Famous (The Soul of the World Book 1) by David Skato (best book reader .txt) 📗

throws the cover from the car, revealing an older model Ford Mustang. He jumps in the car, looking for a garage door opener.

Meanwhile, Calvin initiates a “kill switch,” and the computer screen turns black with small writing crawling down the screen. He then grabs what looks like a trigger and runs towards the garage. As soon as he reaches outside, he presses the button. The entire place explodes. Dust and debris fall around Calvin as he makes his way to the car and jumps into the passenger seat.

“Go!” he ordered.

“Where’s the- Fuck it.” Dontae’ puts the car in gear and smashes through the garage door, leaving a dust cloud behind the speeding car.

The two speed off but to the left, the now fully formed Carasaca gives chase. The creature jumps on the roof of the car as Dontae’ swerves, trying to wiggle the thing off but to no avail. The creature's hand explodes through the window, sending glass flying and grabbing Calvin by the throat. The old man struggles to get the thing’s inky grip from around his neck but is so far unsuccessful. Dontae’, struggling a bit, finally manages to get his gun from his hoodie pocket and starts to fire into the ceiling, creating hole after hole in the roof as well as the creature. The creature shows sign of pain, but the holes they quickly seal up leaving no sign of injury. Dontae’ punches the gas sending himself, Calvin, and the monster jerking backward. The monster then starts to bang Calvin’s head against the shattered glass, causing blood to squirt and drip down the side of the door. The monster continues to pull and pull, banging his head over and over until the man starts to lose consciousness. Dontae’ looks on in shock, not knowing what to do. He starts to slow down the car, but it was too late. The monster snatches Calvin’s lifeless body from the car and tosses him on the side of the road like a sack of garbage.

Donate’ hits the brakes sending the car into a tailspin and causing the creature to fly forward, landing in the center of the street. Dontae’ mashes the gas running over the creature. He then places the gear in to reverse and runs the creature over a second time before coming to a complete stop with the thing a few feet in front of him. He gets out of the car and walks over to the squealing creature and trying to claw-crawl away. It takes a swipe at Dontae’ who is out of its reach. He takes the gun and fires, emptying the remaining clip into the creature who screams and shrieks with a sound that could only have been created in hell. He stomps the creature's head, smashing it completely, sending black dust in the air and inky residue splatting in the street.

“That’s for Sandy,” he thinks to himself.

The creature inks and oozes into the ground, leaving a large black spot.  Dontae’ didn’t know if it was dead or just went back to mist, but he did know this was his win.  He walks down the street back to Calvin. He kneeled and turned him over. From the odd position of his head, it appeared that the Carasaca crushed his neck when he pulled him out of the car. The man that could answer all his questions was now dead.

CHAPTER XI

Jessi was smart, and she knew that she had been followed since she stepped foot into the precinct.  She used her girly smile and her innocent eyes to appear dumb to this fact. She also used the same charm, nonchalantly buying two burner phones from a small convenience store. It had been days since she heard from Dontae’ and she was beginning to worry. She knew that he was laying low, but she didn’t expect this long of a silence. She figured he was ok because the department, especially Wilcox, was still looking for him. And the “others,” as she now called them, were following her, meaning they haven’t found Dontae’ either. Jessi followed her routine, the gym, work, the store, and home, all the while being observed. She made it to her mid-town flat and walked into the door when suddenly a man grabbed her from the back and placed his hand over her mouth. Just before she launches what would have been an epic elbow, Dontae’ whispered.

“It’s me.”

He then turned her around and held up his index finger to his lips, signaling her quiet. She obliges. Next, he air signaled something that resembled a person drawing. She recognized the sign as he wanted to write something.  She goes into the room and returns with a pen and paper. He jots down: “Meet me at your father’s house” and hands her the paper. She nods, and he slips out the door. Jessi waits impatiently, doing everything from sit-ups to biting her nails. She checks the window a few times to make sure her “tail” was in place. They were in the same spot as they were the hundred times she’s checked over the past few days. When she felt that enough time had passed, she placed her phone on the bedroom dresser and shut off the lights. She then grabbed the burner phones along with her laptop and put them into a backpack along with the gate opener. She reached under the bed and pulls out a red helmet, and straps it onto the backpack. She slowly and carefully climbs out the back window, down the fire escape, and slips unnoticed around the corner. She walks for a couple of blocks until she reaches a candy apple red Ducati Panigale. She hops on it and rides off.  The moment she crosses the threshold of the house’s entrance, Dontae’ closes it behind her.

“Sure you wasn’t followed?”

“Yes. I’m sure.” She says, startled.

He hugs her tightly, which was extremely surprising and satisfying.

“Rochelle isn’t dead,” He explains.

“Yea, I saw her on “Talk it now.” But I