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  The Spawn of Hate

  I would like to thank no one for this book, as I wrote it by myself in a short period of time while deployed to Afghanistan in 2013. Chances are if you are reading this in 2013 I am still there. I edited by myself which explains why it reads like it was written by a monkey with a faulty typewriter. I also do not care if you enjoy my book or not, I wrote it just to prove I could. Mommy I hope you are smiling down on me, I finally did it.

  PROLOUGE

  It all seemed so surreal to me. I was not a kid any longer at least inside anyway, but never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be hunted by those who were now after me. I must be a high value target, as I was now being chased by the very best. These guys were not the Army Rangers or anything, but they didn’t have to be. This group didn’t need any fancy equipment, they were physically gifted. It was only a team of five after me but this wasn’t any ordinary five, this was Alpha team.

  Everyone on this team had some sort of gift that the average person could only dream about. One on one, the average human didn’t stand a chance. Still I was not going to lie down and make it easy for them, if they wanted to get some, they were going to get some. I was not without my own gifts and I have an advantage, I am fighting to kill and they are only trying to capture me. If I could help it though I did not want to get into a confrontation so I ran. I knew I would not get very far before at least one of them caught up to me, but it was easier facing them one on one instead of in a group. I was going through my game plan while running, waiting for that first contact. I didn’t have to wait for long.

  I heard footsteps behind me and I stopped to meet this foe head on. My opponent was a young werewolf around my age, but she was not one of the hulking muscle bound figures from the movies, she was a runt. She was still stronger than a normal human her age but her primary skill was speed. She stopped and sized me up. I was at least a head taller than she was and I had length. I figured she would over estimate her speed advantage over me and dart in trying to slowly pick me apart. I saw her back leg twitch and she didn’t disappoint. As soon as I saw her closing the distance I set my feet and threw a straight right.

  I put all of my 166 pounds behind that punch and connected solidly to her chin. Most werewolves were a lot more durable than humans, but I put enough on that blow to make her not fancy getting another one. Her head snapped back and I was on her with a bear hug. As soon as I applied it I felt her try to power her way out of it. I smiled at her and gave her a full jolt of my electricity. Electricity is just one of the tricks I picked up. Handling me was like trying to squeeze and electric eel to death, it wasn’t going to happen.

  The werewolf went catatonic rather quickly, allowing me to get up and continue to run. This one was the runt of her pack, but I knew her alpha would be close behind so I had to high tail it outta there. I was not sure if I could beat the alpha wolf, who in addition to being a part of Alpha team had her own wolfpack. I knew the pack had business to settle with me and I was hoping it was just Alpha team and not the pack also. I found a small stream and decided to take it to mask my smell. I swam over to the other side and continued on my flight. I heard footsteps off in the distance and saw a scared deer running away. I should have watched where I was going as I caught a pretty good punch in the jaw that sent me flying.

  Standing over me was a female all of 5’2 and no more than 115 pounds. While I was at least 8 inches taller and 50 pounds heavier than she was, she was the powerhouse of the group. This was no ordinary girl, this was a vampire. Much stronger than the wolf I faced and as vicious as can be. I was curious if I could go toe to toe with a vamp but now wasn’t the time to find out. There was only one of me and she had a team she could rely on. She didn’t even have to beat me; she just had to delay me.

  I got up and ran at her full speed feigning an attack. When she crouched low awaiting my tackle I leapt over her and continued to run. Unfortunately she wasn’t fooled for long and started following me. You know the stereotype of the strong guy being slow? Not true. Try out running a bear or a lion. It will not happen. Her strength, was all over her body. Strong legs and light frame means she was one heck of a sprinter. She caught me before long, tackled me to the ground and gave me a head butt for my trouble. I tried my electrical trick but she already knew my moves. She was off me before I could give her a jolt and ran in to give me a couple of punches before running out of my reach again. I was getting tore up and I needed a plan. The next time I saw her run in, I spit my gum directly in her eye and got off a punch to her nose while she was surprised. Vampires were nowhere near as durable as a werewolf, but I had nothing on the punch and I knew it would not be long until she shook it off. I ran in to give her another blow when she caught my arm and snapped it like a twig. I went down screaming in a bunch of pain.

