Lost in the Light: Journey to Lucricia

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Published by AuthorHouse 05/09/2012

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CONTENTS

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

PROLOGUE

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The Beginning

Light began to peek over the hills to the Far East, signifying the coming of a new day. The sun slowly crept up thru the darkness that had held it at bay thru the long chilled night. Now it was time, time to rise and take over the sky like a conquering general on a battlefield, and so like a general, claimed the sky for a brief moment before it would be time to retire. Nevertheless, as the light stretched its limbs of rays over the vast section of land and water that made up the area of Jonesville, it gave no hint to the coming events of the day. It showed no sign of the actions that would be taken and given by the individuals that would bask in its radiance and glory. It only gave clue to one obvious thing… . day had begun!

As the sun rose, yet again on a sweet summer’s day in the area, motions of people hustling thru the streets and taking their mourning actions had not yet begun. However, soon enough would be the waking of the masses, and they would take their destined place in the events of the unwritten time.

The sun had truly accomplished its goal, for the rays of its body shined bright over all that lay under it. The lights flowed brightly thru the upstairs window as mourning became even more apparent. Thru the blinds that hang, guarding the occupants of the room from out side eyes, the sun painted the room with lines of dark shadows and light. The strips of color moved quickly across the room, toward the corners and around the walls. The light shined in the eyes of a sleeping beauty, as words could be heard up the stairs like a siren calling.

Wake up… Come onnnnn… . Get up now… Jay… GET UP NOWWW!

The voice rose up the stairs, like hot wind in a swiftly blown balloon, and ran thru the house like water thru a newly developed trench or stream. This was normal, just the regular wake up call in the morning to get prepared for a long day of studies and social irritation. This barbaric attempt to mimic an alarm would normally be followed by a repeat of the same phrase until it was acknowledged that one was woke from the slumber of the night.

I’m awake… Okay Zue… I’m AWAKE!

The timid voice of Janet called down the stairs back at Zue who initiated the alarm. As she ruse slowly from the bed in the corner, she began to wipe her eyes and focus on a spot on the wall straight across. The young woman let out an aggravated yawn and then positioned herself straight up in the bed. She placed her hands, palms flat, on the bed and proceeded to push herself back to the wall behind her. Her back now leaning against the wall, Janet lifted her hands and began to motion them inward and outward from her body. She took deep breaths as her hands retracted and extracted, and her eyes closed as if she was visualizing something of importance. After a few moments, the young woman, dropped her hands and opened her eyes. She then slide of the edge of the bed, and reached for the stars. The young woman’s body stretched like a band as her arms and legs extended to their max. Janet smiled as she could feel her limbs loosen up to the movements that she attempted. She then quickly relinquished the position, and ventured to the opposite side of the room to begin her morning preparations.

After looking thru a vast about of clothing, consisting of pants, shorts, shirts, socks and undergarments, the young Janet was ready to continue on with the process of preparing for school. She ventured out the door of her well organized room, and down the hall to the left she entered the upstairs bathroom. On the way to the bath room she smelt the sweet smell of honey and simmering meat. She knew all to well what that would mean, Zue took Kal’s place cooking breakfast this morning. This gave Janet a feel of comfort, as a warm sensation took over her in long anticipation of Zue’s cooking. It wasn’t that Janet didn’t like Kal’s cooking, with the occasional burning of the meats and other parts of the meal, but just that Janet had grown up on Zue’s cooking and had grown accustom to the fine dinning that the older, more experienced man presented. She would happily take Zue’s cooking over Kal’s any day.

As she entered the door of the bathroom, she could hear an enormous amount of talking downstairs. She thought to herself that it was probably just Zue speaking to himself again about his memories. How could one man have so much to say, She thought, he talks like he has the world to offer? Janet was use to this, for no one had more conversation than the likes of Zue, even if he was speaking to himself. As Janet entered into the bath room she noticed that there was already a set of used towels and a wash cloth hung perfectly on the railing of the bathtub. This is clearly the work of Kal, she thought as she moved the things to the side. Kal would occasionally use the upstairs bath room instead of the downstairs one, just to be closer to Janet; He admired her so much that sometimes the simplest thing as a close shower made him feel better and more protected. Janet could only smile at the thoughts and continue to move into the shower to finish what she started.

As she reached down to turn the water on, she began to drift a little, as if she was lost in a memory of her own. As the hot and cold water mixed, she ran her hand thru it and began to remember the days of her youth. She admired taking showers with her mother, and afterward her father would dry her off and take her to her bed and put her to sleep. All these memories ran thru her head like the very water that she held her hand in. As she turned on the shower head, she stripped herself of her night clothing and stepped in. The water fell down her firm body like buds of dew on new morning grass. She traced her body carefully, investigating every inch of herself, making sure that she was well clear of all evidence of dirt and sweat. Janet enjoyed showering, much as she did her morning, and afternoon meditation. These times were the only times that she truly had peace of mind. If it not her worrying and protecting Kal, then she would ether be training with Zue, training Kal, or dealing with the other aspects of her life like school, studies, and friends. So Janet came to learn to cherish the time spent in these places and became very content with the fact of being by her self. Privacy was one of the rare things in the life of Janet so she used every inch of it that she could.

