Showing posts with label serial stories. Show all posts
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Sunday, October 29, 2017

“Serialized Novella: ALLEN TOMBES – FIRE FROM WATER (Chapters 32 and 33)”

[Allen was just a boy who liked to read horror comics, until his brother mysteriously disappeared. Now, he and his sister orphaned and his missing brother returned but radically changed, Allen finds himself the target of a dark and powerful force that wants him dead. The Shadows have come, the battle is imminent---dare I say it?---LET’S GET READY TO RUMBLE!!! If you’ve been waiting for some SERIOUS monster action, the wait is over… ---RFY]

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ALLEN TOMBES – FIRE FROM WATER (Chapter 32)

When Shea returned to the dorm room a few hours later, Angie was sleeping on her bunk, an empty pizza box laying at the end of her bed. Rose and Allen were sitting on Rose's bed watching a DVD on Rose's computer.

"Eddings is going to be here in a few minutes. Mom wants us on the roof to meet him," Shea said.

"The roof?" Allen asked.

"He's flying over in his chopper. It's a beaut!" Shea said, her eye twinkling with techno-lust.

"Should we wake Angie up?" Rose asked.

"Nah, let her rest," Shea said and waved for them to follow.


On the roof, Allen found Cheever, Shayla, Chaz, and Chris, plus about a dozen guards, waiting outside a booth that looked almost exactly like the guard station Allen had seen when they'd pulled into the basement parking garage. Apparently, landing aircraft at Brashley was a common occurrence.

The landing area was brightly lit, red lights flashing in a pattern that looked like a huge bulls-eye on the roof, making the night sky seem almost black. Chaz waved when he spotted Allen, but his usual smile was only half formed, and his eyes looked very tired.

"Just in time," Shayla said, pointing at a pair of flashing lights approaching their building. As the helicopter drew nearer, it grew in size until Allen realized that it was almost as long as a city bus. The twin blades keeping it aloft caused a mini-hurricane as the vehicle maneuvered to land, and Allen covered his ears and turned his face away.

As the machine landed heavily and the blades began to slow, a large panel unfolded out of the side and lowered itself to the rooftop forming a set of stairs, and a parade of men climbed out.

"Eddings! Good of you to come!" Cheever said, smiling and stepping forward to shake the hand of a tall, thin man with immaculately combed black hair. Eddings was wearing a shining, dark green suit, a black button up shirt, and a green tie, with what looked like emerald chips affixed to it. His black eyebrows and mustache were pencil thin, and so straight that Allen wondered if they'd been drawn on with a ruler.

The man extended his hand to Cheever and smiled back, his eyes crinkling, while the thin eyebrows, mysteriously, remained rigid.

"Eddings," Chris said in a polite, but not exactly friendly voice.

"Christopher, good to see you again," Eddings said. They didn't shake hands.

"Well, well, well---my old rival," Chaz said, stepping toward Eddings, whose face immediately went sour.

"Shayla, I can't believe you would associate with scum like this man," Eddings said, bitterly. "Everyone back in the 'copter. We're leaving!" His men stopped, most of them looking shocked. Only one man smiled, a huge African American in heavy body armor and carrying what looked like a cannon.

Eddings stood eying Chaz, coldly, for a few seconds while everyone waited, uncomfortably, then Eddings smiled widely and pulled Chaz into as close to a bear-hug as he could manage with his thin arms. They patted each other on the back, then separated.

"It's been too long, my friend," Eddings said.

"You know, I've meant to drop by," Chaz said, "but, you know. Been a bit busy," he shrugged.

"So, Shayla," Eddings said, shaking her hand, "where is this wonder-kin you've been going on and on about?"

"This is my brother, Allen," Chris said, before Shayla could answer. Eddings looked Allen up and down, as if searching for some visible sign of the power hidden inside his body. His eye lingered on the gargoyle charm around Allen's neck for just a moment, then Eddings smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Allen. I'm Philip Eddings. I can't wait to see you in action!" He shook Allen's hand, and Allen was surprised at how soft Edding's grip was.

"Eddings, Allen isn't going to be involved in the fighting," Shayla said, firmly. "He's only been here for a few days, and he hasn't had the proper training, yet, for us to expose him to serious danger."

"He's a natural. He held me off like a trained soldier without even breaking a sweat," Chris said, in a gruff tone.

"We've discussed this," Shayla said, her voice like steel. "He and his sister will be with us in the control room. If we are unable to hold off the Shadows' attack until dawn, Cheever is to take them both and escape."

"Pity," Eddings said, scanning Allen again. "So how much time do we have?"

Cheever stepped forward," It looks like the rift is going to open within the hour."

"Have the citizens been evacuated yet?" Eddings asked.

"All but a few stragglers," Shayla said. "I have a handful of men out picking up the strays and 'convincing' them to leave the area. Once the last few are out, we're going to have four mages set up at strategic points around the city creating a containment spell. It should keep the citizens out and all but the most powerful creatures in." Eddings nodded slowly.

"And what about this building?" Eddings asked.

"Stacey, Wei, and Biggs will be concentrating on a barrier. They should be able to hold it until dawn, as long as we can keep the Shadows from attacking the shield directly."

"Why do we only need to hold it until dawn?" Rose asked.

"The Shadows die in direct sunlight," Cheever said. "If they can't get to us before dawn, they'll have to flee back to the Shadow Realm."

Cheever received a call on his phone. "Okay, understood!" he said, then tapped his phone off. "Shayla, the energy levels around the rift are spiking. It's getting ready to open."

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ALLEN TOMBES – FIRE FROM WATER (Chapter 33)

"Angie's still in the dorm room," Rose said, her face suddenly dark with worry.

"I'll take you to get her," Shea said. "I'm out of the big fight, anyway." She pointed at the bandages on her shoulder.

"I need to get my bag, too. I left it in Rose's dorm room when I got out of the infirmary," Allen said.

Shea nodded. She turned to Cheever and said, "Cheever! I've got to take these two back to the dorms to collect their friend. We'll meet you in the control room!" Cheever waved, and Shea, Allen, and Rose headed back into the building.

Eddings was giving orders to his men, "...So Horace, I want you to take your cues from Christopher, but hang back. Don't go blowing any holes in the street if we don't have to. It's too expensive!"

The large African American man laughed, loudly.

"You three," Eddings continued, pointing at three men in riot gear, "keep Tazzi covered while he's using the summoning stone. Now, Taz," a short, exceedingly thin man, with skin so pale it almost looked blue, nodded, "start the summoning spell the second that the barrier is up. Once the wolf arrives, get back to Horace and keep your head down."

Meanwhile, Chris and Shayla were solidifying their strategies and heading for the doorway back inside the building.

"As soon as you and Haro have the guards outside the protected area, I'll tell Stacey to set the barrier spell," Shayla said.

"And you're certain about Allen?" Chris asked again.

Shayla glanced at Cheever, who was walking directly behind them, then turned back to Chris. "Until we know for certain what he's channeling, we can't risk setting him loose on the city."

Chris shook his head, "Fine," he said coldly. "I'll signal when we're in place," he growled, and ran down the hallway toward the elevators.

When Shea, Rose, and Allen reached the dorm room, they opened the door expecting to see Angie still asleep on her bunk, but the bed was empty.

"She's not here," Rose said. They all stood in silence for a few seconds.

"Maybe she went to get something else to eat," Shea suggested, pointing at the empty pizza box on the floor.

"Maybe," Rose said, skeptically.

Allen noticed that his bag, laying on the floor near the wall, was open. He knelt down by it and dug through. His sword was still there, as was Kitsle's box, and the flares. Then he noticed, "My knife's gone."

"What knife?" Shea asked.

"Chaz gave it to me. It has a poisoned blade. I know it was in here when we were in the training room. I saw it when I took out my sword."

"It could have fallen out when they were rushing to take you to the infirmary," Shea said.

"I wouldn't know," Allen said. "I was out of it."

"Why would Angie take a knife?" Rose asked.

"Maybe she was scared?" Shea suggested.

"I don't think so," Rose said. "I've never seen her touch a knife." Rose shook her head and chewed on her bottom lip.

"You guys probably just dropped it in the training room, but we don't have time to look right now. We've got to get back to Cheever," Shea said. Allen grabbed his bag and they left.


The control room, heart of the security system for the Brashley Building, was on the fourth floor and comprised of a huge wall of screens showing scenes of virtually every inch of the property, inside and out. One gigantic screen showed dozens of guards set up in semi-circles around an area of the road that was shimmering and emitting flashes and sparks.

Half a dozen men and women sat in chairs, chattering into headsets and flicking through various screens, focusing different cameras on a variety of sights. Allen noticed that Cheever, Shayla, and Eddings were all wearing communications headsets as well. Cheever and Shayla paced back and forth, peering at screens and giving orders. Eddings sat in one of the chairs that lined the wall opposite the screens, talking with Chaz. Allen and Rose found seats near Chaz and sat down. Shea joined her mother.


Outside the building, Chris, in full body armor, but no helmet, was setting up the guards in tiers between the area where the rift was about to open and the Brashley Building. Chris heard a rush of wind and suddenly Haro and ten other Simmerons appeared. Several of Eddings's men raised their guns, but both Chris and Horace gestured for them to hold fire.

