JPKmos And The Stone Angels

JPKmos And The Stone Angels

By K. James

An adventure novel about two brothers Josh and Phil and their younger sister Kristen Mos is set in Glastonbury Connecticut in the summer of 2009. JPKmos And The Stone Angels, is filled with the suspense of danger and touching human relationships, in an extraordinary saga about what once was a Moon of the Earth called Threa and it’s survivors hopes hidden in the hearts and minds of the three children born of both worlds. Josh, Phil, and Kristen Mos are hunted by Threan DNA Dominates who have brought their war from their long lost Moon to Earth, where battle is to the death and the strongest of the species survives by harvesting the DNA of the weak.

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Copy right 2012 by K. James

Cover design by K. James

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Acknowledgements

I’m humbled by the silent majesty of each new dawn.Hoping, as I stop to stare at the newly painted sky,that my soul will be refreshed, and lift me to a placeunder the early morning clouds where I’ll find truth and wisdom, love and compassion, and contentmentfor my lot in life. In that precious moment, as I stand before the face of God, I thank him for mychildren, and one more day to love them. Kerry James. Mosdale

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Chapter 01 - Friday June 12

Chapter 02 - Saturday June 13

Chapter 03 - Sunday June 14

Chapter 04 - Wednesday June 17

Chapter 05 - Friday June 19

Chapter 06 - Saturday June 20

Chapter 07 - Thursday June 25

Chapter 08 - Saturday June 27

Chapter 09 - Sunday July 5

Chapter 10 - Tuesday July 7

Chapter 11 - Wednesday July 8

About The Author

Chapter 01 Friday June 12

The Moon watched with helpless eyes, unable to warn the young couple as they strode hand in hand, softly crushing the thick manicured green grass with each step. It was the beginning of the summer in Connecticut, and so too the beginning of a fate that would unravel a mystery no one dared to believe possible. Clouds of fire flies rose up from the blades of grass like small stars of twinkling light to greet the two teens. Silently the pair skulked across the weathered white chalk lines to find a perfect spot in the middle of the deserted Nymaug Elementary School soccer field. The bright blue canvas of a perfect June sky had faded into early twilight just as the school year was fading to an end as well, three days hence.

Of the pair it was the girl who was tall and lithe, her long thin arms swatting at the blinking lights that were in a frenzy to greet them, annoyed at the fire flies persistent intrusion that interrupted such a promising romantic evening. She had thought about this moment all day, wanting to be alone with her boyfriend, not willing to share him even with the beckoning night. She was surprised that he found her annoyance fascinating, as he marveled at the blinking incandescence flights that soothed their surroundings. Together they hesitated, searching the quiet of the night before taking a few more steps. He stopped and surveyed the lush grass before picking out a spot and unraveling an old blanket. With a flick of his wrists he unfurled the old quilt and shook out the grains of sand from last year’s weekend escapes to Misquamicut beach on the Rhode Island shore. The teenaged girl bent over and was still fixing the creases of the quilt when the boy flopped down on her handiwork already transfixed by the bright sentinels that winked back at his impatience.Dropping to her knees she nuzzled close, shoulder to shoulder before reaching out to caress his cheek and get lost in the blue green of his eyes. She marveled at his innocence, his sheer vulnerability, and she exhaled slowly to control the sudden and fast beating of her heart. Like most boys in high school he was oblivious to her inner thoughts and feelings and ruined the moment by pushing her hand away. He popped up on his left elbow and pointed to the sky incredulous.

Did you see it? She turned her head with a frown.

See what? Disappointed she added too quickly.

All I see are these pesky fire flies!

Exasperated she nestled her long wavy blonde head of hair on his smooth athletic chest.

Wait, wait….wait, now look up, you should see one any second. The boy scanned the sky back and forth while he nonchalantly held out his right palm for a fire fly to land and explore.

I remember my Dad used to bring me out on nights just like this, and throw a blanket on the front lawn, where he wrapped me up so we could watch the stars. I remember I thought it was the coolest thing in the world. We’d just lay there and look at the sky until my mother would call for me to go to bed. That was before everything happened. The night rescued him from the emotion of his last words letting them drift into whispers, as he tried to erase the memory that would never go away.

