The Adventures of Lazarus Gray

by Barry Reese

  THE ADVENTURES OF LAZARUS GRAY

  by Barry Reese

  Copyright © 2011 Barry Reese

  Published by Pro Se Press at Smashwords

  A Pro Se Press Publication under the Reese Unlimited Imprint

  Front Cover Illustration by Anthony Castrillo

  Back Cover and Interior Illustrations by George Sellas.

  Titles, Logos, Supplemental Graphics, and Production Design by Sean E. Ali

  Edited by Tommy Hancock

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  INTRODUCTION

  by Tommy Hancock

  THE GIRL WITH THE PHANTOM EYES

  THE DEVIL'S BIBLE

  THE CORPSE SCREAMS AT MIDNIGHT

  THE BURNING SKULL

  THE AXEMAN OF SOVEREIGN CITY

  THE GOD OF HATE

  DARKNESS, SPREADING ITS WINGS OF BLACK

  LAZARUS GRAY - A TIMELINE

  INTRODUCTION

  MYTHS, MYSTERIES, MONSTERS, AND MEN-

  HOW BARRY REESE SET THE CORNERSTONE FOR SOVEREIGN CITY

  By Tommy Hancock

  Everyone knows you can’t build a city in a day, right? No need to dust off the tired adage and discuss Rome is there? Good.

  Even though construction takes some time, a city and all that goes with it can actually be birthed in a lot less than a day. In the space of three or four emails, to be precise.

  The Sovereign City Project, the first collected volume of which you now hold in your hands, was a simple concept in its complexity. I have the honor of planting the seed in the fertile minds of two of the best New Pulp Authors I know, of having a shared city where each of us wrote a character that was the central part of our individual stories while that character resided in Sovereign with whatever the other two also created. As already stated, these weren’t just any two authors. Barry Reese and Derrick Ferguson brought not only mad creative and writing skills to the Project, but also decidedly different viewpoints on where their characters would come from and most definitely where they and Sovereign City itself would go. I was more than glad to be the third conspirator in this plot to create a fantastic world of New Pulp fiction.

  With authors in place, Sovereign itself had to come into some sort of existence, even if it was in the abstract initially. That came rather quickly as well, the name and the origin of the city all tied together, as it should be. The founders of this settlement (Both the actual three authors that created it and the fictional fathers we decided founded it) wanted it to be the ideal American city. To have everything every other city had all in one place, so it would have a waterfront and there would be mountains nearby as well as flat farmland on the other side of town, etc. and so forth. Essentially, Sovereign City sprouted up in the most perfect place in the United States for an all purpose City. Our imaginations.

  Obviously the next step in the process of breathing the life of words and images into Sovereign City would be populating the world with its good and bad, its movers and shakers, the characters that would be the axis the entire Project turned on. I came to the idea with a character already half-conceived, Doc Daye-The 24 Hour Hero. Derrick stepped up and had his own Fortune McCall sail into Sovereign’s harbor for action and adventure. And although adventures of each of these stalwart Sovereignites are forthcoming very soon from Pro Se Press, the hero that shines brightest as the most prolific and first to fight for all that is right in the City is a man who wakes up in his first story with no idea who he actually is.

  Lazarus Gray is yet another New Pulp character destined to be a classic from the mind and pen of Barry Reese. Known for his ‘Rook’ universe as well as dabbling in other characters, Barry brings every skill and talent in storytelling, every trick of the trade, every bit of Pulp he has ever exhibited and mixes it wildly together in the form of Lazarus Gray.

  Shrouded in a mystery and cloaked in questions, Gray steps off the beach he awakens on and jumps head first into adventure, wrapping himself in the enigmatic aides that make up his Assistance Unlimited. Morgan, Eun, and Samantha, all solid New Pulp creations in their own right, add a depth of emotion to the stoic enigmatic figure that Gray casts in each and every story. Another prominent character that Barry builds a brick and puddle at a time is the City itself. Cast in a veil of crime and corruption, Gray’s Sovereign is one that will not survive without a man like him looking out for it. Lastly villains as vile and colorful as any yet to grace a page populate each and every tale, each one more evil and harder to beat than the rest.

  What Barry does in this series of stories is truly set the tone for the Sovereign City Project. Quoted often already as saying this character is sort of his homage to the Avenger, Barry goes beyond that, I believe. These seven stories, including one that guest stars Barry’s Rook, are more than simple tales of daring do, dying devils, and distressed dames, although they are definitely all that in spades. THE ADVENTURES OF LAZARUS GRAY is a study in evolution, both of character and concept. Barry very carefully lays out a blueprint for Gray and those around him and then just as judiciously adds what is necessary to build on it a bit at a time. The people you meet in the first story are changed and different by the time you finish the last page. They grow, they mature, they succeed, and they fail. And Sovereign City, again a character all its own, goes through exactly the same pains and processes.

