Kindle Edition
Amazon
Misery Saves the Night
Category:
Fantasy
ISBN-10: B007HEK084
Type: Fiction
Pages: 265
When all she wants to do is live in peace, young Recarie is dropped into a world where she is relentlessly hunted for the power she possesses.
In a world divided by humans and humans with supernatural abilities, a girl seemingly falls out of the sky one night into a country stuck in the same routine for four decades. This young girl shakes up the country of Disten by being the first supernatural ability human in their land to not have been born there... And by killing an entire squad of their governments, the Nation Security of Super Humans, or the NSSH for short, best soldiers while in a power induced trance. Waking up in a hospital the following day, she is strapped to a hospital bed with no memory of her life before that moment. From that moment on, she fights for her freedom while trying to recover her past. Her quest takes her half way across the world where she tries to find peace only to have her past come back for her, literally. Friends turn to enemies and enemies turn into friends as she fights for her freedom and struggles between what is right and what her heart wants.
Excerpt
The girl everyone had been talking about was nothing more than mere flesh and bones strapped to a stretcher. Her long mauve hair hung loosely over its side. Both her hair and body was covered in dirt, sweat, and the damp morning air. She looked uncomfortable like she had just crawled out of a sewer as she slid all over the stretcher. But no one seemed to give the girl any mercy or pity. All they wanted was to try and salvage what body was left of hers for medical testing.
An ambulance zone for special cases, like the one they were dealing with, was coming up fast. In its door way stood several Combat teams. Each one stood ready for this girl’s arrival and kept track of each move the ambulance made. They were dressed in dark black t-shirts and denim jeans with the same sturdy, determined look on each of their faces.
“I heard she took out two teams of the best ability enabled humans that NSSH has in its employment.” One officer chattered to his teammates.
“Yeah.” Another one started all while keeping his stance and eyes on the approaching vehicle. “Plus a dozen high ranking government members. She even got General Harold of Division three.”
The young men oowed and awed at every little piece of information they feed each other, whether the information be true or just tall tales and rumors. This young girl was on the grid for less than seven hours and their whole continent seemed to know of her existence.
For the rest of the ride the ambulance was quiet. Cirri was busy writing down the 'new' information that Trey and Ian had so easily given to him. As for Trey and Ian, they were having a conversation about what really did happen that night. Luckily, for the pair, they both were psychic and they could talk freely without anyone not involved in the chat sticking their noses where they did not belong.
“Why did you make me lie, Trey? You know they could have us murdered for this?” Although Ian was a terrific liar, at heart he was still too pure for his own good.
“Easy. Ease on up little man. I started the lie and you followed with it. Not once did I force you to do anything you didn't want to. Therefore, I owe you no explanation of my actions.” But Trey had just given his explanation for everything he had done that night.
It was just like Trey, employed to the NSSH, but a true loner at heart. He knew how far he could push the government before they started to push back.
Being born a Hunter had afforded him with an ability not many other super powered humans were given. But this ability was not supernatural, more political than anything. With the title of a Hunter, he was able to travel where ever he wanted with almost unlimited access to any part of the nation. No checking in to any of the higher ups and not being confined to a Zone. Trey chose his path for freedom and not to help his country, although that sometimes happened along in the job.
Ian stopped their little conversation, they were right up at the front entrance of the hospital and he had to go over the lies he had told to Cirri in case someone would ask him to repeat it.
“Justine!” One name popped into his mind. “Oh no, I will have to explain this all to her. Ugh!” He groaned at the thought.
Cirri was too busy finishing his report to notice they had almost reached their stop. His companions had already gotten out of their seats and were ready to jump out the back door as soon as the vehicle parked, or even before that. Trey was still unsure how fast and how much he wanted out of that tin death box with wheels. After all, he did prefer walking to riding any day. Ian, on the other hand, only wanted to get over with whatever was coming next.
Eek! The ambulance pulled to a screeching halt. Cirri dusted off his deep navy blue suit and put all of his papers in a black leather suitcase. Without warning or assistance, Trey turned the handle and hopped out of the back door leaving his foot prints burning in the cement below. Ian was a little more hesitant in jumping from the back of the ambulance and over Treys newly formed foot prints. After having failed to put out the fire himself, he summoned all the courage his lean body held and crawled off the ambulance, passing right by the ever shrinking flames.
With his company gone, Cirri poked his out the door and was surprised to see that no one was there to greet them. Where the help was were busy getting Lieutenant Sean out of the ambulance in front of him. Having sustained critical injuries they had to take great care not harm him further. The Healers exhausted themselves doing everything they could to patch up Sean, but Healers really do not have too much energy to begin with.
Ian was right by his superior’s side as he was taken into the hospital, wishing he could have done more for Sean. The lieutenant was Ian's mentor and being an orphan, Sean was also the only father figure he had ever known. He followed the surgeons and Healers taking care of Sean onto the elevator.
“Is he going to live?” Ian shook a surgeons white sleeve.
“Huh?” The man who Ian had been bugging turned and stared wide eyed at the boy. “Who are you and how did you get here.”
He placed a gray bony hand on Ian and in less than a second, Ian was back on the first floor. Ian grabbed his head with both hands, trying not to tip over.
“Ugh.” His head was still spinning after being transported, another form of psychic abilities. “A warning would have been nice.”
Even though this was not his first time experiencing the effects of transporting via psychic ability, Ian had never been one to hold too well to the feeling of all his particles dispersing and then reconfiguring themselves. He leaned to his left, and then put all his weight into his right side unbalancing his stance.
|