Then one night when I was older in the middle of summer, it was August, that I saw my first one.

Saw your first what, she asked, not really paying attention to the night sky at all, but rather trying her hardest to have him look at her and not the stupid sky.

A shooting star, it was so cool.

The boy sat up, lifting the girls head off his chest, excitedly pointing at the flash that streaked across the enabling sky.

See it! See it! Damn it Flora your not going to see them if you don’t look.

Reluctantly Flora brushed back her wavy hair and looked up at the sky to appease him.

Perseids, uttered the boy.

Permission granted of course you can kiss me.

Flora pursed her lips and fluttered her long lashes hoping he would take advantage of her feigned helplessness.

I said Perseids not permission.

Flora replied with a pout.

Why Joshua Mos I thought Perseids was Greek for please let me kiss you.

Flora it’s a meteor shower named after the son of Perseus that happens mid August every year when the comet …

Flora turned his chin toward her face with her hand letting her cascades of blonde waves fall around his face and kissed him deeply.

Flora, come on I’m serious.

Josh pulled away as she screamed inside her head what idiot’s boys are.

Josh pulled her close again, but for what Flora thought was all the wrong reasons, as he continued trying to impress her with his astronomical knowledge.

Look there.

Josh pointed to the star clustered sky, but Flora just continued to ignore him, her concentration on the brilliance in his eyes not in the dark canvass above.

Flora, there’s a comet called Swift, kind of a cool name for a comet or country singer don’t you think? It’s a huge collection of ice and rock and it passes around the sun every two hundred years leaving sand and marble sized debris behind. Right now its traveling towards us, and when it passes Earth in about two months around August fifteenth, we’ll be able to see the debris flash across the sky……shooting stars, tons of them.

She took his face tenderly in her soft hands and kissed him.

First of all right now it’s June fifteenth so we’ll be lucky to see another shooting star, and second of all it’s not two hundred it’s one hundred thirty, replied Flora smugly.

Josh turned his head. One hundred thirty what?

Josh hunched his right shoulder accusingly.

Flora’s raised herself up, resting her upper body on both her elbows emphasizing her long thin frame.

The comet is called Swift-Taylor…no no Swift-Tuttle, and it passes around the sun every one hundred and thirty years and is closest to the Earth in August which also happens to be when the night skies are the clearest.

Josh hhmmpph’d his response as he silently gazed into the night sky unimpressed. Flora decided to change the subject.

I can’t believe that we have only two day of school left.

Josh’s ego was still bruised by Flora’s knowledge of the Swift-Tuttle comet and he decided to retaliate with whose smarter, a game each was equally adept at.

Technically we have three half days, one on Monday, one on Tuesday and one on Wednesday before graduation on Thursday, Josh smiled through the last word satisfied.

Flora shook her head up and down slowly trying to stop a smile that soon exploded across her face before hitting Josh harmlessly on the chest.

You are such a pain. You always have to be right.

Flora playfully punched Josh again, a bit harder this time, which only made him smile, satisfied that indeed he was right.

Josh turned Flora over with a quick shove putting her on her back before playfully grabbing both her wrists in each hand. He looked into her dazzling blue orbs that seemed to be constantly changing their blue hue and thought of how they had first met. It was in February that Flora had arrived in Glastonbury Connecticut the new hot girl in his first period American History class. They never spoke, but eyed the other from afar, pretending not to look at each other. Flora had come to Glastonbury an outcast, albeit a pretty outcast. Most of her fellow students simply stared and then ignored her. The staring was done by both girls and boys alike, she was simply to stunning to ignore. The girls immediately labeled her unwanted competition, while the boys on the other hand labeled her drop dead gorgeous. And so in the spring of 2009 Flora Switty was pursued by a relentlessly pack of suitors who asked her out every chance they got, only to be rebuffed each and every time. It wasn’t long before April ran into June, until finally one day without fanfare Flora had chosen. Flora chose Josh partly because he had not sought her out like the others, and because she found his intelligence as attractive as his physique. It didn’t hurt that Josh was tall, slightly over six foot and athletic. A game of pickup basketball in the gym revealed a muscled mid section of perfect washboard abs and a sculpted chest that complimented his square jaw and rugged good looks. But for Flora the clincher was his eyes, the blue green pooled with depth and intensity, while the few speckles of gold held the secrets she vowed to one day unlock. Flora was first smitten, and it was she that asked Josh out. Josh remembered that afternoon when she had walked up to him in the parking lot. Flora had purposely waited until all his friends had gathered around Josh to ask him to the movies solidifying his already legendary reputation of being a ladies favorite.

