Rise of the Death Walkers (The Circle of Heritage Saga)

by Lawrence Nason Jr.

  “Jason!” Grandfathers voice was stern. “Back in the van! Let the guards handle this!”

  “Daddy!” Mia’s mental voice was strong in my mind. She slipped into a merge with my mind easier than I had ever seen anyone. I panicked when I realized she had taken the focus.

  “Mia no!” I scrambled to try to take the focus but she was too powerful for me. “Momma, Bad!”

  I could see her coming now. She followed the railroad tracks like a hobo trying to jump into a boxcar. I could see the evil glow in her eyes and the sneer on her face. The first bolt of energy she hurled at me bounced off a shield so strong that it startled me.

  “Katie!” I screamed uselessly to try to get her attention. All I could feel was the coldness of a Death Walker.

  Mia was in full control of the merger now. “Momma NO!” I could hear her screeching in the background. I reached out my hand and squeezed it like I was putting someone in a choke hold.

  Katie was lifted off the ground and I could hear her gagging.

  I turned my head tears streaming from my eyes, “Mia for gods sakes that’s your mother!!”

  “Momma bad Daddy! Momma bad!” I could feel Katie’s life slipping out of her body.

  Just before the Death Walker slipped from Katie’s mind I heard. “Tremble under the power of Klnet!” I even saw the command he gave to rupture every neuron in my first wife’s brain.

  “Nooooooooooooooooo!” I fell to my knees in agony at what I had just witnessed. I knew without a doubt that there was no saving Katie.

  Someone put Mia into my arms and Irma was suddenly there. I held both of them close, promising myself that even if I had to go to the ends of the universe. Not one of those alien assholes were going to survive my wrath.

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  At this time I would like to thank the members of my family who have assisted me in the creation of this book. To Michelle and Irma who read the book and made sure the story was captivating. To the rest of my family who encouraged me to continue even when I did not feel like doing so. My friends who are the rest of my beta readers. Jennifer, and Jessica. Mirren Hogan my Editor. Tammy the illustrator of the book cover and all of my future works. And finally to my son Patrick who will always have a piece of his father to look at even after he is gone.

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  Scheduled for Release in late 2013

  Sample Chapters From Book Two in the Saga

  Walk of the Enchantress

  CIRCLE OF HERITAGE SERIES

  LAWRENCE W. NASON JR.

  Published by Lawrence Nason Jr.

  Copyright 2013 Lawrence Nason Jr.

  All rights reserved.

  Chapter 1 - Out of the Darkness

  I am lost. I find myself in an infinitely long corridor wandering from door to door searching for the way to escape. My memories haunt me. When I reach that one door where I am absolutely sure what I will find behind it. I pause at the door. Frightened beyond description that if I open the door the nightmare will start again. My hair, when I reach up has a greasy feeling to it. I cringe away from the feeling. I search in vain for the place I can become clean again, but I cannot find it.

  I hear a voice, but I don’t know from where it comes. These non directional sounds and voices taunt me with a familiarity I almost know. But as soon as I think I know what they are, it slips away from me again. Time has no meaning to me here. Have I just arrived or have I been here locked in this place for centuries. Periodically I can see flashes of before that escape from the one room I keep locked by my own will.

  Ugly flashes of violence surge up from below me and threaten to yank me out of the existence I find myself in. Sometimes I am too weak to suppress this evil and it comes back to torment me for what seems to be endless hours. I see a door being kicked open. I see a strange form coming at me and I say to myself. “Jason will protect me.” I think to myself and ask myself who is this person and why did he leave me. I look past the shadowy figure to the open door and see a form laying prone on the floor. It seems someone has spilled a sort of fluid on the form and it slowly is expanding in a pool on the flat surface below it.

  I switch my gaze between this shadow figure approaching me and the figure laying prone on the floor several times before my eyes lock on the prone form. The prone figure seems to shift from the shadows and takes a form which strikes terror straight into my soul. Anxiety creeps up my back as I recognize just who it is on the floor. My mother lays there with her lifeblood seeping from her body. I reach beneath me and clutch for the one thing that brings me comfort as I realize what is going on. He is coming back for me and he is going to do what he did before.

  “Momma.” The plea escapes from my lips almost in reflex. “Please help me Momma.”

  My mind seems to shift and I grasp for familiar memories. Terror filled memories of hurtful arguments and painful beatings administered by the man who I called father. Then the man who was my father is no longer there. There is another who does the same things and worse. I remember trying to tell my brother Jason what was happening and being unable to articulate what the man was doing. I really did not understand it myself. On that day where it happened for the last time was the day I saw my momma on the floor prone. I saw her with her last strength trying to reach out and stop the man from getting to me. I witnessed the last savage slash which effectively pinned her to the floor. There was nobody there to protect me from him. I had something that would protect me, my brother had given me something. But I could not remember what it was. Franticly, as the figure approached me, I struggled to find the protection I knew I had.

