
Sebastian extended his hand with a card between his index and middle fingers.
“His name is Michael Stroad, he’s a reporter for The Globe in Boston.. He is.. Someone that you can trust.. If you wish to talk with him I will call ahead and let him know that your coming.. You already know who and where the enemy is Andrew.. You’ve done a wonderful job staying ahead of them.. If you need anything my number is on the back of the card..”
He turned to leave when Milan abruptly stopped him. Startled, Sebastian turned to face him.. “You didn’t tell me.. You know?
What you-” he gave the pire a puzzled look.. “why is it that I can’t read you? What’s inside of your head that makes you so special?
I tried to, you know that right? But somehow.. I don’t know.. I just can’t.. Something in there blocking me.. Nobody has ever been able to keep me out.. You really ARE different.. Man what are you? I just have to know.” He smiled at Milan’s confusion and told him to sit.
“Have you ever heard the term Daywalker Andrew?”
“Heard it before, can’t remember where or what it means though.”
“Daywalker’s are very rare breed of Vampires that can come out during the daytime without be harmed by the sunlight.. I belong to one of the oldest house’s in existence.. We are balance keepers Andrew.. Protectors of human kind.. Not predators as some would have you believe.”
“Vampires? Your pulling my leg right? So you’re a bloodsucker? You fly around at night like a BAT?”
Sebastian shook his head sadly..
“Lordy.. What they teach you people. Another time Andrew.. Another time my friend.. Good luck in Boston.” the two shook hands and parted.


After returning to Corbett Lake Sebastian and Kincaid sat up through most of the night trying to get their story strait, they had already checked in with the sheriffs department with Albert Jacks who told them about the car that they found in the alley behind the bus terminal and how he was supremely confident that they were about to blow the whole case wide open. He cleared them to return to River City but informed them that he would be in touch if necessary. At the Lodge they talked about Andrew Milan and his intention to expose the Agency and how Sebastian’s friend at The Globe in Boston, Michael Stroad whom he had known for years was going to help him, Kincaid tried to warn him that even though the local authorities would be chasing down all of the loose ends of this case until next Christmas, the government would never quit following them.. To which Sebastian replied “Let them follow me.. Follow me Where?”. The next morning they had stopped at the visitors center to get Selina some souvenirs, and while her and Kincaid were inside Sebastian found himself wandering around out on the lawn of the establishment where he happened upon what he thought was an interesting old statue of a man that he gathered to be of some historical significance, there was an inscription on a small plaque at its base that read: “Fly home safe. To our father. From the citizens of Lake Corbett dedicated in loving memory to Chester Alan Scarsdale December 25th 1809. Kincaid and a smiling Selina emerged from the visitors center, and they all got into the small Suv.. They had a long drive ahead of them, “I want to be home before dark.” Kincaid Proclaimed.. Sebastian and his daughter gave each other a puzzled look.. Kincaid held his hands up, “Hey! everybody knows that’s when the real monsters come out.” Sebastian shook his head and looked out the window. Monsters? Now who in their right mind would believe in a thing like that?


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