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BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & TWENTY ONE
°°° Back In Control °°° The day was overcast and somber as people gathered at the cemetery to bid farewell to Carlos Wilson and Colonel Jennifer Moretti. It had been two weeks since the “Heart of Mexico” event, as the world has named it. Sean had made a remarkable recovery and was there, accompanied by his mother, Kate. Sarah, Malone, and a few other auto shop employees were also present. ColonelWilliams had come along with Karen, and May, the Colonel’s daughter, had come to pay their respects. Everyone lived in denial of what they knew to be true for the first few days following the Heart of Mexico event.Carlos had gone to Mexico to try and make some investments, and Colonel Jennifer had said she was going to have a get-together with some friends from the academy. Everyone wanted to believe that they had left Mexico in time, or at least that they weren’t within the range of the damage, but after the first few days, they knew the duo hadn’t escaped. Their hope for the next few
BLOODY HORIZON Epilogue
°°° New Frontier °°° • Unknown Dimension • In a realm of pure terror, a hellscape unlike anything movies have made as their depiction of "hellish," a place where the laws of nature were twisted and contorted and reality itself was a malleable thing, the silhouette of a humanoid figure clad in a flowing robe walked. The realm was dark and foreboding, with twisted spires of obsidian jutting up from the ground, casting deep shadows across the landscape. The sky was a sickly orange hue, with no discernible source of light, and the air was thick with the stench of sulfur and brimstone. As the silhouette ventured deeper into the realm, the very fabric of reality began to warp and twist. The ground churned and groaned beneath his feet, as if trying to swallow him whole. Rivers of molten lava flowed freely, and great pillars of flame shot up from the ground at random intervals. A being sat in the center of this hellish expanse.Its presence carried immense power and chaos. It was surround
BLOODY HORIZON Author's Note
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" w
BLOODY HORIZON PROLOGUE
°°° 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
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER FOUR
°°° 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
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