I would like to use this medium to honestly appreciate you for reading till the end, thanks a ton.
I really had a hard time working this book till the end, it had a lot of twists and turns that I hadn't expected. With every research I made throughout the course of writing this piece, I kept seeing ways it could have been better, but despite the imperfection, you remained in the journey till now, thanks a bunch.I would also like to thank my grammar and punctuation editor 'Miracle Mgbe'. It was a crash program, editing over one hundred chapters in five days, thanks a lot.To everyone that supported this book with their reviews and comments, thanks a ton, for those who just added it to their library, thanks a ton, for those who just opened it to get a better look at the book cover, thanks a lot too lol.Anyways, book two is already in the works, I can't promise a release date as I would like to perform as much research as possible, but I will say this, "Bloody Horizon; Gods Amongst Us" would be mind blowing (the title is subject to change). It will focus a lot more on Sean and Jason, and we will also get to see how the world reacts to the "Heart of Mexico" event, how it affects the world.Expect new characters and expansion on old ones, it will be glorious to say the least. Stay expectant.Thank you everyone, see you in the next tales from the Abyssal Chronicles.
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°°° The Beginning °°° Kneeling in a pool of blood, Marco shivered like a child who’d been in the rain for an hour. The man had deep cuts on his arms and chest. The bleeding had ceased, but the air made it sting. His kitchen’s tiled floor was mostly covered in blood. The entire place was a mess. Bullet shells scattered all over the place. The human hand sizzling on the electric grill made him sick to his stomach. He’d have thrown up a long time ago, but he wasn’t going to risk pissing him off. The only other breathing person in the house was the man who had caused the damage. He had single-handedly killed seven men without a single firearm, all of whom were well armed with multiple weapons, and not even a bullet wound was on him; he was not even grazed. He took off his black leather jacket and dropped it on the kitchen island. Walking to the sink, the man washed the blood off his face, kicking the severed arm off the grill. He dried his hands and opened the fridge. "Can I?" the
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER ONE
°°° First Light °°° The sound of his mom's argument downstairs filled his ears. He ran out of his room, a bit alerted, and took a peek. It was another argument with her boyfriend, Boris Romanoff. "Mom?" he called out with concern, interrupting the argument, hoping to end it. "Go to your room, Sean!" his mother yelled at him angrily. Whatever Boris had done, she wasn’t willing to let it slide. Sean stood still for a moment, then reluctantly turned back and walked into his room, slamming the door shut. He heard the argument cease momentarily, and then, as expected, the topic suddenly changed to him. Boris and Sean had never really been on the same page. His mom, Kate, always wrote it off as a phase, a natural occurrence in teens with divorced parents. Accepting the change is always hard, but in truth, that was not the case. Sean felt hated by Boris, and he reciprocated the feeling. Boris had always treated him like a "not part of the plan" kid. The looks Boris gave him; his con
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER TWO
°°° The Con Artist °°° The cool evening breeze blew over their exposed faces. Sitting on the porch, Sean and his mother, Kate, were silent, watching kids play football across the street. Sean was happy that she was happy. He hadn’t realized when, but the argument with her boyfriend, Boris Romanoff, had ended, and he had left. She wasn’t as grumpy and frustrated as she usually was after arguments with Boris. Whatever it was, it probably ended the way she wanted it to. And the kids playing across the street helped to make her more susceptible to suggestions. "You know," his mother, Kate, tilted towards him but kept her eyes on the kids kicking the ball around. "When you were about their age, you really sucked at football," she mocked with a laugh. "Yeah," he chuckled softly, running his fingers through his black hair. "I never really was one for such sports," he defended, his joy growing as he hadn’t even been the one to initiate the conversation, and it was going in the d
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER THREE
°°° Welcome to the Whites °°° It was a long trip from Philadelphia. a trip that would have been made unbearable by Boris’ presence. Kate had asked Boris to take Sean to Louisville, a request that grew into a long argument. They had deliberated on how to get to Kentucky, and even before any suggestions were made, Kate ruled out the option of flight. She had developed a phobia for air travel over the years. a phobia, which she constantly denied and claimed was caution. Sean was too young to rent a car, though he could already drive. Boris refused to drive, giving a ton of excuses as to why he couldn’t. He claimed that he had three job interviews lined up for Monday morning, and he didn’t want to return late and tired. His joblessness had been a major problem to Kate, another excuse for Sean to disrespect him, and it had for the longest time been an excuse for him—Boris—to escape responsibilities. Once he said he had an interview, it ended any arguments. Ka
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°°° Blackmailed to Blackmail °°° The rest of the drive to the Whites was uneventful. They’d given Sean quite a tour of downtown Louisville. The Louisville Slugger Museum & Factory was one that Mr. White and Andrew were most excited about. Mr. White promised to visit with them before Sean leaves, but Sean and Jason weren’t that excited. When they passed by the Muhammad Ali Center, they both could hardly contain themselves. They immediately made the decision to visit, no matter the cost. Arriving at the Whites, Sean immediately went up to Jason’s room. It was a shared attic bedroom. Initially, Jason and Andrew shared a room until Andrew decided he was ready to have a room to himself. Jason loved the idea of an attic bedroom and decided to move out, insisting on the shared attic bedroom design he’d seen online. He was relentless with asking and finally got his wish after convincing Andrew to help him out by asking their parents to sleep in his room every now and then. Seeing
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER FIVE
°°° Feets °°° Sean woke up to a knock on the room’s door. "Jay, you are going to be late for school," Ann’s voice followed the knock. "I almost forgot." Jason still has school this week,’ Sean yawned and turned in his bed. Jason wouldn’t be able to skip school until tomorrow, when his class’s excursion trip begins. "Funny how time and events aligned for this visit," Sean said, rubbing his eyes as he sat up. "Yo! "Jay, Jay!" he called out, standing up. "Jason!" he yelled, peeling the blanket off Jason’s body, forcing him to open his eyes. "Hey... what gives?" Jason cried out, squirming in his bed. "Dude, you are going to be late," Sean said, throwing the blanket back on Jason. "No… "I just need a little bit more," Jason groggily said and yawned, hugging the blanket. "What the hell, bro... "Are you still bed wet?" Sean said with a tone of dipalm. "Huh?... What are you?" Jason spoke with sleep still in his voice, then stopped as the words sank in. "What?" he yelled, sitting
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER SIX
°°° Interrogation °°° "Hey Mom," Sean slumped into a sofa in the living room, earphones plugged into his phone. "Sean… "How are you doing?" His mom’s voice came through the speakers. "I’m great. How are you? How’s work?" He smiled, staring at the ceiling. "Hey, I called you..." "I'll be the one asking the questions here," Kate replied, sounding stern, before bursting into a round of laughter, making Sean laugh at her inability to pretend. "How’s the hood?" Sean shuffled into the leather sofa. "Hope no burglar came knocking?" "Well, one did last night. "He said he needed your help to break a friend out of holding," she replied, successfully pulling off a serious tone. "I told him you’d get back to him when you returned from your current jailbreak in Kentucky." "Damn ma… "You've been practicing!" Sean laughed. "Your lying skills are getting really good." "What can I say… "I learned from the best," she chuckled. "And who’s that?" Sean asked with pride in his voice. "Who e
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