  “You know it doesn’t have to be this way.” The vamp started talking. “Just come back with me and I’ll fix your arm. Or you can sit there on the ground broken waiting for the rest of Alpha to show up. Hurry up and choose, come with me or face what is coming to you back at the school.”

  My arm hurt like hell but I wasn’t going to let her in on my surprise, namely I heal much faster than normal and I doubt it would take longer than a day or two to heal my arm completely. She picked me up by my collar when I decided to show off another ability of mine, teleportation.

  I could not teleport long distances. I could however teleport line of sight distances, giving me the ability to have a type of flight. I was not keen on flying in these woods however, so I looked for a tall tree to hide. I could see her looking around for me, dumbfounded. She busted me up pretty good and I knew she figured she had the fight won. I was not worried about her locating me, vampires had horrible vision in the daylight and I hid towards the top of the tree, meaning she would have to look towards the sun to spot me. Suddenly I had the feeling in my gut to teleport again quickly even though I suspected no one seen me. Good idea I play my hunches. I teleported to the next tree just as twin rays of green light slammed into the tree I was in right into the space I was in. Now things just got real, the leader of this team joined the fight.

  I teleported around a bit in the tree tops, but sooner or later I was going to get tagged and it was a long way down. I still could not see where ever the wizard was, but I could see the vampire. If I charged her, maybe I could put her in the line of fire.

  I teleported down and gave her a perfect roundhouse kick a la Cluck Dorris the famous cartoon Kung Fu hero. It staggered the Vampire a bit but I knew it wouldn’t keep her dazed for long. When she turned to face me, I poked her in the eye and started raining blows on her. I knew the wizard was behind me somewhere and I was hoping the wizard would try for a shot in the back. I had my back to him for at least three seconds, perfect time for him to line up a shot. I teleported back up the tree just as one of his bolts slammed into the vampire, neutralizing her. Unfortunately I was knocked out of my perch by another wizard, this one with the power of flight.

  I hit the ground hard and was sure I broke something, well broke something else. Normally I could take this chick in a straight up battle, but I did not have the time to waste. I could feel that my ribs were broken and I was having difficulty breathing, let alone fighting. Still, I wasn’t an easy fight. I jumped up quickly and hoped that she would try to fly to gain some distance from me and she did. I teleported away just as that familiar green light slammed into me.

  The place I teleported into was inside a cave behind a waterfall I had spotted. Yosemite had plenty of hiding areas; I just wished I found this one earlier. I was paralyzed for the time being but I had bigger worries. I under estimated this team and I should have just teleported away as fast as possible instead of getting int
o any fisticuffs. I didn’t count on the Vamp being so hard of a fight, I figured the Alpha wolf would be my main foe in a straight up hand to hand throw down and she had yet to show up. I knew taking the wizard with the lights would be tough as I have seen him take down both Vamp and wolf with little problems. We can’t help but be their enemy though, as me and their employer have a lot of bad blood between us. Not to mention I am sure I intrigue his scientific mind, as I am the last known demon on earth. Still it is hard to believe not long ago I considered some of them friends…

  CHAPTER 1

  In the Beginning

  My name is Cory, Cory Price. I will start this off at the beginning; I am a child of rape. My father, whoever he is, attacked my mother one night when she was returning from selling popcorn at the Oakland Ravers football game. He attacked her just as she was getting off the BART train in full view of the camera. Although my mother was already in a relationship, she decided to keep me even if there was a chance I wasn’t my fathers. My dad ended up marrying her anyway. Needless to say when I can vote, I’m Pro Life, probably the only pro-life democrat you know.

