Best Fiction on Steemit! JACKED, End of Book One of The Origin Dime Chronicles, and a Preview of Book two, Car Jacked!
The End of Book one and a preview of the first chapter of book two, Car Jacked! Don't miss this one!
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The Rabbit seemed to leap from the roadway and instantly everything around them became brilliant white. The force of the jump pressed them back in their seats. The Car shook violently.
After what felt like days, the Rabbit slowed and the familiar white, with purple stripes roadway appeared. This time, however, they were inside a tunnel. A sign with lighted letters read, “Toll booth ahead. All drivers stop for toll." Then a second line; “Toll to be assessed by attendant."
“What does that mean?” Jack asked.
“I don’t know; I've never been here before either.” Madison shrugged, peering through the windshield to make out the tollbooth ahead.
Jack slowed the rabbit. “I thought you grew up in this world, had Aedapts for parents, even.”
They pulled up in front of a small guard shack. The structure was bricked with windows on all sides and a peaked roof. It looked ancient.
“I did, but we didn’t exactly have a trans-dimensional transport sitting in our garage for family vacations,” Madison snapped.
A small, heavyset woman with large ears and a thick nose came from the shack. She wore a suit that reminded Jack of the WACS uniforms in old WW2 movies.
“This should be interesting.” He said, powering down the Rabbit.
Chapter 1
Jack struggled hard against the two noshers. One stood on each side of the wooden chair as they forced him into it. A third stood behind him. He could feel the hard edges of the zip ties cut into his wrists as they bound his hands behind the back of the chair.
Across the room, only four feet away, Madison was suffering the same fate. They strapped her elbows to the sides of her chair. Then her ankles, and finally one of them pulled a thick black hood down over Madison’s head. He’d barely known the girl for a day, but what happened to her already mattered to him more than his own safety.
Jack pulled against the chair, his elbows and ankles seemed securely fastened. “Damn it! Let her go,” he screamed. “I have the key; I’m the one you need. Let her go and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.” He meant it, the Imagoes, the Shadoes; it wasn’t his fight. Just two nights ago, Jack had been planning a trip to Vegas to celebrate his twenty-first birthday, now he was held hostage by trans dimensional, mind-controlled thugs over something he barely had anything to do with, except being born an Aedapt, a gift he didn’t fully understand.
The Nosher behind Jack laughed. Jack recognized the voice from a night that felt years ago. It was Jake. This was the one who had crawled in through the drive-thru window of his restaurant, The Mad-Cow Burger Shack, the night his life got turned upside down to begin with. This was the one Jack had recently left in a ditch in a puddle of his own puke after stealing back a thumb drive from him that Jack now had dangling from a string inside his shirt.
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Fantastic work, Mark. Taking a lot of writing tips from your unique style and format.
Master of fiction, very well done, sir!
Thanks Ezzy, this is something I'm a bit afraid of, training my own competition! LOL I've done it in other aspects of life too.
Lol, I believe there's room for us all here, my friend.
As always, can't wait for your next post. :)
i wouldn't have it any other way, at heart I am a teacher!