Hellfire Brats (eBook)

E.M. Allen (Autor)

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2022 | 1. Auflage
212 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
978-1-6678-6298-9 (ISBN)

Infos

Shortly after moving to the St. Louis area, teenager Oliver Turner finds himself indebted to and in the employ of the mysterious Sir Nightwatch. Under the watchful eye of Nightwatch Agent Dodger, Oliver finds himself in the middle of a battle involving terrifying monsters and powerful mages.

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Oliver Turner moves to St. Louis and quickly finds himself indebted to and employed by Sir Nightwatch. Nightwatch is a small group solving all manner of cases involving magic and monsters from the shadows. Oliver finds himself under the watchful eye of Donald "e;Dodger"e; Rogers who was trained by Sir Nightwatch himself. Together they compete with Eliza Alcius, an Arch Knight of The Celestial Order and her partner Basal Knight Amelia Petrochilos. Both groups fight for the protection of the weak but have very different methods but will have to work together if they are to stop a string of arsons threatening to throw St. Louis into chaos.

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Chapter 1

Welcome to Shadowbrooke

As one volume ends, so too must one begin. That’s what was on Oliver Turner’s mind the further he got from Springfield. It wasn’t the first time he had moved from one town to another. In fact, he was returning to the town where he was born. But this move felt different. Perhaps it was the end of the summer coinciding with this move. Perhaps it was because he would be beginning his freshman year in a town where he was a stranger. Perhaps it was a feeling of nostalgia for the place his parents had met. In truth all three of these sensations coalesced into a feeling of unease for the boy.

It had been his father’s idea. Oliver had very few memories of his early life. His family had moved away from that area before he had started kindergarten. Even so, his mother still worked in Shadowbrook until she died in 2012. When that happened, he and his father moved to a smaller house in Springfield. For the last five years, his father talked about moving back up when the time was right. That time had come at the dawn of Oliver’s first year in high school. Oliver had protested of course. He had a difficult time making friends and if that wasn’t bad enough he was prone to illness. He had only just started to live comfortably in Springfield and was looking forward to attending high school with the few friends he had managed to make.

Everything was murky. The road ahead was covered in a layer of drab gray. Weather in the midwest is always fickel and ridiculous. It was the end of summer yet it felt like fall. Billy Turner was feeling the mood. The trip had started off sunny and cheery. He had been excited to make this pilgrimage back to the city. Yet he had slowly become more solemn as he drove the moving van closer to Shadowbrooke.

Billy Turner had a soft face covered in hair. His blue eyes had become increasingly hollow over forty years of his life. He quietly mouthed the words to the song on the radio as they approached their destination. It had only been a few turns off the highway before reaching their new home on Hamilton.

The house was a quaint suburban structure. The paint was fresh like an older woman’s makeup before a night on the town. The sidewalk leading up to the porch showed its age. The owners had done well to keep the cracks from engulfing the home but time was one thing no carpenter could combat against forever.

“Well, we’re here.” Billy said.

No noise could be heard from the Turners as they moved their boxes inside. They let the music of the radio be the only sound. If the outside of the house was an admirable effort to stave off the assault of time, the inside was a logbook of the prior residents. The walls were freshly painted and the relatively spacious floors were clean. But there were also stains on the carpet, old scars on the counters, chips in the ceiling tile and other such records of accidental anecdotes.

The living room was the largest room. There was a hallway on the opposite side of the room from the door. The hallway had four doors along it. The first was a bathroom. Then there were the two bedrooms. The last door was an office that could be used for any number of things. A wall separated the hallway from the dining room. Both paths met up in the kitchen. The kitchen housed a back door leading to a porch and a sizable backyard.

There was also a basement door in the kitchen. The basement itself was musty but had more than enough room for storage, laundry and a game room if Oliver was lucky.

It took us a few hours to move everything in. Oliver picked out the room closest to the bathroom and got it situated. He placed his bed in one corner. His desk with his computer, TV and games was hooked up along the wall near the door.

“I’m going to go ahead and make pizza.” His father said.

“Alright.” Oliver said as he turned on his computer. The rest of his belongings could wait another day. Night had already begun to fall and he was tired of the long day of labor.

“You need to go to bed early tonight.” His father reminded him.

“I know.”

“I’m being serious. We gotta register you for classes tomorrow.”

“I know!” The teen’s voice was more petulant.