  My childhood was one of stares and taunts. I was much darker than the other little kids. I was as dark as an albino is white. They told me it was called melanism and it was normally only found in animals. Whatever the case it made me the butt of a lot of jokes. If people did not make fun of me for that, then they made fun of the fact that I was dressed like a kid who bought his clothes from a second hand store. I dressed the way I did because that’s where I got my clothes from.

  My parents, Rebecca and Dave Price, were hard working people, just poor. My mother had me while she was just beginning college. My grandparents were not keen on having an unmarried 18 year old daughter with a baby and told her to abort me or lose her college money. My mother chose the latter and my dad got odd jobs trying to support her. They just never seemed to get ahead. I didn’t help out their piece of mind at all, as I was a troubled kid to say the least.

  Since I was always teased, I either used comedy or my fist to get out of a situation. When I couldn’t joke my way out or someone was being particularly nasty, I would answer with my fists. I was not a large kid but if you were fighting me, win or lose you knew you were in a fight, a fight that you’d rather not have again. I was suspended more times than I could count and was threatened with expulsion once or twice. I will not say I was an angel and society made me this way. I take all the blame for my actions, I knew people didn’t pick on or make fun of someone they knew would bust you in the chops. After my last stint in juvenile hall at 15, I decided to clean up my act after being subjected to one of those scared straight programs.

  I started up school again and this time decided to put my all into it. I really didn’t hang out with anyone, just focused on my school work. Although I was down for a year, other kids left me alone because I had a well deserved reputation of fighting anywhere any time. I wasn’t trying to get into any fights this time around and people just let me be. Life had got a little easier for me and my parents became proud of the effort I was showing. They eventually came into a little money and told me they could afford for me to play a sport if I wanted. I was a fan of football, my parents not so much.

  Football started out great, although my team, the Castlemont Knights never won anything. It was still good to get out on the field and run about. I wasn’t going to get into a college based on my skill, but I had plenty of get up and go. I played from whistle to whistle. My hussle got me an okay following after some big games we had. Of course we lost them all horribly, but some coaches were impressed about how much energy I brought to the field. After one of our games, a coach from a private school approached my parents asking them for their permission for me to play for his team. My school tuition would be covered and so would the cost of public transportation and my school uniforms. All I had to do was keep my GPA above a 3.0. Most kids would have dreaded wearing a school uniform but for me I was looking at it as a godsend, no more sticking out. When the coach mention 95% of his players go on to graduate college, my parents sent me off to Bishop O Dowd Boys Prepatory School.

  This school’s football team practiced year round. Although the season was over they continued practicing as a way to stay in shape and learn all the plays by heart. It was doing a particularly late practice that I missed the final bus and had to walk home, 10 miles away and it was getting dark. About four miles from the school I saw a lady walking towards me, eyeballing me the whole way.

  As I got closer I could see she was about my height but maybe around 30 or 40 years old. Her most striking feature was that she was white as a sheet. I had never seen an albino before but I was guessing she was one of them. I figured she must be nervous seeing me on the street walking towards her, so I started to drift towards one side of the sidewalk so she could see me as not being a threat. When I shifted, she suddenly shifted and continued walking straight towards me. I shifted again and she followed suit. This chick had to be crazy. I figured I would just pass her by and continue on my way. As we got close enough to touch she reached out grabbed me.

  I turned to look at her and something was off. She had two very long teeth that appeared to be growing and her mouth was wide open. I tried to pull my arm away but she had too good of a grip and she seemed to be stronger than I thought. This time I tried hard to yank my arm away and push her back at the same time. She caught my other arm and then picked me up and slammed me into the pavement. She held me down and looked like she was going to bite me.

  I know I wasn’t going to let her get the chance. She was probably some chick hopped up on drugs. While she had her mouth open preparing to bite me, I spit the gum I was chewing directly into her mouth. That startled her enough that her grip slackened and I raised my hips and launched her over me. I really didn’t fancy beating up or getting beat up by some old lady. Either way I was sure if someone came upon the scene they would say it was my fault, that I must have attacked her. So I tore off down the street at a breakneck pace. I chanced a glance over my shoulder and she was behind me, coming up fast.