  I reached my hand under my pillow as the images sharpened to clarity. “The knife!” I whispered to myself. “Jason left me a knife!” I could see the figure clearly now and recognized who it was. Roger was coming after me. He had hurt momma, who only wanted to protect me. Now he wants to hurt me in the same way. I saw him drop something on the floor. My gaze automatically followed the object as it falls to the floor of my bedroom. Somehow light flashed off it and it fell with and almost surreal slowness to the floor. I crawled back on the bed and felt my back pressed against the wall as Roger approached me. He begins to unbuckle his belt. Suddenly my mind was clear and I knew what I had to do. I gripped the knife with the cutting edge facing upward. As he lunged for me I struck and felt as the knife entered his body just above the open belt buckle. With all the strength I could muster I pressed upwards.

  The blood rushed to my head as I noted the inhuman screams that seemed to bounce around the room. Suddenly as the realization hit me what had happened, my panic filled screams joined his. Blissful darkness over took me. I found myself again in the long corridor standing outside of the door I kept locked because something terrible was behind it.

  I could not remember exactly what I did, nor know who I was but I did know one thing. I had to find a way out of this nightmare. To a world where I felt safe again.

  Today I heard that voice again calling for me and begging me to come out. It sounded like an older woman and the tone of her voice seemed to trigger a feeling of trust in me. I hid in the hallway and guarded the door where my nightmares lay locked behind. A muffled conversation caught my attention.

  “I don’t care what you think Doctor! My granddaughter is not insane!”

  “Mrs. White we have tried everything we know, to coax your daughter from her withdrawn state. None of the medications we have tried works for her. She is extremely violent. Her last attack on Mrs. Burdens left the nurse’s aide with twenty-five stitches.”

  “Doctor Adams my granddaughter has locked herself within her mind and she will recover but not in this facility you call an institution. You have had her for a year now and you can show me no success. I am taking her back to the
clinic on the reservation today.”

  “I would advise against it Mrs. White. Your small clinic does not have the same experience handling extreme cases like this. Your granddaughter is lost, her mind is gone and there is nothing you can do about it.”

  “Dr. Adams do you enjoy having the ability to reproduce?”

  “Wha... Excuse me?”

  “Do you want to have children?”

  “Of course I do. Anybody would want to have that joy.”

  “If you call my granddaughter a hopeless case again, I will remove your scrotum without the use of anesthesia or surgical tools and feed them to my chickens.”

  “There is no need for you to get violent Mrs. White. We will have her ready for transport this afternoon.”

  The voices faded away and I mulled over in my mind what they had been talking about. The words made no sense to me. What were they talking about? I was distracted by a flash of light and I noticed the door to the room I was guarding was cracked open again. “Why was I here. What was in the room? Slowly I pushed open the door and stepped inside. I relived my nightmare again until blissful blackness again overtakes me. The cycle repeated itself over and over again and it seems when I have a grip on things. The door to the past firmly locked in place. Something would happen and I would go through everything again.

  “Jenna, I know you are in there. Come to me and let me help you.”

  I knew that voice! I struggled to recall who it was. But the name just seemed outside of my grasp.

  “I am here to help you find your way home.”

  I felt someone taking my hand. The touch was familiar and awoken feelings of love in me. I still could not see who it was. There was only a ghostly figure that shifted every time I tried to find out who it was. He was guiding me toward that door. I shrank back and he reached for me again.

  “I am here to help you Jenna, trust me. I want to help you find your way back to our family.”

  Images flashed in my head so fast I have no way to decipher what they were. Slowly I stepped forward and let him take me to the door.

  “The key to your release lies behind this door. Don’t worry I will be with you each step of the way.”

  The voice was defiantly male. But it was a voice that instead of waking terrifying memories, instilled confidence in me. I let him pull me inside the room and the nightmare began again. This time it was different. It was almost like I was observing myself from afar with the comfort of having a protector with me. His presence with me clarified the images to astounding palpability, but comfort me with the thought that he was with me. I looked at his face and suddenly I knew who he was and began to panic. “Jason? But you left me.”

  “Hush little sister and watch. Never forget I am here with you.” He replied.

  I turned my attention back to the developments in front of me. My heart raced when Roger struck down my mother the first time. The ugly words he spouted were distorted in my ears. I saw the other me scooting back on the bed, where she was sitting with a terrified expression on her face. “My god,” I thought to myself, “Why doesn’t someone help her?”

  I tried to pull away from Jason, not wanting to see what came next. Panic was growing in me but Jason held my hand firmly locked in his.

  “You have to watch this little sister. It’s the only way I can help you. Please, let me help you.”

  My heart started racing and my breathing increased rapidly. I saw spots before my eyes but none of them were in the location I needed. I tried to close my eyes but somehow my brother made me open them. When the terrifying ending happened, I was no longer watching. I was there, a part of it. I felt the knife slide in and heard his scream when I lifted it. The hot blood erupted from inside him and started gushing all over me. I could hear myself screaming.

  “Oh my God Jason, I killed him, I killed him!” I repeated it over and over, my hysteria building and gaining momentum.

  This time however I was not alone. Jason was with me and rocking me, held in his tight embrace. “I know baby I am so sorry I left you alone. I am so sorry I could not be there to prevent this from happening.”

