The AOA (Season 1 : Episode 2)
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After barely surviving her first day with the AOA, Becca’s abilities are called into question. Sidelined from duty while recovering, she’ll soon learn that salvation from superhero life comes with additional responsibilities. When it comes to the requirements of school and work, there are no days off.
A sinister stranger arrives as Ardenwood struggles with a possible serial killer, one targeting strovians. Those who hide in the shadows continue to manipulate the playing field and, as the body count rises, Becca will be forced to work alongside Blister, a homicide investigator sure to get under her skin. Solving crime is hard enough but when each step could ultimately seal her fate, she’ll find that tough decisions can sometimes lead to horrific outcomes.
Can she prove her worth and help uncover the killer’s identity before it’s too late or will she too find herself in the crosshairs of the Reclaimer, Ardenwood’s newest deliverer of destruction? Out of the frying pan and into the fire, the night shift has never been deadlier.
Kester James Finley
Kester James Finley is an author of paranormal and supernatural urban fantasy books. His work includes "The Keeper Chronicles" series and a fantasy superhero novella series titled, "The AOA".Living in Florida, Kester grew up in the backwoods of Zephyrhills. The country life with its slower pace, and its mix of colorful characters eager to share, inspired him to write.Fascinated by the supernatural, he has spent time studying the paranormal and its history while enjoying the world of superheroes and magic. He is a proud geek, a lover of comics, a horror-film junkie, and a damn good role player.He currently resides in Spring Hill whiling away the hours writing, trying to figure out what he wants to be when he grows up, what to have for dinner, and trying to solve the mystery of life beyond the veil.Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/kesterfin/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorkesterfinTwitter: @kesterfinAllAuthor: https://allauthor.com/profile/kesterfin/Blog: www.kesterfin.comEmail: kesterjamesfinley@gmail.com
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The AOA (Season 1 - Kester James Finley
The AOA (Season 1 : Episode 2)
Kester James Finley
Published by Kester James Finley, 2020.
Disclaimer:
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either drawn from the author’s imagination or are used merely for fictional purposes. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Copyright 2020 by Kester James Finley
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***
Acknowledgements:
To Joe- Always my favorite superhero. Much love.
Chapter 1
She cried out, makeup streaking her face. Please, no. Why are you doing this?
Laying on the ground weakened, her body glowed a faint light blue as he towered over her. Fallen leaves clung to her damp clothes, some breaking free and pirouetting across her midsection in the breeze as she lifted her dirty hands in defense. Her purple sweater now stained and torn; her beige mini skirt smeared with mud, were holding on by a thread both victims of a feeble attempt to escape.
He had tracked her since she had left the library. Out into a night air energized and primed for hunting, he had lingered within the shadows as she had casually strolled down the sidewalk taking in the sky’s starry offerings. Oblivious of his eyes, his slinking about, she reached her car and left the area. It hadn’t stopped him, it never did. After a planned bout of car trouble, she found herself alone on the side of the road without a clue her perceived savior would also be her destroyer pulling up alongside her.
She caught on quick enough, he had been quicker. Believing slipping from his grasp and racing across the street into the dark woods would offer her safety and protection, she had fled. It had never before, it wouldn’t now. All part of the plan, all part of the game. His power could easily locate them, tools of the trade assisted beautifully by draining away some of their energy, weakening them. It was a bonus, a most delicious addition uncovered entirely by accident in pursuit of his ultimate goal. The hunter, the prey, the chase.
He stepped on her ankle with his black boot pinning her from scurrying away. Bone crunched under his weight, a satisfying testament to humankind’s fragility regardless of any special evolutionary bonuses. This would not be the extent of his attack; she knew as well as her agonized screeching soon gave way to hysterical sobbing. As she flailed about trying to escape, he knew there wasn’t one. There never was, and there never would be.
Why…
She moaned out in pain gasping for air. Why…
I think you know why, Sharon.
My… my name isn’t… I’m Ellen… please…
she mumbled shaking her head in confusion.
Of course, it is, Sharon,
he corrected giving her an impish grin.
He tapped her free foot with his long black cane as she tried miserably to jerk it away. Twisting a silver cap at its end, he pulled free a thin hidden blade from the inside cavity reflecting her frantic eyes, the twinkling stars, and the moon above in its silvery metallic finish.
Please… no…
I hereby reclaim what was taken, I reclaim what was lost.
He raised the blade to the sky. By the Church of the Reclaimer, I take back the power which was granted to you. I denounce your existence, refute your being for the sake of all humanity.
She struggled no more as he brought the blade down into her sternum, felt it pass through flesh and muscle, chip bone as it plunged deeply to the ground under her. She was still alive when he slid it from her bleeding torso and quickly slashed down to her navel and across the underside of her breasts as if the blade were made of pure energy, razor-sharp intent easily able to carve through fabric and skin as if both were composed of nothing more than air.
The warmth of her insides bubbled up and spilled across her chest, pooling underneath her still body. The moon above appeared to shy away from the scene as it hid behind some drifting clouds spooling darkness around them both. His glowing bright gray eyes stared down. With flickering evil and madness, they admired the handiwork.
