The Wraith: Box Set Books 1-3
Superhero by Night Omnibus Book 1
Jeffery H. Haskell
Molten Press
Contents
The Wraith
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Epilogue
Afterword
The Wraith: Welcome Home
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Epilogue
Afterword
THE WRAITH: GUERRILLA WARFARE
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Epilogue
Afterword
The Wraith
Superhero by Night Book 1
The Wraith Copyright © 2018 by Jeffery H. Haskell
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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First Printing: Nov 2018
Molten Press
For Stan
Chapter 1
“Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win”
― Sun Tzu, The Art of War
I hate New Orleans. It killed my brother Charles when I was eleven, and it’s been killing me every day since.
Nowhere else have I lived where the thermometer would hit seventy-five and have rain pour from the sky, all on Thanksgiving Day. Oh, how I missed New York at that moment.
The Lyft driver waited patiently for me to open the door on the tiny electric car they all seemed to favor. I clutched my Italian leather handbag like a safety blanket and gathered up the courage to step foot on my parent's lawn for our annual holiday get-together. This was the last place I wanted to be, and it was the only place I could go.
With a sigh, I pushed the door open. Rain instantly washed in, soaking the maroon skirt wrapped around my legs. I wasn’t dressed for this weather, partly because of denial (I didn’t want to be here) and partly out of habit. When I left home this morning I had no idea that it would be my last day as a model.
Green grass covered the lawn right up to the foot-wide flower bed that lined the walk. It was filled with lavender in my mom’s eternal quest to bring back honey bees to New Orleans. I could barely hear my shoes click-clack on the walkway over the driving rain. I raised my handbag over my head to keep my hair dry as I half walked, half ran for the porch. I’d spent hours on my hair and getting it straight was no mean feat. Losing all that hard work in the rain would only take a few moments.
For a pair of lawyers, you’d think my parents would have a nicer house, but they still lived in the home I grew up in; the one I left almost nine years ago. I came back only once each year, on Thanksgiving, it was Mom and Dad’s favorite holiday. I do love them, and my little sister, but every time I set foot in New Orleans, I’m that same little kid with only hopes and dreams to keep me going.
Now that they are all crushed, being back here is even harder.
As I approached the front door, Mom flung it open to greet me with a big smile on her chubby face. She’d aged since I saw her last. A bit of grey around her temples and more laugh lines creasing the black skin around her brown eyes.
“Madi!” she cried out. I smiled as we embraced. Thankful for the warm welcome and the reminder of home.
“Hi Mom,” I said.
She led me inside, shutting the door behind me. “How long can you stay this time?”
“A while,” I said as I put my bag down and shook off my leather coat.
She raised an eyebrow at me. “How long is a while?”
I shrugged. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
I was soon distracted by the smell of turkey, mashed potatoes, and fresh baking rolls: everything I love about Thanksgiving but haven’t been able to enjoy since I was sixteen. Old habits die hard but now there was no reason not to enjoy. Now that my modeling career was over.
“Madi,” Sara screamed. My fourteen-year-old sister ran from the stairs to leap in my arms. “You’re home!”
“I’m home Spice Cake,” I said. She crinkled her nose at my using her nickname. Sara wore her hair in a ‘fro, something I wish had done when I was her age, but it just wasn’t popular then. I wouldn’t have spent all that time and money keeping my hair straight.
“You know I’m fourteen now, you can use my name,” she said.
“Oh wow, fourteen! You are wise to the world.” I lifted her up off the ground and spun around. Of my family, she understood me best, despite the thirteen-year age gap. After what happened with Charles they had wanted another child. Secretly, I
think Mom had hoped for a boy, not to replace my brother, but to fill in for him. Instead, they got Sara. She is an angel: a straight ‘A’ student who keeps her nose clean and away from any bad elements. It probably helped that Dad is an Assistant District Attorney for the city and Mom is one of the leading property lawyers in all of Louisiana.
Okay, I’m proud of them. It doesn’t mean I like coming home. If they’d come see me in New York I’d be thrilled, but this place… I try my best to put that behind me and enjoy the now. It doesn’t matter anymore.
“Henry will be here any minute,” Sara said as she led me to the living room.
“Thanks for the warning, Spice.” Of course, Mom invited Henry. Nothing makes a family dinner more awkward than an ex-husband.
We passed the living room and as usual, the TV was on, no volume though. ASU was busy getting their butt’s kicked by Kansas State, Dad’s alma mater.
He was nowhere to be seen.
“Where’s Dad?”
Sara rolled her eyes at me. “You know where.”
Yeah, I did. Upstairs working, as usual. Some things never changed.
I spent a little time catching up with Sara; she wanted to tell me all about this boy she wasn’t interested in.
“Are you staying this time?” Sara asked out of the blue.
“Yeah, Spice, I am. For a little while anyway. Which means…”
She sighed. “I have to share a room with you. Eww.”
The house only had three bedrooms. One was Mom and Dad’s, the other was their office, and the third, Sara’s. She was still sleeping in their room when I left for college.
“How’s the modeling business treating you?” Dad’s voice interrupted us as he came down the squeaking stairs.
“Fine,” I replied a little too stiltedly. Sara gave me a look and I hushed her with a hand. “I’ll explain later,” I said to her quietly. Dad seemed to sense something was off and even opened his mouth to reply, but didn’t, just giving me a tight smile before turning to the kitchen.
“They’re under a lot of stress,” Sara said, defending Dad’s lack of warmth. As if he hadn’t been like that to me since Charles passed away.
