Here's a little something that I've been working on. I'm planning on making it an ongoing series but here's the first chapter in the meantime.
Chapter 1
In a groggy stupor hardly able to keep his eyes open, a young boy slumps in the back seat of his motherâs silver sedan. Whyâd we have to leave so early? The boy wonders to himself pulling his soft beanie over his eyes like a sleep mask. As the sedan slides through the snowy night, the carâs heater provides no relief from the frosty air just outside, due to it being broken, so the boy bundles himself up in his plush green winter jacket to keep away the cold. Finding the monotonous hum of the engine relaxing as his mother navigates the snowy roads of a town that he doesnât know the name of, the boy drifts to sleep. âMark?â His mother calls to him pulling him back from the edge of consciousness. âYes?â Mark replies groggily, slightly frustrated to still find himself conscious. âI need you to stay awake honey, weâll be there soon.â She continues softly, easing Markâs frustrations. âWhere are we going anyway Mom?â Mark asks, accepting that sleep has eluded him for now. âIâm taking you to see someone.â Well that was really vague. âCouldnât it have waited til later?â Mark asks somberly. âNo⌠It couldnât.â By his motherâs tone Mark knew that he should let the matter drop because he wouldnât get any kind of answer. The less you know the better, Mark. The washed out light of the headlights reflected beautifully off of the falling snow, creating a glittery frenzy before them. The snowfall, although beautiful, fell in torrents that made it just shy of impossible for Markâs mom to see any farther than 4 feet in front of the car. Fixing her hazel eyes onto the road Markâs mom struggles to keep the car on track. Did it have to snow now? She grips the steering wheel tightly as if the tighter she holds the more in control she will become.
Seeing his mom in this way Mark knows better than to distract her from driving. But what the heck am I supposed to do in the meantime? It is then that Mark remembers the cold rectangular plastic in his pant pocket. Thank God! My DS. Reaching into the pocket of his worn out jeans Mark retrieves his portable game and switches it on. After several moments playing his game, Mark gets the uneasy feeling that he is being watched by⌠something. Peering out the passenger side window Mark sees nothing beyond the thick curtain of snow. Nothing. Still unable to shake the feeling Mark crawls to the other side of the car to peer through the window⌠Still nothing.
Five hundred yards down the snowy road, three men stand together spread across the road, awaiting their target. Bundled in thick, black, knee-length coats, the men were told to retrieve a young boy, killing the mother in the process. And the men knew failing The Master was nothing short of a death wish. They wore black masks to conceal their identities from not only their target but each other. Almost identical, the masks covered the entirety of their faces with protective mesh over the eyes. The only markings that distinguished each mask from the other was the various shapes on the foreheads of the masks. A crescent moon⌠A flame⌠A white hare.
Each of the three knew nothing of the others, and yet they had united under a common cause, The Master. The light that had shone onto them in their darkest hour, each of them felt an undying loyalty to The Master, one that would now be put to the test. Unitum Stabit.
I know it's not much, but if any of you guys/gals are interested in reading more let me know