"I'm glad to see you, my friend," Chris said, smiling. "And you brought helpers!"

"Few in my clan have had the opportunity to prove their strength against a Devourer. Had I allowed it, these streets would now be teeming with my kind, aching to sink their claws into an Old God," Haro said, rumbling his low laugh.

Chris laughed as well and gestured for the lizard men to join the formations setting up in front of the building.

"Okay, Horace," Chris said. "You can tell Eddings that we're ready to summon his beastie."

Horace waved and said something into his headset. Chris gave a final look around at the troops, then pushed a button on his headset, "Shayla, we're ready for the barrier."

"Good," Shayla answered in his ear. "Cheever says the rift is going to open in about three minutes. I'll tell Stacey to start the spell."

Within seconds, Chris felt the hair on the back of his neck rise as the barrier spell fell into place. "The barrier is up!" Chris yelled to Horace. "Your guy can start the summoning."

Horace gave a thumbs-up and growled instructions to a handful of men in Eddings' uniforms. Four men and Tazzi walked quickly to the front tier of Brashley guards. Tazzi knelt on the ground and took a metallic box with a keypad on it out of his pack. He pressed a number sequence with lightning quick fingers. The box hissed, and the top split in half, each section folding away to reveal a dark green stone, slightly larger than a hen's egg.

A screeching sound interrupted Tazzi, as sparks and flashes, followed by a strong, freezing wind, came rushing out of the rift. Guards from both groups, Brashley and Eddings, moved between Tazzi and the rift.

"No! Get back, everyone!" Tazzi yelled.

He placed his hands over the stone and began to chant, his eyes closed. The stone started to glow, and Tazzi chanted louder. The air around him began to shimmer, and a thunderous crack and a blinding flash made everyone in the streets cover their eyes and turn away.

When they turned back toward the rift, a gigantic, dark green wolf, longer than a city bus, with eyes glowing emerald green, was standing in the road.

"Thank you for coming, Great Wolf," Tazzi said, bowing to the creature. "Our world is about to be invaded by Shadow Creatures," he said gesturing toward the rift that was now showering sparks into the street and humming like power-lines in great pain.

The wolf looked at Tazzi then at the rift. "Why do they come?" the wolf said in a growling voice that echoed through the streets.

"They wish to kill a boy. He is in the building, there," Tazzi pointed.

"I sense him," said the wolf, closing its eyes.

"You do?" Tazzi asked in a shaking voice.

The wolf nodded, opening its eyes and looking back at the building, then at the rift. "I will help," said the wolf, "but know this. The boy poses a serious threat to this world." The wolf looked back at the building again, his eyes glowing green. "There is a being within him that could destroy this entire planet in an instant. Even after the Shadows have been driven away, the boy cannot be allowed to remain on this plane."

"Thank you, Great Wolf. We will, of course, heed your advice," Tazzi said, bowing again.

Suddenly, another boom shook the air, staggering many of the guards. The rift flashed and crackled, and then thousands of legs began scuttling through the abyss. Dark blue beetles with red slashes on their backs, the color of wet blood, came pouring through the opening, flooding the streets, some taking to the air with heavy wings that buzzed like helicopter blades.

The Great Wolf dove into the mass of bugs, slashing and biting.

Chris put his hand to his headset, "Cheever! What are they?"

"Chaz says they're Tah-Chen Beetles. They're going to try to attack the barrier," Cheever replied.

"Okay, how do we kill them!?" Chris yelled into his headset. A few of the guards had begun shooting at the beetles, which flooded the streets and sidewalks, most running past the guards, heading straight for the shield barrier.

"They're physical," Cheever said. "Shoot them, chop them, anything should work."

"Open fire!" Chris screamed, and dozens of guns began shooting in earnest.

Many of the beetles had already reached the magical barrier and attached themselves to it. The air shimmered and vibrated as the creatures siphoned off the magical energy, the red slashes on their backs glowing brighter as they sucked. Flying beetles landed against the barrier several stories up as well.

"Don't let them attack the barrier!" Chris shouted, and the soldiers began picking off beetles attached to the shield spell. Meanwhile, Haro and his clan were shredding beetles with their huge claws, and the Great Wolf continued to slash at the swarming creatures with his paws.

There was another loud crackle from the rift and a shower of sparks as two gigantic, blood red centipedes, as tall as Haro and as long the Great Wolf, came writhing through the rift into the street. The wolf roared and pounced on the centipede nearest to it, sinking his teeth into its back. It shrieked and coiled around him, slashing at the wolf with its twitching, needle-sharp legs.

The second centipede slithered up to the first line of guards, who fired desperately at the beast with little effect. It stabbed a Brashley guard through the chest with a spear-like leg, piercing his body armor like it was paper. It lifted him, screaming, off the ground, and tossed him twenty feet across the street. His lifeless body landed in a heap. The other guards continued to fire, but moved backwards toward the second line of defense. The centipede stabbed at one of Eddings's men, catching him in the stomach. It drew him toward its mouth and bit into the man's chest with foot long pincers. The man screamed in pain, then went limp.

"Everyone get back!" Horace yelled, and the men around the centipede lowered their guns and ran. Horace aimed his cannon and smiled. A thud shook the air and a ball of fire and shrapnel flashed toward the centipede, striking it directly in the chest as it reared back on it hindquarters. The centipede shrieked and writhed as the flaming mass made contact. As the smoke drifted away, the lower half of the centipede continued to twitch and writhe for a few seconds, oozing yellow-brown liquid. The upper half was completely vaporized. Horace laughed, loudly.

The rift again crackled and howled, and a dark mist welled up and began streaming through the opening, forming into the pseudo-bodies of the Shadows, which were only visible to about half the guards. Chris, slashing at beetles with his right hand and holding his headset in place with his left, called loudly, "Shadows!" Haro's clan immediately abandoned the beetles and galloped toward the Shadow hordes, as did about a dozen Brashley guards, all wearing the Elite Guard colors. Swords, clubs, hammers, and claws began to burn and glow with various colors of energy, and a wailing sound arose from the Shadows, which continued to flood into the streets through the rift.


In the control room, Allen's necklace, which had been glowing dully for several minutes, began to burn his chest, as he saw the guards on the screens swinging glowing weapons at nothing. The Shadows, it appeared, didn't show up on video.

Shayla paced back and forth looking at various screens. She tapped her headset and said, "Chambers, how is Stacey's group holding up?"

"Not well," a voice answered. "Those bugs are doing a number on them. It's taking too much energy to maintain the shield."

"Right, I'll see what we can do," Shayla said. She tapped her headset again. "Chris, what's the damage?"

"Having a ball down here!" he said, grunting in her ear as he slashed through a Shadow Creature.

"Any chance we can focus on the beetles a bit more? The shield spell is draining Stacey's men dry."

"Well, since we're not doing much down here anyway, I'll have a couple guys look into it. Ooooo... That was gross!" Chris said.

"What!? What happened?" Shayla said, worried.

"The Great Wolf just ripped the centipede that it was fighting in half," Chris answered. "There's giant bug guts everywhere!"

"Shea!" yelled a girl at one of the screens, "I think you should see this."

Shea went quickly to the station where the girl was backing up the images from the video feed. "This camera is up near the roof. I saw something moving just outside the barrier and zoomed in just before it flew out of the camera's range." The girl hit play.

"Oh, shit!" Shea moaned, unconsciously reaching up and grabbing her bandaged shoulder.

"Rewind that, Emmy, please," Shea said to the girl. "Rose, is this who I think it is?"

Rose and Allen ran to Shea and stared at the screen.

"Oh, no," Rose gasped. "It's Krystal!" The image paused on the screen was of Krystal, smiling, her black eyes looking dead and hollow.

"Mother, the witch is heading for the roof!" Shea yelled.

"That's where Stacey's group is projecting the barrier from. The barrier is going to be strongest closest to the source. She'd know that. What could she be planning?" Shayla said. She tapped her headset, "Chambers! The witch is headed your way. Watch out for trouble."

"Copy that!" Chambers said.

Shayla tapped her headset again, "Ronson! I want another twenty guards sent up to the roof, right now!"

Allen walked back to where he had been sitting and plopped back in his chair. He wanted to do something to help. He picked his sword up, sliding it halfway out of the sheath. The blade shined brightly, a shimmering blue-green.

Allen scanned the monitor screens until he found one with Chris on it. Chris was leaping and slashing his sword, dodging some invisible blow, then countering with a lightning fast swipe. Chris looked left, then right, then dashed out of the view of that camera.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news," Cheever said, "but the energy levels around the rift are spiking again---three hundred percent higher than last time."

There was another crashing thunderclap, and this time Allen felt the building shake, like an earthquake had hit it. All the screens pointed near the rift went white, momentarily. When they cleared, Allen saw a massive thing that looked like it was several stories high, with flailing tentacles, covered in dozens of huge eyes the size of car tires. The creature crawled through the rift, dragging itself by four massive tentacles at its base, while an uncountable number of smaller, thrashing tentacles whipped wildly around the central, putrid mass of grey flesh and giant eyes. Allen realized instantly that something beyond foul had been born into his world, something that absolutely should not exist.