As the water ended and the rejuvenated Janet stepped out of the shower, she could now smell the aroma of the food even stronger than before. Now it seeped thru the walls of the bathroom and called to her like a harpy calling her prey. Janet, now no longer able to fight off the urge to indulge herself in Zue’s wonders, quickly finishes her actions in the bathroom and completely prepares herself. Fully dressed and ready for school, Janet drops her removed clothing into the hamper and moves down the stairs toward the calling of the aroma. As she made her way toward the kitchen, the smell became stronger and more acute. Janet could almost make out the entrée before it was even insight. As her mouth began to water at the smell of sweet bacon and honey dipped sausage, Janet knew that by this time Kal had most likely taken all the best parts of the breakfast and would only leave her the smaller pieces. Janet could only smile in shire laughter at the things that Kal did. Janet loved her younger brother and would do anything for him, anything, even give up her favorite breakfast for him.

When Janet entered the kitchen, she noticed that most of the food was still in the containers and Zue and Kal were having their regular morning conversation.

Good morning Jay, Kal called out to his sister in joy and delight of seeing her again, how was your sleep?

The now even more enticed Janet moved closer to retrieve her breakfast; she motioned a finger at Zue as she placed a piece of bacon on her plate.

I would have been better if our old UNCLE here… would not have waked me from my peace.

Zue looked over at the jester and smirked and then turned back to his original duties and smiled. This little confrontation was the trade mark for the early morning mayhem that accrued right before the hike to the school each day. They enjoyed each others company greatly and cherished the time that they shared together as a family. This was important, for Zue, Kal, and Janet were all the family that they each had. Janet and Kal, had been in Jonesville for only a few years after leaving their family, and Zue’s family is never spoken of. So they have come to see each other as all they have, and appreciate each other for that very fact.

The conversation was brought to an abrupt end, as the time was noticed by the three and Janet and Kal realized that they had to leave to attend school. As the two ruse from the table, a dim look came over Zue’s face as he came to understand that they were about to leave for yet another day of constant peril and he would be left to tend the house.

We’ll see you after school Zue, The young Janet said as she motioned a wave on her way out of the kitchen. Kal joined her in the movement.

As the two made their way thru the living room, grabbing their unwanted books and tossing them over their shoulders strategically, they knew that they had a long walk ahead of them and their was nothing more to do but just enjoy it and accept it.

CHAPTER 1

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Blood Games

The night… . full of mysteries and amazement. Full of predators never seen and prey that never last. This was the nature of the night. The darkness covered the land as a soft blanket would a large bed. The dark clouds rolled over the foot hills and crowded the sky like an evil entity. It was truly night, and not just any night, but a deadly night. It seemed as thou the being had come like always, willing and ready to claim it’s place in time like the day, but this night was different. This time the night had come with a purpose, a goal of some sort that was only known by the very entity itself. The clouds bustled as the sky began to open to let out its roars of thunder and strikes of lighting. This was truly sign that this night was annoyed.

The first flash came, and the sound of thunder rolling in the distance could be heard. As the sounds trickled off the mountains and hills near by, eleven figures stood calmly in the field that welcomed the coming storm. Seemingly lost in time, the figures made no motion, as if each were waiting for some great signal to act, some sign from one to the other to centralize their actions. The scene was set, each standing in a carefully positioned area, like a circle distancing them selves perfectly from the next. The circle was immense and in the middle stood only one man, a single soul who stood alone in mind, body, and spirit.

The lighting flashed continues, as the thunder roared and screamed of shifts of the sky, however, the picture of the individuals did not deviate. In the darkness nothing could be seen, only the sounds of small growling, and occasional foot placing for stability could be heard. This was the sign of pure patients of the individuals, standing like statues on a great monument of some sort, they were clearly here for one purpose only… to be labeled predator and prey. The moon light dimmed, as the sky opened up to the clouds and they began to take it away. The stability of the characters in the field drew almost unapparent as their sighting became almost untraceable.

The sound of the thunder and lighting combination showed its face once more, but this time was of a different consequence. As the scene of the souls standing motionless in the field became visible yet again, it was clear that the labeling of the two parties had taken place and all had ended. As the lighting strike showed the scene, the ten individuals that at one point stood motionlessly in the circle around the individual in the middle, now began to light the ground with their beaten bodies. The warriors all fell harmlessly to the ground, empty of all life, and still yet they held the circle that they all had formed before the confrontation. The man in the middle stood motionless now too as he watched the empty shells of the souls fall aimlessly to the ground with no pause. They had came and they had lost, nothing more than everything, their lives.