  Characterization. Evolution. True city and world building. And all the creatures, mad scientists, gun toting thugs, mystical malevolence, and witty banter that anybody could handle. It’s all here, providing Sovereign City with just the right building blocks for it to grow even farther. Thanks, Barry.

  Really, really cool stuff.

  Tommy Hancock

  9/17/11

  THE GIRL WITH THE PHANTOM EYES

  An Adventure Starring Lazarus Gray

  Written by Barry Reese

  Chapter I

  Man on the Beach

  Sovereign City, Summer 1933

  Lightning tore across the sky, briefly illuminating the gloomy scene below. Sovereign City Harbor was home to more derelict vessels than the average man could count and a pitiful stretch of shoreline did little to improve the look of the place. It was covered with washed-up debris, the dried bones of fish and several dozen broken bottles.

  A well-built man lay facedown on the shore, his face turned to the side. A long streak of blood ran from his temple down his cheek and his eyes twitched continuously beneath their lids. He wore black trousers, a ripped white shirt and black loafers. His hair was more gray than brown, making him look older than he was, though a close examination of his features revealed that he was in his late twenties.

  Again lightning brightened the beach and a loud crash of thunder seemed to permeate the haze surrounding the man’s brain. His eyes opened and he slowly pushed himself to his knees, looking slowly around himself. His breathing was measured and regular, though his jaw was clenched as if he felt some inner pain. With a grunt, he rose to his feet and staggered toward the city, one hand presse
d tightly against his side. At least one rib, possibly two, had been broken, though he couldn’t remember how it had happened. In fact, he couldn’t remember anything at all – he didn’t know his own name or how he came to be here. He cast one quick glance back at the choppy waters but saw no nearby boats or ships from which he could have come. The vessels moored in the harbor were surely too far away, he mused.

  Another rumble of thunder seemed to rock the ground upon which he walked. He momentarily lost his footing and slipped back to the moist earth. His fingers closed tightly around something as he sought to catch himself, something cold and metallic buried in the dirt. He brought it close to his face, peering through the darkness at it. A rain began to fall then, large drops that cooled his burning flesh.

  He was holding a small medallion. A notch on the top indicated that it normally had a cord of some kind that ran through it, allowing its owner to wear it. It depicted a nude human man with an erect penis, bearing a sword in his right hand. His head was that of a roaring lion. On the back of the medallion were two words, a name that had been scratched into the surface with some sharp object: Lazarus Gray.

  "You okay, pal?"

  A policeman was approaching, pointing a flashlight directly at him. "I think so," he answered hoarsely.

  "Looks like you took a spill."

  "I hit my head while swimming to shore." He wasn’t sure why he was lying, why he wasn’t telling the policeman that he didn’t know who he was or how he’d gotten there… but the lies came easily enough.

  The policeman stopped a few feet away him, trailing the flashlight up and down the man’s body. "I don’t think so, pal."

  "What makes you say that?"

  "Your clothes ain’t wet."

  He looked down, cursing himself for not having noticed something so obvious. He slipped the medallion into his pocket and forced a smile. "Would you believe I’ve been on the beach long enough to have dried out?"

  "How about you tell me your name?"

  After pausing for a brief second, he uttered another lie and by doing so he unknowingly set himself down a dangerous path. "My name’s Lazarus Gray."

  The officer’s eyes narrowed and he quickly threw a punch at the man who was now calling himself Lazarus. To his own surprise, Lazarus moved aside with practiced ease and threw up his hand to catch the policeman under the chin with a karate chop. He then gripped the man by the shoulder and pulled him close, driving a knee into the officer’s stomach. He finished him off with a backhand that sent one of the man’s teeth flying from his mouth.

  Lazarus stood over the fallen man and realized that he wasn’t panting at all. He had reacted automatically, fluidly calling upon skills he hadn’t even known he’d possessed. He knelt down and searched the officer’s pockets, finding a black leather wallet that contained three dollars in cash, a driver’s license in the name of Arthur Redwood and a small photograph of a handsome man with gray-tinged hair, dressed in a tuxedo. Lazarus knew that this was a photo of himself, even though he couldn’t recall ever having seen his own face. He pocketed the photograph and stood up, having come to the conclusion that this man was not a police officer at all. Up close, his badge looked fake and there was nothing in his wallet to verify his position with law enforcement. Though he couldn’t recall how he would have known this, Lazarus also recognized that the gun in the man’s holster was not regulation issue.

  Lazarus looked back toward the city and made his decision. He had to get away from here. Answers would come later but for now he had to keep moving. This man had intended to harm him, possibly even kill him. He couldn’t take the chance that this man was operating on his own: in fact, something told him that wasn’t the case at all. Lazarus stripped the man of his weapon, pushing the barrel of the gun into the front of his slacks. He pulled the tails of his button-down shirt out of his pants and let them hang, obscuring anyone’s view of the gun.