Why did you pick me, asked Josh.

Flora smiled back confused.

Why you what? she asked back shrugging her shoulders before tilting her head to listen closer.

All the guys were drooling over you, asking you out left and right yet I never spoke to you, not once, and it was me you chose to go out with, how come?

Josh’s Apple iPhone interrupted Flora before she could answer. Josh quickly looked at the letters and numbers that scrolled across his led screen, ‘P911". Josh quickly responded ‘SAMAGAL’, typed ‘BBL’ before slipping his iPhone back inside his jeans pocket.

That was my brother, we got to go Mr. Jameson is looking for me, said Josh pushing himself to a standing position before offering his hand to Flora.

Why don’t you call him by his first name?

Flora extended her hand and smiled as Josh pulled her to her feet. Josh thought about his foster parent Mr. Easel J. Jameson, and wondered about that question himself. Mr. Jameson was not what everyone had in mind for a foster parent. That he was older was a concern. That Mr. Jameson was an older single black man, was a social services challenge in a predominately white suburban Connecticut town. Mr. Jameson was eventually granted permission to be Josh and his sibling’s foster parent, but it wasn’t Mr. Jamesons standing in the community that tipped the scales in his direction. While his custodial job at Glastonbury High School was stable and his friendliness unquestioned, it was Mr. Jameson’s adopted daughter Frepa Roywhin that made the difference. Frepa had been a nurse at Glastonbury High School for as long as Josh could remember, and her love of children of all ages reflected the values that had been passed down to her by Mr. Jameson who raised her from an early age. Yes Frepa was a living breathing example of Mr. Jameson’s paternal instincts and unconditional love. It was those attributes that Josh, his younger brother Phil and his younger sister Kristen would cherish from the man who had taken all three of them into his home after Josh’s Father Hank T. Mos was arrested and the three Mos children had been with Mr. Jameson ever since.

Josh never paid attention to the play ground teasing about Mr. Jameson. Josh always thought his foster father had a regal appearance. Mr. Easel J Jameson was tall and very broad in his shoulders, a protruding belly that seemed a necessary accessory only enhanced the grandeur of his large frame that was held in by his ever present suspenders. But it wasn’t Mr. Jameson’s physical presence that set him apart from others, it was his voice. Josh always marveled at its deep baritone, efficient in its use of words, it was always compassionate with an undeniable wisdom. You never just heard Mr. Jameson’s voice you were immersed in it. Calling Mr. Jameson, Mr. Jameson, just felt right, just like it felt right, when Mr. Jameson had become the father figure for Josh and his brother and sister, after his Father’s conviction years ago.

Josh’s cell phone buzzed again and he was annoyed as he scanned the text message.

‘BMB’ was followed by ‘Mr. J is looking for you get home now! Give Flora a kiss for me’.

Josh quickly typed a response ‘B home soon’ and shoved the iPhone back into its favorite hiding spot.

Josh bent over and in one motion scooped up the blanket and grabbed Flora’s hand dragging her back towards his Harley motorcycle that he had parked a few hundred feet away.

Look said Josh pointing to the convertible that raced up over the hill and chirped as it was down shifted into third gear. The car raced past the front entrance of the elementary school and turned sharply right, churning up the short dirt road coming right for Josh and Flora before turning at the last minute into an open tobacco barn door that bordered the front of the school and killed its engine and lights.

It’s Dusty and Cemi, smiled Josh just before the flashing red and blue lights changed his face into a concerned frown.