The next day started frantically. Oliver was never a morning person. He detested coffee and didn’t like the kind of tea his father did. He also had a hard time thinking of something to wear. He settled on a plain white t-shirt and jeans. He didn’t really want to draw too much attention to himself. Being the new guy was going to be hard enough.

The school was a lot bigger than his last school. One of the secretaries handed him a map of the building, a schedule, and a list of classes he had to pick from. Oliver had to walk around the school and get his schedule figured out.

“We should probably knock the easy ones out first.” Billy said. “You have to fill out six hours of classes. One for each core subject, one elective and then band.”

“There’s only one period for band class.” Oliver said as he scanned the page. He quickly found the room number, its location and then led the way.

When they arrived in the band room there was one other family there. The father of this other family was ten-years Billy’s senior. His only noteworthy feature was the tuft of curly blonde hair atop his head. His two daughters were seventeen and fifteen respectively. The elder daughter was preparing for her third year at the school.

At a glance you wouldn’t be able to tell they were siblings. They had nothing in common. It was as if their father’s traits had been split evenly among the girls with no overlap in their appearance. The elder daughter was blonde with her father’s curly hair. She was roughly five-foot-eight-inches, making her two inches taller than Oliver and only two inches shorter than Billy. The younger girl was short, athletic with dark hair and brown eyes. Her head was round like her father’s which stood in stark contrast to the thinner jawline of her older sister. She was also the shortest person in the room, measuring at five-foot-two-inches.

It was the younger girl who first noticed the Turners’ entrance. A hint of recognition crossed her features as she nudged her father. The two older men locked eyes and both men saw their blue eyes light up.

“Tyler?” Billy was the one to break the silence.

“Is that you Billy?” Tyler said. “Long time no see!”

“Who’s this guy?” The blonde daughter asked.

“Oh, an old work friend from years ago. A friend of a friend really.” Tyler was unsure how exactly to best summarize his history with Billy Turner without dredging up some painful memories.

“Neat.” The younger daughter was satisfied enough with that explanation. She locked eyes with Oliver, sizing up her would-be classmate. Even though she was a smidge shorter than the boy, it was he who relented. He had never had much skill in talking to girls and if he were as vocal as he was honest he would have to admit that he found both girls to be quite good looking.

“I heard through the grapevine you were moving up here.” Tyler said.

“Yeah, it was time for us to get back to our roots.” Billy said. “Oh this is my son Oliver. I don’t think you ever had the chance to meet him.” He pushed me forward. “If you did it was too long for him to remember.”

“Nope never had the pleasure.” Tyler said. “You remember Brittany?” He gestured to the older girl. Oliver’s face began to redden as he was forced to take in more of her features. The word bombshell crossed his mind as his eyes gravitated up her body. The tight jeans and yellow tanktop didn’t do much to hide her features.

“And I’m Rachel Rune.” The shorter girl jumped between the curious boy and her older sister. She too was wearing jeans but the top she sported was much more modest.

“O-Oliver.” The boy stammered his introduction and shook her hand.

“So you’re new. I’m a freshman here starting this year but I have my sister to show me the ropes.” She tapped my arm.

“I’m a freshman too.” I said as I averted her gaze. Her wide brown eyes looked like they were trying to see through me as quickly as they could.

“Man, I can’t believe Brittany is all grown up.” Billy said. “And I didn’t even know you had a second kid. Does that mean…”

The band teacher stepped out of his office with a handful of forms thus interrupting the reunion. Tyler breathed a sigh of relief. Now that the Turners had returned there would be plenty of time to catch up. The past sixteen years had been filled with many blessings and curses for Tyler Rembrandt and his family. This was neither the time nor the place for such stories.

“You must be Mr. Turner.” He said. Mr. Berry the band teacher was an older African-American man who bore a striking resemblance to a walrus.

“Yeah.” Billy said.

“I take it your son plays an instrument.” Mr. Berry said.

“Yes, he played percussion in middle school.” Billy answered before Oliver could speak up.

“Can he do xylophone and other things like that?”

“Yes...I can.” Oliver answered for himself that time.

“Great! My star keyboard percussionist graduated last year.”

“Yeah, I play percussion too!” Rachel said. Oliver was not expecting the abrupt invasion of his personal space and so her sudden closeness caused his heart to skip a beat. “But I’ve never really done xylophone.”

“Well, I’ll be glad to have both of...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 18.11.2022
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-10: 1-6678-6298-7 / 1667862987
• ISBN-13: 978-1-6678-6298-9 / 9781667862989