Down on the street, Chris, had just ordered a group of guards to move around the building looking for beetles that were attacking the barrier, when the rift burst into life and the gigantic creature began oozing through. As he watched the horror appear before his eyes, Chris heard a scream, and saw a Brashley guard drop to the ground, a shadowy claw dripping blood over his body. The man melted, sliding like smoke out of his body armor, only to rise again as another Shadow creature, ready to attack. Chris sliced through the pair of Shadows with a flash of his blue blade.

"Chris, the Devourer just came out of the rift," Cheever said in his ear. Chris saw the monstrous beast, a sea of eyes and tentacles, but couldn't quite grasp it as a whole.

"I see it," he said into his headset. "But, how do I kill that?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line. Finally, Cheever said, in an uncharacteristically dark voice, "We don't know yet."

The Great Wolf, as Chris watched, charged the Devourer, which was easily four times his size, grabbing a tentacle and tearing it loose from the central mass. A hollow, terrifying roar filled the streets, and a second tentacle tore through the air striking the wolf in the ribs and sending it flying halfway down the block.

The Devourer swept another huge tentacle at a row of guards who were shooting at it. It grabbed three men, its tentacle coiling around them like a giant snake, and it drug the men toward its central mass. It tilted its horrible, eye covered body backwards as the men screamed, revealing a circular opening lined with thousands of stalactite-like teeth. The men yelled in terror as they were stuffed into the creature's mouth. Blood sloshed onto the street, and the Devourer lowered itself back to the ground and began dragging itself toward more men.

"Horace! Do you have a shot?" Chris screamed, but before Horace could answer, the Great Wolf flung itself back at the nightmarish creature, which moaned and howled in a deep, hollow scream, like twisting metal. The wolf grabbed on to a tentacle with its teeth and tore at the creature's eyes with his slashing claws. Again, another tentacle flew at the wolf, this time grabbing it around the chest and hurling it into the air. The wolf crashed against the building across the street from Brashley, destroying half the structure, then fell to the ground. It lay on the sidewalk, dark green blood drizzling from its mouth.

Horace raised his cannon and fired, catching the Devourer in the center of the mass of eyes and swinging tentacles. The creature bellowed again, so loudly that windows began to shatter, and huge chunks of flesh and eyes fell to the street. Chris watched, in shock, as new eyes seemed to rise up from the wound, like bubbles floating to the surface of a bog, wide eyeballs swiveling wildly as they filled in the missing flesh, until the wound itself seemed to vanish.

And the eye covered the meat that had been blown off of the monster continued to twist and move in the street, eyeballs looking in all directions, as the flesh around them withered. With lurching effort, the eyes began to pull themselves free of the quickly rotting flesh, supporting themselves on dozens of thin, spider-like legs. Once free of their fleshy moorings, they scattered, scuttling towards the nearest guards and attacking, stabbing with their thin legs.

"This is not good," Chris said. Tapping his headset, he yelled, "Are you seeing this!?"

"Unfortunately---yes," Cheever said, all of his usual mirth gone, replaced by a cold, fearful drawl.


Back in the control room, Chaz said, "Force isn't going to work on The Devourer."

Shayla looked at him, carefully, and said, "How do we stop it?"

"I had hoped the Great Wolf would be strong enough," Eddings said, almost apologetically.

"The Devourer is a creature of Old Magic, a cosmic power," Chaz said.

"It's eating my men, Charles. How do we stop it?" Shayla said, sternly.

"You need to fight a cosmic force with another cosmic force," Chaz said, glancing for just an instant at Allen.

Shayla's face went red with rage. "You want me to send a boy who has had no training, a boy who can't even control the forces inside him, against that monster? You're mad. We don't even know what he's channeling, Charles. If we set it loose, it's possible that it could side with the beast, and then we'd have two cosmic forces trying to kill us."

"What other choice do we have?" Chaz said, standing up to face her.

"I'll do it!" Allen yelled, standing up as well. "I want to help. I know I can." His hands were closed tightly around the sheath of his sword, the necklace on his chest glaring a halo of red that seemed to infuse his entire body.

"I know you want to help, and I know you're brave enough to face that creature," Shayla said, her voice softening, "but I can't let you."

Allen shook with anger. "Why? My brother is out there..."

"And your sister is in here," Shayla said. "If we cancel the shield spell, even for a few moments to let you go outside, this building will be flooded with Shadows in seconds. We have almost a hundred students in this building who are counting on me to protect them. Most of them would be easy prey for any of these terrors. We've got to give them the best chance for survival that we can, and that means keeping the shield up for as long as possible."

Allen lowered his head. He understood, but hated feeling helpless.

"Chris is one of the cleverest and most talented fighters I've ever worked with," Shayla continued. "If there's a way to kill that monster, he'll find it."

Allen looked at the monitors, searching for an image of his brother. He found it in time to see Chris slice through three beetles in a single stroke then kick away an eyeball that was trying to stab him with a saber-like leg.

"Okay," Chaz said, "if Allen's out, we'll need some kind of spell to contain the creature, try to hold it off until dawn. Does Tazzi know any containment spells?"

Eddings tapped his finger against his chin. "Could a freezing spell work?"

Chaz thought for a moment, "It probably wouldn't hold it for long, but anything that buys some time will help," he said. "Shayla?"

"Do it," she answered.

Eddings tapped his headset and told Horace to have Tazzi begin the spell. Cheever contacted Chris and told him to help keep Tazzi covered while he worked.

"Shayla, we've got an intruder in the corridor leading to roof access," Chambers's voice said into Shayla's headset, "but it's not the witch."


"Who is it?" came Shayla's reply into Chambers's headset. He looked at the monitor in the guard house, carefully, and said, "It looks like one of the kids that came in with Shea a few days ago."

Chambers heard Shayla asking someone in the control booth where their friend was.

"She's almost at the door," Chambers said into his headset. "Orders?" He raised his hand, signaling for the extra guards to be on the ready. He pointed at the door, and a dozen guns shifted, pointing in that direction.

"Don't shoot her," Shayla said. "She may just be looking for her friends. We'll send someone up to get her and bring her back here."

As Chambers acknowledged the order, the door to the roof blew off its hinges.  Angie stepped onto the roof, her eyes completely black. She raised her left hand, palm up, over her head, and a globe of white light floated up several feet into the air then exploded in a blinding flash. The guards, including Chambers, shielded their eyes.

As soon as the guards were blinded, Angie rushed at the nearest man, stabbing him in the neck above his body armor. She swung past him, slicing the next guard on the wrist, and the next across his cheek. Each man, poisoned by the knife blade, went rigid and fell, the man with the neck wound bleeding profusely.

When Chambers's vision cleared, he realized his console was dead, as was his headset. He looked out the window of the booth and saw more than a dozen guards on the ground, most gushing blood from slashes on their faces or necks, and Angie's thin body moving like lightning towards the next batch of mystified men.

Chambers leaped out of the booth and drew his gun. "Freeze!" he screamed, then noticed a dark specter hovering in the air just outside the shield barrier. Chambers raised his weapon, pointing it at Angie. "I said freeze!" he yelled.

Angie turned toward him and laughed. She flicked her arm, and Chambers fell to the rooftop, dead, the handle of the poisoned knife sticking out of his exploded left eye. Angie grabbed a gun off of one of the guards at her feet, diving out of the way as the three remaining guards, who had finally realized what was happening, opened fire. Angie rolled across the roof, and from a crouching position, fired three shots; a single bullet pierced the forehead of each guard.

Angie stood, waved her fingers, and the knife imbedded in Chambers's eye pulled free with a sick pop, then floated into the air, landing in Angie's hand. As Krystal began to shriek with laughter outside the shield spell, Angie walked toward the trio of mages sitting in a circle on the landing pad. In their trances, singing their song which created the shield spell, they couldn't even sense Angie's approach. She walked up behind Stacey, raised her knife, and drove it into his back.

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[Well, that can’t be good. All Hell has broken loose, and the demons have taken the advantage. Tune in next week (or whenever I get around to it) to see if anyone survives to see the dawn! ---RFY]

Previous Sections:

Part One - Chapter 1
Part Two - Chapter 2
Part Three - Chapters 3 and 4
Part Four - Chapters 5, 6, and 7
Part Five - Chapters 8, 9, 10, and 11
Part Six - Chapters 12 and 13
Part Seven - Chapters 14, 15, and 16
Part Eight - Chapters 17, 18, 19, and 20
Part Nine - Chapters 21, 22, and 23
Part Ten - Chapters 24, 25, and 26
Part Eleven – Chapters 27, 28, 29, 30, and 31



---Richard F. Yates
(Primitive Thoughtician and Grand Hoohaa of The P.E.W.)