  “Jason he was going to hurt me again. I had to do it, I had to do it. He hurt momma and he was going to hurt me bad again.”

  “I know baby. I am so sorry.” Jason replied. “Mimi and Grandpa Sam you can come in now.

  The door opened and two elderly people walked in. Something clicked in my mind and I broke out of Jason’s arms and flew into Mimi’s arms. “Mimi I heard you trying to help me, but I couldn’t reach you. I love you Mimi, I love you.”

  Mimi’s voice was quavering as she replied. “My angle Jenna. I tried to find you so many times but you were hiding from me. Lost in your mind.” Her hands stroked my hair as she cried on me.

  I looked over at my Grandfather who also had tears streaming from his eyes. He turned to Jason and said. “You did a fine job Pasche, but you need to rest too. I believe there is a young lady who is dying to spend more time with you.” He turned back to you. “As for you little lady. You haven’t greeted me properly.”

  I freed myself from my grandmothers arms and leaped into his. “I love you Gramps.”

  I turned to watch Jason walk out the door and my heart sank. He was leaving me again. “Jason?”

  “I will be back baby. I am just a little tired.” He said to me as he waved. A pretty girl with long black hair pushed him out of the room.

  “Who was that?” I pointed to the back of the pretty girl pushing Jason down the hall. I could still see them through the partially open door.

  “That’s Katie. Your brother Jason’s fiancée. “ Gramps replied.

  I was confused. I knew who I was but I had lost all sense in time. “When are we?”

  “Excuse me?” Gramps had a confused look on his face.

  “What date is this. What year.” I felt reality slipping from me and looked from Mimi to Gramps.”

  “Don’t worry your pretty little head about that right now Jenna.” Mimi said. “You just focus on doing what I say and we will deal with everything else later.”

  I freed myself from my grandfathers arms and looked down at myself. My brown hair was filthy and oily. I saw evidence of scarring on my arms and even saw a few fresh scratches. I flipped my hands over and notice the condition of my nails. They were short and stubby. One nail had even been ripped off of my finger.

  I looked over to Mimi and asked. “Can I take a shower? I feel like I have been wallowing in filth for years.”

  Mimi laughed and started shoving Gramps toward the door. “Out with you, old man. Your granddaughter needs some privacy now?”

  “Fine, old woman.” Gramps grumbled. “I use to change her as a baby and now I get banned from the room.

  “I’ll old woman you useless bag of bones. She is seventeen years old and she does not need an old bag of bones leering at her while she showers.” Mimi retorted.

  Gramps opened the door and walked out grumbling, “Should have never given her shoes to wear,” because of his exile from the room.

  I looked over to my grandmother and said “Thank you.”

  “Not a problem Jenna. Will you need help or can you do this alone.” She asked.

  “I can do this myself but please stay here, I may need help with my hair when I am finished.” I answered. I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. When I looked into the mirror I realized for the first time just how disheveled I looked.

  My hair was clumped together with the oily substances that floated around in the air, wherever you go. My face had healing scratches on it and it shined like I had been soaking it in vegetable fat. My arms were filled of fresh and healing scratches. My own recollection of myself I had been a bit on the chubby side at thirteen but none of the hefty attributes I once had remained at seventeen. My figure was that of a normal seventeen year old female who either played sports or was on the cheerleading team.

  I removed my clothing and jumped in the shower, which had by now reached the tem
perature I desired. I let the water cascade over my body and reveled in the feeling. I could feel the tension begin to seep from my body and my muscles relaxed. When I was relaxed I began to apply the first layer of soap and during this process I began to sing. I always enjoyed singing when I was younger and this habit seemed to be still with me. I heard the door open and peeked out through the partially open shower curtain. I was surprised to see Mimi standing there and not moving.

  I stepped out and wrapped a towel around me and walked up to Mimi. She was staring straight ahead and was not moving. When I looked at her it almost looked like she was in a trance. “Mimi?” I waved my hand in front of her eyes and she did not react. I grabbed her shoulder and shook her a little. I was close to losing control of myself when she still did not move. I did not know what to do so I ran out of the door and into the hallway screaming. “Gramps! I need you in the bathroom!”

  “Coming.” I heard him say, so I turned back and ran to the bathroom again. Gramps rushed into the room after me and headed straight to the bathroom. “What happened?” He asked me while trying to get Mimi’s attention.

  “I am not sure Gramps. I heard the door open and looked out through the shower curtains. I saw Mimi standing there staring ahead. I tried to shake her out of whatever happened to her but I could not.”

  “Think Jenna, this is very important. What where you doing before you saw your grandmother standing here.” Gramps requested.

  I stood there for a moment trying to remember what I was doing. “Well I was soaping myself and singing in the shower before I heard the door open.”

  Gramps looked thoughtful for a moment and shook Mimi again. This time Mimi reacted to Gramps. She looked confused seeing him standing there. “When did you get here Sam?”

  “Amanda, What is the last thing that you remember before seeing me here?” Gramps asked.