Josh and Flora stood perfectly still in the middle of the soccer field as they watched the Glastonbury Police cruiser came over the same hill as their friends car a little too fast crashing its front bumper into the pavement. The cruiser skidded to a halt right in front of the open tobacco barn. Josh and Flora watched as a frustrated Glastonbury police officer repeatedly slammed his hand across the dashboard inside his cruiser before taking off his hat and throwing it into the windshield. The police officer reached to his right and jammed perfectly pressed white gloves onto his hands flexing his fingers in front of his face before getting out of the cruiser and slamming the door behind him.

The officer walked in front of his cruiser to inspect the damage which concluded with a pounding of his fist on the cruisers hood. He turned to get back into his cruiser when he suddenly stopped and stared at the weather worn gray tobacco barn that had its front door left slightly open. Instantly he began walking towards the barn whose side boards were split to air out the tobacco leaves that would be harvested in August from the fields across the street. Josh gently pulled Flora to her knees to ensure that the officer didn’t see them watching from the field.

Josh held his breath as the figure reach towards his back and lifted his long black flashlight over his right shoulder flicking it on once before immediately shutting it off. The officer walked up to the front of the barn triumphantly smiling as he stood with his left hand on his hip before entering the darkness that hid his prey.Quickly darting inside the officer flicked on his flash light again and was rewarded with the sight of a perfect candy apple red 1969 Pontiac GTO convertible. A small plume of smoke rose from the ashtray inside the car filling the barn with a distinct smell. The boy in the passenger seat frantically tried to wave the smoke away as the officer walked around the side of the car and opened the door before shining the flash light directly into the smiling face of the teenage driver.

Cemi it’s you of course. Who else would be stupid enough to smoke weed, drive at speeds exceeding 100 miles per hour and actually think they could outrun a police officer in a high speed chase in not just a residential area, but a school district …and get away with it, scolded the officer.

Do you realize I could fine you more than this piece of crap car is actually worth, and speaking of pieces of crap, of course who else would you be with but your stupid side kick Dusty, said Officer Nivek shining the flashlight at the passenger who lifted his head causing the officer to jump back with a quick yelp. Dusty had a twizzler in each ear and was devouring the last of a week old jelly donut leaving his cheeks and lips covered with confectionary sugar. Dusty was the smaller of the two teenagers, his long black hair rubber banded into a pony tail to the middle of his back as he chewed through his explanation.

Occifer Nivek we weren’t smoking marygeewanta at the time of, or at any point during, the vehicular pursuitage. Henceforth lasso capture of said motorized iron pony, or as I like to refer to this car as a bad ass candy apple red GTO babe magnet, said the passenger before popping the last bit of the donut in his mouth.

Shut up freak show, shouted Officer Nivek who waved his hand in front of Dusty’s pale face, failing to clear away the wafting smoke that continued to drift towards him.

And you, said Officer Nivek pointing back to the taller skinnier boy with crowded teeth and long stringy greasy brown hair parted in the middle of his head.

Cemi if you ever try to outrun me again with this piece of crap it’ll be your last time, warned Officer Nivek intentionally putting a small dent in the hood with his flashlight.

Oh man you don’t have to do that, pleaded Cemi cringing.

You got any more pot in here besides the blunt you shoved in the ashtray, demanded Officer Nivek tapping the glove compartment.

Dusty and Cemi turned to look at each other before returning their eyes to the glove department.

Noooooo, responded Dusty as if asking a question rather than giving an answer, the twizzlers dangling in each ear as Dusty shook his head back and forth.

Open it, ordered Nivek tapping the glove compartment again.

Yes sir your officerness. I mean your blue majesty, your high policeness, stuttered Dusty sheepishly licking his fingers before Cemi smacked Dusty in the chest with the back of his right hand and apologized.

He just gets nervous around pigs, I mean patrons of the police fraternity of indelible servitude to the publicity of peoples known to inhabit this premise, replied Cemi more nervous than his friend.

What he said your five-ohness, joined in Dusty shaking his head up and down furiously.

You two stoners are the most complete idiots I have ever met.