  Moving with the grace of a jungle cat, Lazarus Gray began to move through the shadows, heading into the bright lights and squalid streets of Sovereign City.

  Chapter II

  A Hero For Hire

  February 2, 1935

  Robeson Avenue had become one of the more famous streets in Sovereign City. The transformation from an unassuming, mostly abandoned locale to one where gossip columnists routinely camped out was the direct result of Lazarus Gray choosing it for his home base. In the months since he had awoken on the beach, he had slowly built a reputation as a man with skills that could prove useful to those in need. He had parlayed incredible knowledge about the workings of the stock market, taking the small amounts of money he earned and transforming it into enough capital to open his own business. Dubbed Assistance Unlimited, this business existed for the sole purpose of helping those in need. Gray charged nothing up front for his services, preferring to be paid when the job was complete. He asked only what the client could afford and not a penny more. With the city reeling under the twin terrors of a stagnant economy and rampant corruption, the papers had seized upon Lazarus Gray as a figure of great interest and one capable of inspiring hope.

  Gray had purchased all three of the buildings that lay on Robeson Avenue. The heart of his complex was a three-story structure that had once been a hotel. Gray’s three associates used the first floor, while the second had been gutted and converted into one large room that was used for meetings, briefings and research. The third floor was off-limits to everyone but Gray himself and was his private domicile.

  Across the street were several storefronts, all of which had closed down at the dawn of the Great Depression. Lazarus had purchased these, ensuring that no one would operate any businesses next to his own set of offices. He had continued to use the name Lazarus Gray for two reasons: the first was that he had no other name to use and the second was that he hoped it would draw out those who might know the truth about him. So far, it had failed to accomplish the latter.

  Lazarus Gray had found a measure of peace in helping others, even though his own past was lost to him. Though he was notoriously tight-lipped and rarely showed strong emotion, his aides had come to love him. All of them had come into his employ after themselves being helped by Gray.

  Morgan Watts was forty-two years old and pencil-thin. He favored black suits and fedora hats and not even his closest friends had ever seen him without a necktie. He kept his dark hair slicked back and his moustache waxed. Morgan was Gray’s liaison with the underworld for he himself had once been a part of the city’s mafia. Though he was nominally a free man now, the tentacles of organized crime ran deep and a part of him would always be loyal to his old ‘Family.’ Those ties paled beside only one thing: his allegiance to Lazarus Gray, who had helped him out of a tight jam that could have cost him his life.

  Samantha Grace was the only female in Gray’s employ. A stunning blonde whose parents were wealthy philanthropists, Samantha had grown up with every opportunity possible. She could speak five languages fluently, was a champion swimmer and was a veritable encyclopedia on topics as varied as fashion, European history and the socio-political climate of the Orient. Samantha had come into Gray’s employ after her father had fallen prey to a blackmail scheme. Lazarus had managed to apprehend the criminal behind the plot, managing to destroy the photographs that could have compromised her family’s good name. Admiration for the work that Lazarus performed had led the twenty-year-old into seeking a position with Assistance Unlimited.

  The final member of Assistance Unlimited was a Korean named Eun Jiwon. After moving to America with his parents over a decade before, Eun had found his family’s fortunes in disarray. His father had opened a small grocery store but when local crooks began to demand protection money, Eun started a covert series of attacks on the criminals. He had been mildly successful for a time, vandalizing their operations and becoming a general nuisance, before they’d finally figured out who was behind it all. Eun’s family store had been burned to the ground and his parents murdered. The young man would have thrown away his own
life in a vain attempt at revenge had Lazarus Gray not intervened, helping him channel his aggression into a healthier direction. Eun was in his mid-twenties and extremely handsome, though his angry demeanor kept almost everyone at arm’s length from him.

  As intriguing as those three were, the real attraction at Assistance Unlimited was Lazarus Gray himself. Dressed in gray slacks and a matching shirt that was somewhat reminiscent of a hospital orderly’s uniform, the strangely detached man kept a close eye on everything that went on in the city. Those in authority at City Hall alternately feared or welcomed him, depending on how corrupt they had become.

  ***

  Lazarus was standing in front of the window, scanning the articles on the front page of The Sovereign Gazette. He was in the expansive room that spanned the entire second floor of his headquarters and the sun that shone in through the glass left a tiny rainbow across his cheek. It was just a few minutes past nine in the morning and it was expected to be another wet day in the city. It had rained off and on for nearly six days in a row and the weathermen were predicting a lot more of the wet stuff before the city could dry itself off.

  Lazarus was reading about a series of brutal slayings that took place in the downtown area, several of which had been attributed to men working in the service to The Monster. The so-called Monster was someone that had yet to cross paths with Lazarus but from all that he’d heard, The Monster was an increasingly powerful figure in the Sovereign underworld.