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Saturday, October 14, 2017

“Serialized Novella: ALLEN TOMBES – FIRE FROM WATER (Chapters 27 - 31)”

[When we last left our band of youngsters, they had been attacked by a phantom, who looked quite a bit like a witch who they thought had been killed! Though a couple of guards had been attacked by the creature, and their friend Shea had been stabbed and was lying unconscious on the steps outside Brashley Corp., Allen was somehow able to conjure a mysterious power and fight the phantom off before anyone else was injured. Let’s get back to the action!!! ---RFY]
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ALLEN TOMBES – FIRE FROM WATER (Chapter 27)

Chris came rushing down the corridor towards the doors. His eyes were wide and his sword drawn. He slowed down when he saw Allen and Rose standing inside, apparently unharmed. Two guards walked through the doors carrying Shea on a stretcher. She was barely conscious, her face scrunched up in pain, but she was clearly still alive. The next stretcher that came through the doors was completely covered by a green blanket, which was rapidly turning a dirty brown.

"Who?" Chris asked one of the men carrying the stretcher.

"Crosley," the man said, his voice low and choked.

"Are you guys okay?" Chris asked. They all nodded.

Chris's eyes narrowed at Angie. He said, "Your ear is bleeding." Angie raised her hand a wiped her fingers on the little trickle of blood.

"I'm bleeding?" she said, looking at the smear on her fingers, then wiping it off on her black jeans. "I must have scratched myself when I fell." She looked uncertain.

"I better take you to the infirmary," Chris said. "Come on."

"Seriously, it's nothing. It doesn't even hurt," Angie said, laughing.

Chris shook his head and waved for Angie to follow him as the elevator doors at the end of the corridor opened and Shayla strode out, followed closely by Cheever.

"...in broad daylight! And directly in front of our own doors!" She was fuming, and Cheever, who looked strange without his big grin in place, was nodding in agreement at every word Shayla said.

As Shayla walked nearer, the elevator doors opened again and six guards stepped out, two wearing red insignia and helmets with mirrored visors.

"Right!" Shayla said in a loud voice to the guards as they jogged down the hallway, "I want the steps cleared, a memory spell around the whole block, and then I want these doors sealed with every spell and charm we have access to. Solid, Ashley! Not a microbe gets in or out! Got it?" The taller of the two guards in helmets nodded, and the group rushed out the doors.

"Room for one more before you go into total lock-down?" said a head that had poked through the doors.

"Chaz!" Allen yelled.

"Hey kid," Chaz smiled and stepped inside.

"Charles, yes, you can join us, but we're going to need to talk as soon as we get this place secured," Shayla said. "First, Chris, I need you to take these three up to the training room," she waved at Allen, Rose, and Angie. "Cheever, go with them. We need to assess how well they can protect themselves and see if they will be of any use when the Shadows move." She looked, primarily, at Allen as she said this.

"Why so urgent? They haven't even started their classes yet," Chris asked. He looked Shayla directly in the eyes, although Allen wasn't certain what Chris had picked up on that he himself had missed.

"The seers have noticed a swell of magical energy just outside the building. We've analyzed it with the computers, and it appears to be an ionization field that's going to reach critical mass in the next forty-eight hours," Cheever said. He brushed his mustache and looked from Shayla to Chris.

"You mean..." Chris started to say, then shook his head. "They can't be trying to open a rift. They're planning a..."

"A full scale invasion," Shayla said.

"It looks like you folks are busy," Chaz said. "Maybe I'll come back some other time!" He waved at Allen and turned toward the doors.

Shayla shot him a look and he froze, smiling. "I'm kidding! I just need to get some things out of my van!" He put his hands up, as if expecting Shayla to throw something at him.

Instead, she pulled a phone out of her pocket and hit a few buttons. "Which one is yours?" she said to Chaz.

"Yellow VW Bus. The keys are under the floor mat," Chaz said, looking at Allen and shrugging.

"Ashley! Have Ostrander pull the yellow van into the garage... Yes, on the floor... Okay," she said and disconnected.

"From the size of the field they're generating," Shayla said to Chris, "the rift is going to be huge, several stories, at the least."

"But why? What could they need a door that big for?" Chris asked.

"Cheever thinks they may be trying to bring a Devourer through into our world," Shayla said.

"That's insane," Chris said, his eyes wide and the corner of his mouth twitching.

"There is something about your brother that they really don't like, and apparently they're willing to destroy an entire city to make certain he is taken out," Shayla said, looking Allen in the eyes. Allen couldn't take her gaze, which made him feel guilty for causing so much trouble, so he looked down at the floor.

"We don't know for certain what they're planning," Cheever said, clicking his tongue a few times. "All we know for sure is that they are preparing to open a rift and that something big is coming through."

"And we now have less than 48 hours to prepare for an invasion," Shayla said. "So, Chris, I need you to take these three to the training room with Cheever and see what we can learn. Chaz, I'd like you to come with me while I check on my daughter, then we need to talk." She turned to the elevators and started walking. Chaz followed.

Chris saw the startled looks on his brother's and sister's faces, patted Allen on the shoulder, and tried to smile. "Another day on the job at the good, old Brashley Corporation! Well, let's go get your things and get started," he said, then waved for them to follow him. Their faces were still worried, but they went with him, anyway.
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ALLEN TOMBES – FIRE FROM WATER (Chapter 28)

The training room was comprised of a massive, open area, high ceilings, with one wall taken up by windows that looked out over the city. By now, Allen assumed the windows were made of bullet-proof glass. Chris had told Allen to change into a sweat-suit when they stopped by his room to collect his sword and the bag that Chaz had given him.

As they walked into the training room, Cheever bopped off through a side door, and Chris had Allen drop the weapons bag by a pair of wooden chairs near the wall opposite the windows. Cheever came back into the room pushing a large cart covered in computer equipment and wires. He snatched a handful of little, circular chips out of a drawer in the cart and, whistling to himself, walked over to Allen.

"We're going to wire you up a bit to test some of your energy levels. Don't worry, it's not going to hurt," he said. He placed the chips, which were very light and flexible, on the backs of Allen's hands, on his temples, and one of the back of his neck. They stuck like glue and didn't fall off when Allen shook his hands to test them.

"These will send a signal to my computer while you're moving and, hopefully, show us what kind of field you're generating. Let me make sure I'm getting a signal," he said, then dashed back to the cart. "Okay, Chris! Ready on this end!"

"And what are we supposed to do?" Rose asked, waving her hand back and forth between herself and Angie. Angie nodded beside her.

"We're going to test everyone," Cheever said, cheerfully. "Shayla wants us to start with Mr. Allen so that we can get a baseline for some of the interesting things he's done in the last few days." Rose and Angie sat in the wooden chairs, Rose none too cheerily.

Chris walked to the center of a large circle painted on the floor and waved for Allen to follow. As Allen walked over, Chris unsheathed his sword and stood in a fighting stance, his legs apart and sword held at chest level. Chris narrowed his eyes at Allen, and as he did, his sword began to glow with a bright blue light.

"What do I do?" Allen asked, suddenly nervous.

"Draw your sword, Mr. Natural, and get ready to fight me," Chris said.

Allen drew his sword and stood in front of Chris, trying to imitate his stance, which felt very awkward. His sword gleamed, but didn't glow.

"Concentrate!" Chris yelled, fiercely. Allen jumped, surprised at the ferocity in his brother's voice.

Allen closed his eyes and tried to connect with the sword in his hands. He remembered what it had felt like in the kitchen---then he remembered his mother, laying lifeless on the floor. The eyes of the locket around his neck began to sparkle, and a dim blue-green light began to radiate from his blade.

"Hmmm, not bad! Not bad!" Cheever said from his computer panel. "It's a class two field, about 16, 17 intensity," he said to Chris.

"That's not a bad power level for a beginner," Chris said, "but I think we can do better." He growled, a low guttural sound, drew his blade back, then lunged at Allen, slashing toward his chest. Allen, shocked at the sudden attack, swung his sword up in a defensive position, blocking his brother's blow, then jumped backward a few feet.

"Whoa! You could have killed me!" Allen said, his voice shaking with fright. Something in his brother's eye bothered him. Allen felt like he was being stalked by a ferocious animal.

"Spiked at 45!" Cheever yelled from the computer cart.

"Now we're getting somewhere," Chris said, smiling wickedly.

Suddenly, everyone heard a buzzing sound, and Kitsle came flitting out of Allen's bag, shooting sparks.

"Oh, my goodness!" Cheever said in a high, surprised voice. "I was hoping we'd get to meet you soon," he said to Kitsle. The bug flew over to Allen and buzzed around his head.

"Hello, Kitsle," Allen said. "Let me introduce you to everyone. This is my brother, Chris. That's my sister, Rose, and her friend, Angie." Angie waved from the wooden chair where she was sitting. "And that's Dr. Cheever!" Allen said. Cheever bowed, low, sweeping his arm out to his side as he folded over. Allen laughed. Cheever's gesture was certainly melodramatic, but Kitsle, clicking his bug laugh, floated over to Cheever and, hovering near the doctor, bowed in a similar fashion. Cheever laughed, himself, and clapped his hands together, his rings clinking their usual tune.

Kitsle floated back to Allen. He fluttered near Allen's sword, his wings kicking out a miniature fireworks display, then tinked one of his claws against the blade a couple of times.

"Chris is training me, trying to show me how to fight. We're about to be attacked by a horde of those Shadow creatures," Allen said.