Nothing… . , yes nothing could be seen now on the great field of destiny, but the motionless corpses of the idiotic fools that had came to challenge this individual this day. This man, this one soul had stood the test of time, he had come as prey and slain his predator. It was clear; the bodies of the men that lay on the ground had nothing left, the once very distinguished individuals, and now claimed nothing more than the void. Whatever status the men hold… or held, was nothing more than a figment of a dream, now long done away with, sense they have felt the wrath of the assassin that had stud there before them only moments before their demise. Needless to say, that is the job of an assassin of his kind. No matter what the number, name or status, they see them all as just the mission and nothing more. Another life to take for the glory of some greater cause, or some fatal event that must happen… . yes that’s what they see. It means nothing to have family, friends that love the victim, or a heart felt individual that waits countless nights for the return of the soul, the assassin leaves his heart at home. To him this is all business, and after countless rampages of blood and death, it all becomes his life, and nothing more than that. For if his mission is not completed, than he shall be the next victim.

The dark figure stood tall now, taller than before when he was so accurately surrounded, and with his height he also held great size it structure. This man, this one man had slain ten and not just any ten, but ten prepared. They hand not gathered in this area out of coincidence, they had come on a mission, a mission that meant his death. However, with his will in hand, and his soul tempered like diamonds on the flame, his mission was more important than theirs. And so they fell. The man’s precision was uncanny, for how could anyone topple ten men with no weaponry, no ad from others, just the soul power that was possessed inside of him and only him. The man had watched the whole event unfold like paper mashie, he had stood as the men prepared their strategy of his death, and he waited. But as all that have fell to his will, the men gave up the ghost and the trace of ever breathing the same air as you and I was no more. It was if the assassin was in sink with the night, like two brothers sharing the same dream, they walked. The night called to the men, but they did not heed its words, and like the strikes of its lightning sky, the assassin was sharp and deadly. Never did he falter, never did he hesitate; he just waited like the sweet calmness of the storm. And as the lighting continued to strike, the hooded assassin showed standing in the same position, and then it strike one final time, and he was their no more.

Morning seemed to have rushed in like a cool breeze on a summer’s day. The light crept in as if it were hiding from the night, as if its darkness would take it like it had taken the men last night. The beads of dew were just about to form as the scene had become more and more apparent and visible. As the sky lightened up the gruesome event could no longer lay hidden and the vast knowledge of the event would soon be discovered. There was no change however, the bodies still lay motionless in the new positions that would now be known as their final resting place, and yet they all seemed at peace. Never the less, the man that stood amongst them, the man that had come as prey and became conqueror, the man that faced the storm and rode the night like a wild beast of immense power… . was not gone. No trace, not memories, just his work he must have thought as he slipped away into the night.

The horrible scene did not go long with out someone spotting it quickly and reporting the mater. Some local kids from the town right beside the field rode their bikes out in the area everyday, however this day was different. During their little adventure one of the kids was paying more attention to speed and not to the ground. In this event he felt a large bump stand between him and winning the race that he and his friends were taking part in. As the young boy’s front tire hit the unseen item, his bike quickly toppled and he flew off of it, landing on his back. As the young boy turned to his side to get up he found himself staring a man in the face. The boy could tell right off hand that something was wrong. As he climbed to his feet, he slowly shucks his head to throw off the dizziness and then he saw it. The young boy looked around his whole boy and witnessed the bodies lying sprawled out on the ground like fallen wheat. He wasted no time with screams and shock, he quickly and nervously grabbed his bike, taking one last look at the man that he was previously laying beside, and then he left. The boy jumped on his bike and rode to house nearby.

It didn’t take long for the young boy to reach the house, moving faster than he did when it mattered earlier; the boy reached the bright red and white home with the picket fence and leaped from his bike reaching the door as quickly as his abandoned transportation met the side of a near by tree in the yard. The only thing loud enough to drown out the sound of the singular bike crashing lightly into the motionless tree was the sound of the young boy beating the door until it yelled of his worry and displeasure. Peeping quickly outside of the window, the door then swung open and before the boy stood a tall woman towering over him. Almost making contact with the woman the boy stops quickly and drops to the floor of the wonderfully built porch. As the young boy’s knees and hands met the comfort of the firm hard wood finish, his eyes dipped of his fright, as his mouth could do no more then form the position for his constant pates and quick breaths. As the woman’s eyes turn from anger to shock, she speaks swiftly to the young man. What’s wrong… are you hurt? The woman spoke at the boy noticing that his movements didn’t change or his ability to produce a constant stream of tears. As he stared blankly into the puddle of water that lay right before him, the young boy spoke in a silent mummer very slowly with a slight stutter. No… I am… fine… but… The boy paused for a moment. Then what’s wrong? The woman asked quickly to catch the only moment she could before the boy continued. The men… in the field… may need… help. The woman wasted no time, turning back into the house and rushing from the door, out of sight for only a second before her return, this time with a strongly built man and a younger looking male. The Man rushed out the door, heading toward the field with the woman at his side. The only portion of the couple that could be seen was the bright rainbow dress that wrapped the woman smoothly and loose, accented by the blue jean overalls that cushioned the shine of the silver coat of the barrel of his long shot gun that threw the sun back in the face of the young boy. His tears