  You know the old stereotype of the stronger the person the slower they are? Not applicable here. I was a pretty fast guy, not the fastest but what I lacked in quickness I more than made up for it in agility. She however did not seem impressed as she quickly caught me from behind and tackled me to the pavement. I knew something was wrong immediately. I heard a popping noise and my shoulder hurt instantly. I was underneath her again and this time she seemed pretty peeved about the whole bubble gum thing. I tried headbutting her, but she just turned my head away and tried to bite down on my neck. I put my arm up and she bit it instead, which hurt way more than I thought it would. I tried thrashing my way from under her but that just made her angrier as she bounced my head off the concrete. Before I faded to black I felt her bite my neck and heard a distant voice telling her to freeze.

  CHAPTER 2

  Guilty as Charged

  I awoke in a hospital bed surrounded by my parents. My parents were crying and I was handcuffed to my bed. Everything was still foggy in my mind so I asked my mom what was going on.

  “Why am I chained up to this bed?” I asked my mother. My mind was still fuzzy about what happened earlier.

  “Cory”, my mom said “Why did you do it?”

  She had me confused. I remembered fighting some pale chick and trying to get away. What I didn’t remember was doing something wrong. “What are you talking about mom?”

  “Son”, my dad began “We know about you trying to snatch that lady’s purse. Could you have picked a worse target? She was a cop for crying out loud. I thought you finally were finished with doing this type of stuff. You weren’t raised this way.”

  My mind started swimming. I did not remember snatching any purses. Burglary and shoplifting was my thing, not strong arming people. Whose purse did I snatch anyway? The last thing I remembered was getting beat up on a side walk and getting bit by some chick who thought she was a vampire. />
  “Dad”, I said “I did not snatch anyone’s purse. I was attacked on the street and beat up by some lady.”

  “Yeah you sure were Son; You were beat up by the lady whose purse you stole. You lucky she didn’t kill you. That will teach you a lesson about picking on women.”

  “Dad I didn’t pick on any woman, she started with me!” I then told him my story beginning with right after I left practice until waking up here. He wasn’t buying it. I really couldn’t blame the man either, I still didn’t believe it. He told me they had a witness who saw the whole thing and who helped beat me off of the woman I allegedly attacked.

  Later on that night I was moved from my hospital bed to the infirmary at Juvenile Hall and placed in confinement until my trial. I never saw a lawyer or the woman who accused me. I wasn’t allowed to be around the other kids for some reason and a guard kept watch over me. My parents were not allowed to see or talk to me until my trial, which was only a week away.

  My trial was a farce. Since I was a minor and not facing “Detention”, but instead faced “Rehabilitation” I was not allowed any lawyer. I told my side of the story and the judge practically scolded me. The crazy albino lady, later identified as Detective Cranberry told her side of the story.

  Apparently I tried to steal her purse and then force myself on her. What nonsense, If I was going to force myself on anyone she would at least have to have some type of pigmentation and be around my age bracket. The witness she had come up with told the exact same story she had. I thought I recognized his voice as the person who was trying to stop the attack. After his testimony my parents looked heart broken. This would be my third time and this time if convicted I would be away for a long time.

  I was called a serial criminal who was getting worse with age. They said my parents could not control me and I should spend the rest of my childhood until the age of 25 in the California Youth Authority, or as the juvenile hall crowd called it; baby prison. I was found guilty as charged. As the judge was preparing to give me my sentence, my so called accuser stepped up and asked for leniency. How very big of her. Instead of jail she wanted me to go to Lionel Wilson Preparatory School for Wayward Teens in Oakland. From what I gathered it was some type of boarding school. The judge readily agreed. So I was on my way. They didn’t even let me say goodbye to my parents, just cuffed me up and took me to a car and threw me in. As if the day couldn’t get any worse, guess who my chauffeur was?