Kitsle flew around the room, very quickly, for few seconds, then flew back to Allen and hovered near his head. Kitsle fluttered his wings, began to glow brightly, then zapped Allen in the ear, knocking him to the ground.

"Ouch! Why did you do that!?" Allen yelled. Kitsle clicked another bug laugh, then flew toward Cheever, hovering near the computers, apparently looking at the screens.

Chris helped Allen to his feet, then resumed his battle stance.

"You ready?" Chris asked. "I'm going to come at you pretty hard this time. You'll need to pay attention to where I'm swinging." Allen nodded. His sword was blazing blue-green.

Chris yelled a deep and frightening, "Raaaah!" then dove at Allen, slashing from the left, then the right. Allen blocked expertly, the sword almost seeming to move on its own. Chris swung hard, and Allen stepped to the side, slashing down at Chris's sword and knocked it from Chris's hand.

They all stood in silence for a few seconds, then Cheever whistled and brushed his mustache. "Peaked at 370---that's unbelievable."

"Three-seventy!" Chris said, picking up his sword. "That's almost as high as Haro!" He looked at Allen, a hungry look in his eye.


"I think we should try for 400. No human in the last 20 years has broken 390. Hell, Allen could be the first to hit 450!" Chris took his stance again. Allen, however, stood were he was.

"Chris," Rose said, looking worried, "I think you should stop. Allen looks really tired."

"The Shadows aren't going to stop just because Allen gets tired," Chris said, then he rushed at Allen, swinging so fast and viciously that Rose stood up. Allen, without even looking at his brother, raised his sword with one arm to deflect the blow, but the force of the strike staggered him. His face was a complete blank, like he was drifting off into a daydream. His hands gripped the jade handle of his sword, and his legs moved, positioning him in a strange defensive stance, legs far apart, knees bent low.

"Chris! That's enough!" Rose yelled.

Allen's eyes went dark blue.

"Oh, my goodness!" Cheever said, softly, staring at his computer screen. "The boy is at 780 and climbing... 850... 900..."

Chris moved in for another attack, slashing wildly. Though Allen's eyes stared blankly ahead, his arms moved to block each swing and his sword blazed. Chris swung down with his blade, aiming for Allen's head, and Allen's arms moved to block the blow, but Chris used his momentum to push his brother off balance. Chris swung his leg around, catching the back of Allen's left ankle and tripping him.

As Allen hit the ground, everyone felt a wave of energy rush through the room, like a surge of hot wind pushing against them, then the lights above Allen flashed brightly and exploded. The other lights, further away from Allen, began to pop as well, and then Cheever's computer screens crackled, shot sparks, and shattered.

Allen's body, his hair and arms, shimmered then erupted in dark blue flames.

Rose screamed.

Allen's body floated up from the floor and into a standing position, hovering inches off the ground. He waved a hand and the sword that Chris was holding jerked out of his grasp, rocketed across the room, and buried itself in the wall. Allen raised his other hand and a swirling wave of dark blue flame rushed toward Chris.

Kitsle, streaking like lightning, raced between the brothers and flashed brightly. A wall of energy appeared, blocking the flame.

"Allen! Stop!" Rose yelled and ran toward Chris. Kitsle flew closer to Allen, flashing, and dancing in the air, clicking wildly. Allen's eyes, swimming orbs of blue-black, followed Kitsle's movements for a few seconds, then his head tilted backward and his body dropped to the floor with a thud.

Cheever rushed over to the boy on the floor. After a quick look, he said, "He's alive."

Chris and Rose stared at their brother's face. Angie, who had been too shocked to move, finally stood. The room, now that the lights were mostly blown out, was illuminated primarily by Kitsle, who hovered and buzzed near Allen.

"What was that? What happened to him?" Angie asked, still standing by the chairs she and Rose had been sitting in.

"I'm not sure," Cheever said. "I'll have to talk with Shayla and Chaz, and probably Eddings. I think...," Cheever said, brushing his mustache, "…I think he was channeling something, but I can't be certain," he shook his head. "But Chris---before the computers blew, his energy signature changed. He was emitting a class six energy field, and...and the power level was over a hundred and twenty thousand."

Chris opened his mouth to speak, then closed it. He shook his head. "It had to have been a mistake---a glitch as the computer was exploding," Chris said. "That's more force than a nuclear
bomb."

Cheever shrugged, putting his fingers on Allen's forehead, which was blazing hot.

"Wait a minute---channeling something?" Rose said. "You mean he was possessed?"

"I really can't say for certain," Cheever said. "The numbers...," he shook his head. "Right now, we have to get this boy to the infirmary. He's burning up."

"I'll carry him," Chris said. He bent over his brother, scooped him up, and they rushed off toward the medical wing.
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ALLEN TOMBES – FIRE FROM WATER (Chapter 29)

Allen woke in what looked like a room at a hospital. Rose and Angie were sitting on one side of his bed, talking quietly. At the foot of his bed, Shea was looking down at him and smiling. She was wearing a tank top, and Allen could see heavy bandages where Krystal had sunk her gigantic, black blade into her shoulder. Shea looked very tired, but happy.

Allen suddenly realized that he was almost entirely naked, and pulled his blankets tightly up to his chin. He tried to say, "Where are my clothes?" but, his throat was so dry, all that came out was a hoarse whisper.

Rose sniggered and held up a plastic cup with a bent straw poking out of the top of it. "Water," Rose said. Allen nodded and Rose put the straw close to Allen's lips.

Allen drained the cup in a few deep swallows then sighed.

"Why am I naked?" he asked.

"You had a temperature of 198 degrees when they brought you in here yesterday evening. They had to soak you in a tub of ice water for over an hour just to get you back to a normal temp," Shea said. "Cheever and the other doctors can't understand exactly how you survived."

"What do you mean, 'survived?' The last thing I remember was Chris tripping me while we were training. I must have hit my head when I fell," Allen said.

"That's not exactly where that story ends, Allen," Rose said. Angie shook her head, vigorously.

"I'll go tell Cheever that he's awake," Shea said. "Angie, why don't you give his clothes back to him so that he can get dressed, but, Allen, don't leave here until they can check you out again and officially say you're okay." She waved and headed out the door.

Angie grabbed Allen's clothes and threw them onto the bed, then sat back down in her chair, staring at him and smiling.

"Well?" Allen said, motioning toward the door with his head, the covers still pulled up to his chin.

"Fine, if you don't want me to watch!" Angie said and made a pouty face. Rose slapped her on the arm, and they both laughed, then got up and went out into the hall.

After Allen dressed, Rose and Angie came back into the room. Allen asked them to tell him what had happened after he blacked out. He sat, listening, his mouth hanging open, while they recalled the scene, blow by blow.

"I was on fire?" Allen said, looking at his hands and arms.

"Blue fire, " Angie said, emphasizing the blue. Allen could only shake his head.

"Once they'd made sure you weren't going to die," Rose said, shuddering slightly, "Chris and Cheever took me and Angie to a smaller training room..."

"You pretty much destroyed the main one," Angie interrupted.

"...and tested us," Rose said. "They gave me this long, straight sword..."

"A katana," Angie said.

"And I was able to get the meter up to about 80!" Rose chirped, excited. "Cheever said that was really good for a first try."

"But not good enough that they want her out fighting in the streets when that rift thing opens," Angie said. She sounded a little snippy.

"But Chris says that I generated enough force to actually hurt them, and with training, he thinks I'll be good enough to be a hunter, too."

"If we survive," Angie said, folding her arms and blowing her purple bangs away from her nose. Allen looked at Angie, who was staring at the floor, then at Rose. Rose was shaking her head.

"Angie's just a little upset about the whole super powers thing," Rose said, patting her friend on the shoulder.

"They tested me, too," Angie said, huffing, "but I couldn't do it at all." She lowered her head, again.

"Cheever said that most people can't generate a measurable energy field," Rose explained. "Most of the guards here aren't able to hurt, or even see, the Shadows, but the Shadows aren't the only threats that Brashley Corp. has to deal with. Shea says that the Shadows are some of the most dangerous creatures, though, because of their hive mind---when one of them sees something, they all see it. That, and they can turn almost anyone they kill into another Shadow."

"Wait," Allen said, "are you saying that most of the guards here can't kill the Shadows?"

"Nope!" Rose said. "Only the strongest can, the members of the Elite Guard. Chris and Shea are part of that division."

"And those two guys in the weird helmets who showed up after Krystal tried to kill us again," Angie said.

"I'm going to train until I can be on the Elite Guard, too," Rose said, her eyes looking at something beyond the ceiling, probably far off in the future.

"They have witches here, too," Angie said. "Cheever says I can work with them, since I already have some training..."

"Will I get to be on the Elite Guard," Allen asked.

"I'm sure," Rose said. "After seeing how strong your energy field is, and the way you got rid of Krystal, they'll probably ask you to sign up tonight!"

Cheever, at that moment, came through the door, followed by Shea and a tiny, dark skinned woman no taller than Allen, in a doctor's smock, her long, dark hair pulled back into a pony tail. Cheever smiled and waved when he saw Allen sitting up on the bed.