“What now?” I asked.
“Something about a new gang moving into town. A lot of kids in school are talking about it. They have superpowers and flaunt the law. I guess they moved up from South America and are taking advantage of the recent unrest to move in.”
I stood staring at her for a moment. “When did you become fluent in geopolitics?” I asked.
She raised up her smartphone. “All the knowledge in the world in one handy electric device. Seriously, how did you even grow up without Google?”
I pushed her playfully away from me. “Back in my day, we had to look things up on a computer. Not some fancy-schmancy smartphone.”
“That’s so you,” she said.
We laughed, and for the first time today, I relaxed. Only for a moment, though. As soon as I let my guard down the events of the day caught up with me.
“What?” she said.
“What what?”
“You got all sad, the way Mom does when she looks at pictures of Charles,” Sara said. Perceptive girl. I’m glad to hear Mom still has pictures of him. I’d have to ask her about that. After he died, I couldn’t tell if they were mourning, trying to forget him, or what. Mostly, Dad was too busy blaming me for what happened, and Mom spent all her time crying. They had each other, then they had Sara. I had no one.
I shook my head. “Nothing for it now, Spice. Let’s just say, my schedule opened up… a lot.”
Her eyes went wide. “Don’t you have another modeling gig lined up?”
I shook my head again. “Nope. C’mon, dinner’s about ready, let’s eat.”
Oh Charles. I wish you could be here, little brother. I’m sorry you’re not.
As soon as we sat down, Dad pulled out his cell phone and laid it on the table next to his plate, checking it every few seconds. Mom did her best to ignore his rudeness as she served up the turkey and all the accouterments she’d spent the day cooking.
Awkward silence stretched out as we finished loading up our plates with steaming hot food.
“How’s Henry coming along at the office?” I asked Dad. It was the only thing I could think of to break the silence. Anything other than my career and life. All I needed was to hear Dad say, ‘I told you so’ and I would lose it.
“Good, sharp young man. He’ll be DA one day if he plays his cards right. He’s aggressive, ambitious, all the right things. Take this ISO-1 case we’re building. He’s really pushing the Police Superintendent to make some arrests.”
“They’re not going to,” Sara said. Dad cocked his head to the side at her comment.
“Oh wise one, please explain how you know this?” Dad asked.
“NO-PD doesn’t use super-powered cops; everyone knows ISO-1 has supers working for them. Unless The Saints or The Protectors get involved, there isn’t anything that can be done. It’s just like the Riot Boys all over again. If Louisiana was like New York and required supers to work for the state—”
“Let me just stop you right their honey,” Dad said holding up his hand.
You know what I didn’t want? Another lecture about ‘those damn Yankees.’
“It remains to be seen if the Night Watch will win its legal battle with the Supreme Court. Mandating someone serve the state is a lot like indentured servitude. Just because someone is born with, or manifests, superpowers, doesn’t give us the right to make them a soldier, or police officer, or anything.”
Sara rolled her eyes at him. I can almost hear the retort coming before she says it. “Well, Madi thinks—”
“Leave me out of this. If it were up to me, no one would have superpowers. Then we wouldn’t get things like what happened in DC…”
“If no one had superpowers then the Aliens would have destroyed the Earth,” Dad replied.
“Oh, come on, you really believe that nonsense? Did you see any aliens? All I saw was that team—”
“The Protectors,” Sara added.
“Yeah, all I saw was them fighting a giant robot, something they did over and over again for a couple of years,” I said.
People flying and bulletproof men were one thing… but aliens? Give me a break. Of course, we’ve had this discussion before. Dad has always stood on the side of the superheroes, while I would rather they didn’t exist. After all, if there were no superpowers, Charles would still be alive.
“Madi, Alex, please. Not this argument—”
The doorbell interrupted Mom… and just in time.
“That will be Henry,” Dad said with a tight smile. “Try to be civil Madi, he’s a co-worker.”
“I’m not the one who left, Dad. He did. But yes, I’ll be civil.”
Mom stood up and headed for the door. “So, Spice, what’s your favorite subject in school?” I asked Sara.
She just opened her mouth to answer when Mom returned with a drenched Henry Williams, my ex-husband. He always looked so good. He played football in college and he’d kept his shape since then; probably spent more time in the gym than he did eating. However, today he looked haggard. His clothes didn’t fit quite right and there were bags under his eyes.
“Henry, good to see you, son,” Dad said, standing. I dropped my head to hide my unreasonable anger. When Henry left me, it was like Charles all over again. I hadn’t just lost a husband, I’d lost my parents.
“Alex. Nadia,” he said coolly. He glanced over at me and Sara, a frown on his face. “Hi Madisun, I didn’t know you would be here…”
“It’s Thanksgiving, Henry. Mom would serve me up as pie if I didn’t come.” I did my best to break the tension. We were only married for six months but it felt like a lifetime.
“Listen, Alex, is there someplace we can talk?”
“What? Now? Henry, sit down and have some food. We can talk after dinner.”
He opened his mouth to protest but decided agains
t it and pulled a chair opposite of me, not bothering to take off his long coat before sitting. His eyes I used to love so much, flickered between me and Sara almost faster than I could follow.
“Madisun, maybe you and Sara should go for a bit, you know, take a drive downtown or something?”
I grinned. He wasn’t going to get rid of me that easily. I may not like coming home but it was my home dammit. I’d be hanged if I let him chase me away. “Uh no. We haven’t even finished dinner.”
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