Thank you your deliverer of injustice. My mother said I’d never complete anything in my life. I can now tell her that a Neanderthal like uniformed winner of the policewoman’s ball has given me absolution and completion let alone possible consumption.

What did you just say, threatened Officer Nivek grabbing Dusty by the front of his tee shirt.

Thank you. That’s Dusty speak for thank you, intervened Cemi.

Open it now," demanded Officer Nivek as he banged his flash light on the hood of the car putting a second dent in the perfect red paint.

You mother, I mean, not you your flatfootedness that’s a new coat of Mother’s wax I just put on this morning, lamented Cemi getting out of the drivers seat and running over to scrub the hood clean with his already stained tee shirt. Dusty looked at Cemi for guidance before reaching over and opening the glove department which was stuffed full of empty fast food wrappers and half eaten candy bars.

What the hell is all that mess, was all Officer Nivek could get out before he turned away disgusted.

Would you like a Snickers or a Dorito,

said Dusty digging through the wads of trash before smiling triumphantly plunging his hand into the half eaten bag.

Are those Pizza Doritos asked Cemi who never got an answer as Dusty starting munching on a mouthful.

Shut up you disgusting idiots, screamed Officer Nivek.

You two are lucky that I’m in the forgiving mood tonight. I’m going walk out of this barn and get into my cruiser, said Officer Nivek hesitating for emphasis.

My damaged cruiser, and head back to the station to make out a report that the suspects in question eluded me, coached Officer Nivek as he looked back and forth into Dusty and Cemi’s eyes for any kind of recognition that he was letting them go.

You are going to wait five minutes and then leave quietly and go to whatever sewer you two call home. Do you understand me, asked Officer Nivek accusingly.

Dusty bounced the twizzlers in his ears up and down as he nodded his head and reached out to shake Officer Nivek’s hand which was met with a cold stare. Cemi walked around the front of the car and wrapped Officer Nivek in a bear hug of thank you’s before Office Nivek pushed him to the ground hurriedly wiping at his uniform to remove any evidence of contact.

Cemi, you ever touch me again and I’ll break every bone in your malnutrition body. Dusty you, you…aw hell … yelled Officer Nivek, the rest of his words lost as he turned and walked away throwing his white gloves in disgust to the ground.

Dusty and Cemi turned and looked at each other mouths wide open in silent screams of joy, as Cemi danced up and down while Office Nivek drove away.

That was close man, said Dusty plucking a joint hidden by his hair that was tucked behind his ear and lit it up.

We were lucky, confirmed Cemi searching through the glove compartment, moving the Taco Bell beef burrito wrappers to the side to survey the two ounces of weed in the back before accepting the joint from Dusty.

Why do they call this a glove department anyway, it’s more like a glove unit, concluded Dusty.

Compartment, corrected Cemi taking another drag.

No man I live in a house, I need to be able to stretch, replied Dusty as Josh and Flora peeked around the barn door before creeping into the barn.

Hey Dudes, said Cemi clasping Josh’s right hand before hugging chests only to have Flora take a step back after getting a look at Dusty and a scent of Cemi.

We just saw the cop take off what happened, and what’s that smell, asked Josh

Oh the smell on my shirt, it’s essence of Officer Nivek, explained Cemi. Cemi offered the blunt to Josh who refused.

No Cemi you know I don’t do that stuff, said Josh happy to see his high school friends.

What’d Nivek do hug you, asked Josh half seriously.

No Dude I hugged him, not cause I was happy mind you, he dented the hood of my car with his cop light, not once but twice, said Cemi going over for a second look at the hood which he re-cleaned with his tee shirt.

Nivek’s the new cop he was just hired in January so he’s gotta pretend to be hard ass. Only reason he let us go is cause he just likes us to know he can catch us whenever he wants, explained Cemi.

Twizzler anyone, asked Dusty looking at Flora before pulling one out of his left ear looking it up and down then biting it.

Oooohh, was all Flora could get out before tugging on Josh’s hand that she wanted to leave.

Yeah, well me and Flora gotta head out before Mr. Jameson starts to worry, declared Josh rescuing Flora