The little doctor came over to Allen and, without saying anything, gave him a serious look over. She checked his pulse, flashed a light into his eyes, listened to his heart and breathing, and took his temperature, which was a little high still but well within normal human range.

"Thanks, Dr. Pande," Shea said, as the doctor typed some notes into a small computer.

Dr. Pande smiled a quick, business-like smile at Allen, then said, "You'll be fine," and left the room.

"Well, you seem to be back in fine shape, " Cheever said, clapping his hands together, his rings clinking.

"Have you figured out what actually happened to him?" Rose asked.

Cheever's smile slid, briefly, off his face, and he brushed at his mustache. "We're still not one hundred percent certain," Cheever said, pulling a chair over to the side of the bed and sitting down. "Shayla, Chaz, and even Eddings, who we had on video chat, are pretty sure Allen was channeling some unknown entity. We were able to salvage the hard-drive from the burnt computer and reconstructed most of the data from the training session. Those boys in I.T. are magicians! The machine looked like it had been cooked over a campfire then thrown off a cliff, but after they extracted what information there was to be had, we were able to identify the exact moment when the energy frequency that Allen was generating shifted and his power levels exploded. Literally!" Cheever chuckled at his own joke, his eyes disappearing for a few moments, until he realized that no one else in the room was laughing. Then he coughed into his hand and sat up straighter in his chair again.

"If it hadn't been for your Lightning Bug," Cheever continued, "I hate to imagine what might have happened, but the bug seems to have either convinced the entity to leave your body or somehow forced it out." He clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"So was it some kind of demon, something like the Shadows?" Rose asked. Her face had
gone very white.

"We don't know. I'm sorry---but we just didn't get enough data off the computer to be sure. However, if we look at the behavior of the entity," Cheever said, raising a finger into the air, like he was making a proclamation, "it doesn't seem to be the actions of what we would typically call a demonic entity. What did it do? It tried to protect its host body from what it believed was a serious threat, a reasonable assumption, considering how energetic Chris's training had become. And, when it realized Allen was no longer in immediate danger, it left his body without much of a fight. Most cases of full demonic possession can take months, even years, to resolve, and the host can even be killed as the invading entity leaves. This creature left without causing any permanent damage to Allen's body."

"But it attacked Chris!" Rose said.

"Who was attacking Allen at the time," Shea added.

They all sat in silence for a few seconds, Allen staring, vaguely, at a spot on the floor near his sister's feet.

"Still and all," Cheever said, "Shayla and I both agree that we should keep you out of the fighting, which is about to commence, until we know more about what's getting inside your skin."

"But I can help!" Allen said, his cheeks flushing red. "You said my power levels were really high, even before I blacked out!"

"That's what your brother said, too," Shea commented.

"As long as Shayla is in charge," Cheever said, "her word is law. And don't you worry, my boy. We've done fine protecting ourselves for a few thousand years. I'm sure we'll make it another day without having to put you and your sister in anymore danger. And besides that, it's better if we know what we're dealing with before we unleash it on the streets."

"But don't think for a second that you're not helping, Allen," Shea said. "Your exploits have peaked Eddings's interest, at the very least. Thanks to you, he's agreed to help us."

"Yes, he's contacted the City Counsel, where he has considerable influence, and they've declared a state of emergency in the city," Cheever said. "Eddings has made the claim that there is a dangerous gas leak and the City is forcing the citizens to evacuate the area around where the rift is going to manifest."

Shea continued, "He's also bringing a squad of his own men over to assist our guards. Between Eddings's group and our own forces, we should be able to handle anything the Shadows can throw at us." Shea smiled at Allen, and he thought he could see excitement in her eyes. He was terrified, be she seemed to be looking forward to the fight.
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ALLEN TOMBES – FIRE FROM WATER (Chapter 30)

After being released from the infirmary, Allen, Rose, and Angie were led back to their dorm rooms by Shea. They stopped outside Rose and Angie's room. Shea put a hand on Allen's shoulder and said, "I'll come get you guys when Eddings gets here. I know he's going to want to meet you." She patted Allen's shoulder and smiled. "In the meantime, Mom says she wants you guys to stay here. I can send for some food. You must be starving."

"Absolutely!" Angie said, rubbing her stomach.

"So what are we supposed to do while we're waiting for the invasion to start?" Rose said, almost angrily.

"Relax, I guess. Try to rest. It's probably going to be a long night," Shea said.

"Shea, what's going to happen once the fighting starts? Where will we be?" Allen asked.

"I'm not sure," Shea answered. "You'll probably be in the control room with me and my mom."

Allen hated the idea of hiding during the battle when he knew his brother would be out there in the thick of it. He could help; he was sure of it!

Shea, who read the expression on his face, said, "Don't worry, kiddo! With just a little more training, I'm sure you're going to be an ace fighter---maybe even better than your brother, someday. And I never thought I'd live to see the day that Christopher Tombes played second fiddle to anyone." She winked at Allen, and for some reason, it made him feel a little better.

Shea walked a few steps down the hall then yelled over her bandaged shoulder, "I'll have some food sent up right away. Pizza?"

"Make it a large!" Angie yelled back as the three of them went into the girls' dorm room.

Angie flopped down on her bed and started flipping through a magazine. Allen sat in a chair. Rose began to pace back and forth across the room.

"What's wrong, Sis?" Allen asked after her third trip.

"What's wrong? Allen, our parents are gone, we've basically been kidnapped, you're being possessed by some kind of cosmic force, and in the next few hours our planet is going to be invaded by murderous creatures that want, specifically, to kill you!"

Allen's face fell, and Rose, immediately, felt sorry for what she'd said.

"That's all true," Allen shrugged, "but at least we're still alive."

Rose's eyes filled with tears and she walked over to her brother and hugged him.
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ALLEN TOMBES – FIRE FROM WATER (Chapter 31)

In a dark domain, a thin creature of swirling shadows sat on a throne made of strange bones. Red light pulsed from its eyes and a glowing mist floated before it, which showed glimpses of the human realm, a boy, a building, bodies dissolving into steam and shadow, then more eyes adding their images to the glowing sphere. The Shadow Lord waved his hand and the misty ball faded away.

There was a flash of white light and the phantom that was once Krystal appeared. Her black eyes flickered with fear, and she knelt in front of the thrown, her head bent toward the floor.

"I failed to kill the boy, Lord," she said without lifting her face.

"I saw, through your eyes, witch. He has become too strong for you to harm him, now. However, you did as you were instructed. You contaminated the friend," the Shadow Lord smiled, and moved a misty finger under Krystal's chin, lifting her face so that it looked into his red, glowing eyes.

"Yes," Krystal said, smiling. She raised her left hand, showing the Shadow Lord the missing nail from her pinky.

"Well done," the creature smiled, his red eyes pulsing in waves.

"I can control her now, even inside their little cocoon of spells," Krystal said and floated into a standing position.

"As my army attacks from without, your puppet will be able to destroy the mages within who will be generating the protective spells that they believe will keep them safe. Once their protective barrier is down, we'll be able find the boy and destroy him before he completely integrates with the fire spirit and destroys their world."

"But why don't we just let the demon consume that miserable planet and all the worthless humans," Krystal asked. "Why are you trying to save them?"

"Your blood-lust is commendable, but you're a fool," he laughed, an icy, sick laugh that would have paralyzed any human who heard it. "The humans are weak, lazy, and simple---the perfect food. If the fire spirit enters their world, it will consume all life on the planet, and we will be forced to look elsewhere for life essences to steal. Humans are too perfect to lose. We cannot let that happen."

The Shadow Lord waved his fingers dismissing Krystal, who vanished in a swirl of mist. He then swirled a finger in the air and the sphere reappeared in front of the throne. The Shadow Lord leaned back in his throne and gazed into the minds of his slaves.
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[So….bad news for our heroes. If the Shadow Lord’s plan works, then Allen will be killed. If his plan doesn’t work, then all life on the planet will be destroyed by the fire spirit that Allen has made contact with… Typical. Check back soon to see who lives, who dies, and what kind of monsters make the scene!!! ---RFY]

Previous sections:

Part One - Chapter 1

Part Two - Chapter 2

Part Three - Chapters 3 and 4

Part Four - Chapters 5, 6, and 7

Part Five - Chapters 8, 9, 10, and 11

Part Six - Chapters 12 and 13

Part Seven - Chapters 14, 15, and 16

Part Eight - Chapters 17, 18, 19, and 20

Part Nine - Chapters 21, 22, and 23

Part Ten - Chapters 24, 25, and 26


---Richard F. Yates
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Sunday, September 24, 2017

“Serialized Novella: ALLEN TOMBES – FIRE FROM WATER (Chapters 24, 25, and 26)” by Richard F. Yates

[In this thrill packed episode, Allen, Rose, and Angie meet the Big Boss at Brashley, go shopping for some pillow cases, have a nice dinner, and then meet an old friend for some fun and games! Get ready for suburban horror ALLEN TOMBES style! ---RFY]

ALLEN TOMBES – FIRE FROM WATER (Chapter 24)

"I can't believe they took our cell phones away," Angie said. She watched Allen stuff half a chocolate bar into his mouth and giggled.