He slung the blade downward freeing it of any collected wetness. Watching her lifeforce fade, the once pale glow of blue which had led her to this fate diminished as shadows crept across her still open eyes. She was no more.
Sliding the blade back into the cane, he twisted its top and tapped it twice on the ground. Bending down, he checked her pulse with a gloved hand ensuring the deed was done. Her body’s muffled wet gurgling sounds quieted; silence enveloped them both. Her head lolled to the side; her eyes becoming globes of white.
He ripped her necklace free raising it upwards and inspecting it. The earrings would remain, a parting gift of now useless trinkets. They had served their purpose, their energy spent. Standing up, he took in the necklace’s rounded blue gemstone dangling from its long silvery chain. The power was still there, a recharge would be required. The simplest of designs, the easiest bait.
Another one down, a town needing to be cleansed. A man on a mission, a fox in the hen house.
***
This isn’t working for me anymore, Harold,
she had told him then at the front door, her hand already opening it. A medium-sized suitcase stood ready by her side. We’ve talked this to death. I should have done this months ago, I’m leaving.
He didn’t respond as she slammed the door and left. She was right, the talks hadn’t helped, and nothing had been resolved. Listening from the top of the stairs, he heard her car trunk slam down followed by the tires catching traction on the gravel driveway as she sped away. The house pressed its sudden silence against him mocking his broken heart, a spouse forever altered.
She had changed over the past several months. He had noticed it the first moment her head turned slightly from his approaching kiss only to land on a chilled cheek. He had played it off, had tucked it away in his head attaching the simplest of explanations for her sudden shift in behavior. He continued to stay too busy at a local jewelry store making antique replicas and hiding his secret to think about his marriage falling apart. She continued to grow colder and more distant bridging the gap towards his naivety.
Never one to automatically suspect adultery, he played his part. Smiling through the doubts, he actively participated in the charade. Menopause, he had once thought, was an easy cop-out or something else requiring a doctor’s appointment and medical explanation. There were many possibilities, many chances for his heart and head to avoid what he feared, to gloss over his world splitting in half.
Casual conversation during dinner as they watched the strovian issues play out on the television had kept their interests instead of addressing their own. As information developed and news stories were delivered, the tension between them smoldered. Soon, quiet dinners at home could not hold back the dark current of changing ideals, mixed feelings, and the fading light of love as it flowed mercilessly over the interwoven fabric of their lives.
Eventually, what little remained salvageable broke free flooding their lives with the realization a change was needed. As the distant town of Ardenwood became a considered Eden for any strovian seeking asylum, it also marked the breaking point for the crumbling foundation of their union.
He had hired a private investigator a few weeks prior and had known in his heart what would be found. She was cheating, it was clear as the black and white photos he had slid from a sealed envelope he had found in his mailbox. A man, a strovian with some hovering or flying ability had taken a liking to her, and she to him along with the sudden opening doors of opportunity.
The next night, during dinner more akin to a funeral, he had casually tossed the photos across the table. Hoping she would cry and apologize or run back to him rekindling their love for eternity, he was taken aback when she did neither. He watched in amazement at her shifting reaction as pictures of secret lovers holding hands, kissing, bottom grabbing, and getting cozy in various locales slid across the table in a damning spread under the yellow kitchen lights.
The snake rattled its tail briefly before fangs dripped with venom exposing her true nature. She let it all out, the months, the weeks of her adulterous affair. Love was mentioned, the boredom of living a humdrum life a paltry excuse. She craved attention, the spark, the thrill of living with a strovian. She poisoned the air mentioning their secret lovemaking being glorious rockets exploding over an ocean while comparing her time with him, her husband, nothing more than quick naps under an itchy quilt. The words hurt, the nails hammered into his self-worth, bleeding away memories.
He had tried to counter; had tried to talk her down from leaving. There was no use, she had made up her mind to run away to Ardenwood with her new beau. They were to start anew in safer territory for him, a previous life erased for them both. Watching her pack, any discussion had been useless. She was done, he was finished.
Had she stayed; she would have known. He too had been gifted with the same evolutionary markers linking all strovians. His power was nothing fancy or flashy, nothing dangerous or destructive. He was a locator, someone who could easily find those much like himself.
Soon came the feelings of abandonment, the emptiness, the struggle to contain the rage and hatred growing inside him at her departure. He discovered new ways to quench the desire for revenge, for control. Nervously awaiting the possibility of random teleportation to Ardenwood based on the information from several news outlets concerning the government’s secret research facility, he took the time to learn, develop, and train as the days scrolled into months while inching their way through years.
Nothing ever reached through space and time to claim him, nothing delivered him to the middle of nowhere sans clothing or in the process of eating dinner. He decided it probably never would, a considered minuscule threat in a vast sea of potential danger. Another punch in the gut of feeling like a minnow surrounded by sharks. If only they knew, if only.
The radio station briefly paused its continuous rotation of 60’s hits to provide an