"And it's not just the phones," Rose said to Allen. "We can't contact anyone at all. Nada! No email, no Facebook, nothing."

"My mom has got to be freaking out," Angie said, then realized what she'd done and mouthed, "sorry" to Rose.

Meanwhile, Allen ate three donuts in about six bites, washing them down with the entire carton of chocolate milk. For a few seconds he felt like his stomach was about to declare war on the rest of his body, but it passed with a burp.

"I wonder how long we're going to be stuck here," Angie said, looking around at the blank, grey walls.

"I don't know," Rose said.

"Where else would we go?" Allen asked. Despite his stomach already being stretched to the point of explosion, he peered into the paper bag at the last donut, considering, but decided against it.

Though the door to Allen's room was still open, there was a light knock that startled all three of the kids. They turned as one and saw Shea standing at the opening, smiling.

"Time to meet the big boss----my mom," she said and waved for them to follow.


ALLEN TOMBES – FIRE FROM WATER (Chapter 25)

Shayla McCleggan was the 58 year old C.E.O. of Brashley, Inc., a research and development firm, which had successfully manufactured electronic equipment and weapons since World War I, selling a large percentage of those products to the U.S. military and foreign allies. The company was also the most recent front, however commercially successful it seemed to be, for the Old Guard, an international grouping of warriors, witches, seers, and alchemists who had secretly been protecting humanity for centuries from a number of predatory species that most people couldn't see or hear, and usually wouldn't even believe existed.

Mrs. McCleggan, widow of the ten years deceased Douglas McCleggan, and mother to Shea, had taken control of the company and become the defacto Commander-in-Chief of the Old Guard when her husband was assassinated by Milfred Hobbes, a power-hungry second-in-command. The entire affair was completely unexpected, throwing the company into disarray, and Shayla, fearing the disintegration of the organization to which she had devoted decades of her life, gave up her position as Head of Arms, and took on the role of general leader of the company to almost universal approval. Almost…

Shea was twelve when all of this had happened.

Since assuming control, Shayla had streamlined operations, rooting out all those who supported Hobbes over her husband, and lead the company to the most stable and financially successful level it had ever achieved. Shayla was a tactical genius, an analytical mind almost unmatched in the history of the Old Guard, but she could also be coldly, and some might say 'cruelly,' efficient and blunt. Shea explained all of this to Allen, Rose, and Angie as the group rode the elevator to the 38th floor. The elevator required a special key-code to be entered before it would accept that floor as a destination.

The office door buzzed, clicked, and opened by itself as they approached. The room was large, the wall opposite the door comprised of a floor to ceiling window. Chris and Cheever were already in the room when Allen and the girls walked in. Chris was pacing near the window. Cheever sat in one of the two large, leather chairs in front of Shayla's huge desk, which was covered in piles of papers, electronic equipment, and half empty coffee cups. Sitting in a large chair behind the desk was a woman who looked surprisingly like Shea, but with thin rimmed glasses, grey streaks in her hair, thicker shoulders, and a sterner expression, particularly around the eyes. She was typing furiously at a computer and only looked up from her work when she had finished.

"Eddings is still refusing our request to mobilize. The idiot thinks we're overreacting to the assault on your parents' home. Probably thinks we're just trying to steal his prototypes, or some nonsense," she said. Allen assumed she was talking to Chris, though her gaze had fallen almost instantly back to the computer screen as she began to speak, so he couldn't be certain.

"I can go talk to him, if you like," Cheever said, "but I don't know if it will help." He drummed his fingers on the arms of the chair, making a series of rhythmical thud-thud-thuds.

Shayla considered for a few minutes in silence, then said, "No. Let's wait until we have something concrete to show him." She suddenly seemed to notice that Allen and the others had entered the room.

"Shea, bring some extra chairs. Dr. Cheever, I have your report. I'll contact you if I have any questions."

Cheever hopped out of his chair and bowed with an exaggerated flourish, winking at Allen as he rose. Shayla shook her head, but Allen thought he saw a hint of a smile on her lips. Cheever patted Allen on the shoulder as he strutted out of the room. Shea went into a storage closet through a door at one end of the office and returned with two chairs. Chris had stopped pacing, but was now staring out the window.

"Please," Shayla said, waving at the chairs in front of her desk. Angie and Rose sat in the leather chairs, and Allen took a chair from Shea and sat on it between his sister and her friend. Shea unfolded the other chair, but remained standing.

"According to the morning news, a gas furnace malfunctioned and exploded in your home at about 4:00 A.M. Both of your parents, as well as you three, were pronounced dead at the scene," she said, reading a off her computer screen. She looked at the three kids sitting in the chairs in front of her and took off her glasses. "I am truly sorry about your parents, and I realize how difficult this must be, for all of you, but in order for us to keep you alive, and to protect the lives of any friends or family members that your presence might endanger, we must let the world believe that you died in that fire."

"But my parents..." Angie started to protest, but Shayla held up a hand to silence her.

"I'm sorry, Miss..." she looked at a paper on her desk, "Miss Fuller. This is particularly unfair to you, having only been in the wrong place at the wrong time, but you must understand that you have now been marked by the Shadows. If you are allowed to leave here you will be pursued and destroyed, along with any friends or family members who happen to be with you when the Shadows come for you." She looked Angie straight in the face. "Not if they come, Miss Fuller, but when. Here, we can protect you, and by staying with us, you will also be protecting your loved ones." She stared directly at Angie until Angie nodded. Shayla put her glasses back on. She looked at Allen, then Rose, nodded, then went back to studying the papers on her desk.

"One troubling development," Shayla said after a few seconds, "our agents in charge of covering the destruction of your home reported that the body of the witch was not found on the premises."

"What does that mean?" Rose asked, shifting in her seat. Allen's face and hands suddenly felt too cold.

"We don't know," Shayla answered. "The two most likely possibilities are that she wasn't dead, woke up after your group left, and fled the scene, or that the Shadow's took her body for some reason."

"You mean she might still be alive?" Allen asked in a shaking voice.

"No way!" Angie said, emphatically. "I checked her myself. She was crushed against a wall. Dead!"

"Witches, as I'm sure you are aware, having study the craft yourself, can have magical means of healing," Shayla said. "However, we can't ignore the possibility that the Shadows took her remains. If so, there are a number of possible reasons, none of them very pleasant." Shayla went back to reading her papers. Everyone waited silently. Allen was genuinely frightened by the idea of meeting Krystal again, and he fidgeted in his seat. Nobody else moved.

Shayla breathed out a heavy sigh, flipped the papers she was reading face down, and looked again at the group in front of her.

"Take today to rest and familiarize yourselves with the operations here," Shayla said.

"I'll give them the grand tour," Shea offered.

"Fine. I'll have I.T. set up pass-codes for each of you so you'll be able to use the computer systems. Please remember that you cannot contact anyone by email or through any social networks. It is imperative that you remain undetected. Your friends and families lives depend on this."

"Can I take them to buy some clothes and a few things to make their rooms more comfortable?" Shea asked.

Shayla considered for a moment, rubbing the bridge of her nose where her glasses sat, then said, "Yes, they can spend five thousand each, but keep the trip to friendly stores only, and make certain that you are in before dark. We can't assume that the Shadows are ignorant of their whereabouts, so make sure to use every precaution."

"Of course," Shea said, nodding solemnly. She flashed a smile at the kids.

"Five thousand dollars?" Rose said.

"You're going to be here for a while, might as well make yourselves at home," Shea said, smiling again.

"Tomorrow, you'll all begin classes. I'll have Cheever work out schedules. Christopher, I assume you'll be working with your brother on weapons?" Shayla said. Chris grunted from the window, but didn't turn around. Shayla sighed again.

"I must apologize," Shayla said, "and take full responsibility for last night's tragedy." She looked from Allen to Rose, who were both confused. "Your brother warned me several days ago that the Shadows had taken an interest in your family, and I failed to recognize the extent of their determination. Normally, a single Simmeron guard can handle a dozen Shadows, but they sent several hundred drones to attack your home. Not only that, but they hired a human agent as an assassin, a possibility that I failed to even consider. Had we moved when Chris first suggested, we may have been able to save your parents. For that mistake, I am truly sorry."

The room was silent for a moment, leaving Allen feeling both sad and uncomfortable. He didn't believe that Shayla was to blame for his parents' deaths, even if Chris did.

"But you saved us, at least," Allen said.

Shayla smiled, "No, Allen. We didn't act in time. It was YOU that saved everyone there last night, not us."


ALLEN TOMBES – FIRE FROM WATER (Chapter 26)

Shea took the kids to a huge department store within walking distance of the Brashley building. Rose and Angie each picked out several outfits, and Allen bought some t-shirts, a hooded sweater, and a few pairs of sweat pants. The girls wanted to buy a hamster to keep in their room, but Shea felt certain that it wouldn't be allowed, so they settled for a huge stereo system, some posters, a few potted plants, a bookshelf, a vanity table with a lighted mirror, and two pairs of shoes each. Allen found a hand-held video game system, several DVD movies, which Shea assured him would play on the computer in his room, a new journal with a lock, and a stack of magazines. After paying for everything with a company card, the items were taken away by a store employee. Shea told them that the items would be delivered to their rooms.

Allen asked if they could go to a bookstore, but Shea said that there were no 'friendly' bookstores in the area.

"What does that even mean?" Allen asked.

"'Friendly' stores are owned by people, or creatures in some cases, that we trust. The buildings are secured by spells and other protective measures, so that we can be safe while we’re in them." Since Allen seemed to be disappointed that he couldn't buy any new books, Shea suggested that he get an electronic reader, which would work with the Old Guard's electronic library.

"You're kidding," Allen said. "The Old Guard has a digitized library?"

"Sure? Who do you think came up with the idea of an electronic library? The company is a research and development firm, after all!" she said, laughing. "And we've got to have quick access to a ton of ancient texts if we're going to keep our clients alive." Although Shea laughed as she said this, Allen was less comfortable with the concept.

After finding a top of the line electronic reader for Allen, Shea suggested that they each pick new bedspreads, pillows, and rugs for their rooms to add some much-needed color. With that task accomplished, they asked if they could get something to eat.

Shea checked her watch and, seeing that they still had several hours before sundown, pulled out her cellphone and informed Thompson that they had finished shopping and were going to grab a bite before coming back home. She lead Allen, Rose, and Angie to a cafe about half a block from the department store. The cafe, Waldo's, was dimly lit, with dark wood furnishings and deep shadows to hide in. After a nod and knowing handshake with the young, clean-cut man sitting behind the wooden podium near the entrance, the group was led to a corner booth at the back of the restaurant. Shea pulled her cell phone out again and told Thompson that they'd reached their destination, then stuffed the phone back into her pocket.

Suddenly, Rose gasped, then quickly covered her mouth.

"What is it?" Shea asked, half standing.

"That waitress," Rose tilted her head toward a blonde woman in a crisp, dark grey suit. The waitress turned toward their table, smiled, and waved at Shea.

"Oh!" said Shea, relieved and chuckling as she returned to her seat. "That's Pearl," she said, smiling at Rose and patting her arm.

Allen was confused. "What did she do?" Allen asked.

"Don't you see her? Her face, it's like a cat!" Rose said, leaning over the table toward Allen and whispering.

"I'm impressed, Rose," Shea said. "It can take months for some students to learn to see through a glamour spell as strong as Pearl's. She's not just a Shadow drone!"

Allen looked at the waitress again, really focusing. He started to feel like the room was tilting, but he kept his eyes on her. After a few seconds, her features began to soften, and her eyes grew larger and greener. Her face was suddenly covered with tawny colored fur, her hands, too. Needle-like teeth appeared beneath her puffed upper lip that looked capable of tearing through the flesh of the customers she was helping as easily as if they were cotton candy.

"I see her now," Allen said, also whispering.

"I don't see anything weird about her," Angie said, sounding desperate.

"It's okay," Shea said to Angie. "In a lot of cases that's going to make you the lucky one. I couldn't sleep for weeks when I saw a Necrosect in Italy." Everyone looked at her with blank faces. "A Necrosect is a carnage eater. Completely harmless to living creatures, but they look like giant, rotting spiders." Shea shuddered in her seat.

"I know what you mean," Rose said, looking out the window. "How am I supposed to eat dinner after seeing that!" She pointed at a woman who appeared to be walking a whippet outside the restaurant. Allen focused on the woman, but nothing happened. Then he noticed that the dog wasn't quite solid. He focused on it, and it shifted into a five-foot-long centipede, writhing and shaking its way down the street.

"Oh, gross..." Allen said.

"Yeah, with something like that, Angie, you're the lucky one," Shea said.

A waiter appeared, who Allen was almost certain was human, and took their orders. They each ate large meals and, despite being too full, Shea suggested they have one of Waldo's famous desserts to cap off the day. The kids were glad she did. The devil's food cake topped with mint ice-cream and fudge sauce was to die for!

Shea had them wait at the table while she paid, then phoned Thompson to tell him they were heading back. She led them to the door, after leaving a large tip. When they left the building, Allen saw that the sun hadn't yet set, but that the shadows were growing long and menacing.

Shea walked in front, and Allen saw Rose looking carefully at every face she passed on the two and a half block walk back to the Brashley building. Angie, moaning that she was so full that she felt sick, brought up the rear. Few people seemed to notice them as they moved briskly down the sidewalk, and Allen wondered if Shea wasn't somehow using a glamour spell to hide their presence.

When the steps of the Brashley building came into view, Allen finally drew an easy breath. He felt exhausted, and realized how nervous he had been. He saw fingernail marks etched into his palms. His fists had been clenched for the entire walk from Waldo's.

Shea was just hopping up the first few steps when Allen heard a squeal from behind him. He turned around to see Angie kneeling on the ground. She was laughing, so Allen guessed that she wasn't hurt too badly. Then he noticed the warm burn from his necklace on his chest. He bent his neck and saw that the gargoyle's eyes glowing.

"What happened?" Shea said, rushing to help her up.

"I tripped, I guess," Angie said, taking Shea's hand. Shea pulled her to her feet. Angie's face was red, and Allen saw a little trickle of blood on her neck that looked like it had dripped down from behind her ear.

"Oh my God!" Rose yelled. "It’s her!" she was pointing past Shea and Angie.

Standing less than a dozen paces from them, smiling with her mouth slightly open, was Krystal. Her face was white, lined with purple veins, and her black tongue slid across her lower lip. Her black dress blew around her as if there was a strong wind, and her eyes were completely black.

"Run! Get to the door!" Shea screamed. She pulled her phone out and hit a few buttons. Krystal floated up off the sidewalk and flew at them.

"Code three!" Shea yelled into her phone. She pulled a hidden pistol out of her jacket as the kids tore their gazes away from the witch and raced up the stairs toward the large wooden doors. One of the doors opened, and two guards in black uniforms came out, machine guns drawn.

Krystal laughed wildly, and her jagged, obsidian knife appeared suddenly in her hand. She flashed forward, knocking Shea's pistol away with her left hand, then driving her blade into Shea's shoulder with her right. Shea screamed as Krystal tore the jagged blade out, and Shea fell to the steps. She didn’t get back up.

Rose and Allen raced passed the guards and reached the doors. The guards aimed their guns and fired at Krystal, their bullets tearing through the billowing black fabric, but apparently passing harmlessly through the witch’s flesh.

Krystal laughed again, a high, horrible sound, and flew at one of the guards. Her black blade slashed through the air, tearing across the guard's throat. His eyes went wide, and his hands reached for the wound as he fell, rolling down the stairs toward the sidewalk.

Allen, watching all of this over his shoulder, stopped. He stepped away from the doors letting Angie go through.

"Come on, Allen!" Rose yelled from inside the building. Several more guards emerged from an elevator and began running down the hall toward them.

Allen saw the witch flying at the second guard, who continued to shoot, uselessly, through her. Allen took a step toward the witch, his eyes growing dark, beginning to burn with a deep blue flame. He raised an arm in the direction of the witch and said, almost in a whisper, "No." The air around Allen vibrated and he felt a rush of wind moving through him, then a wave a dark blue flame burst from his hand and arched towards Krystal. The witch's high-pitched laugh became a shriek of pain, her body convulsing in the air. She shot backward, away from the guard. She looked at Allen, her black eyes full of fury, then vanished in a swirl of fabric and black smoke.

The newly arrived guards piled out of the doors onto the steps, looking confused. They surveyed the scene, guns and swords drawn. A dark haired, female guard tapped Allen, lightly, on the shoulder.

"Please, go inside now. We can handle it from here," she said. The dark blue fire receded from Allen's eyes, but he didn't move.

Two guards moved down the steps to check on Shea, who was lying face-down, a stream of blood winding from beneath her toward the sidewalk below. The guard who had been sliced by Krystal was lying on his back. Blood poured from the huge red gash in his throat. Allen was certain that he was dead.

"Please, go inside now," the female guard said again. Allen nodded and walked back to the doors.

Rose was standing in the open doorway, looking wide eyed at Allen, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Is Shea dead?" she asked, her voice shaky.

"I don't think so," Allen said. He felt very cold. Everything that had just happened seemed far away, like he'd watched it happening, but hadn't been there himself.

"That was Krystal, wasn't it?" Rose asked. "But she's been changed, somehow?" Allen nodded. "Did you... Did you kill her?" she asked.

"No. She ran away. We hurt her, but we didn't kill her," Allen said, his voice barely loud enough for Rose to hear.

"What do you mean? Allen, what's going on?" she asked, grabbing his arm.

Allen seemed to shake himself from a dream. He looked at Rose, tears just starting to form in his eyes. "I don't know, Rose. I don't know."


[There you have it! Allen seems to be gaining power but losing control. Shea is hurt, possibly dying, and the witch has become something much, much worse! Keep your eyes peeled for the next exciting chapter!!!! (Coming whenever I get around to editing it, because the story is already finished, I’m just enjoying the serialized format!!! What do you people think?) ---RFY]

---Richard F. Yates
(Primitive Thoughtician and Grand Hoohaa of The P.E.W.)




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