Thirteen Roses Book Five: Home: A Paranormal Zombie Saga (21 page)

He wanted to go home. He wanted to go back to the Flights to Sara and his cosy chamber and his work. That had always been what he wanted, but he wasn’t so sure now. He wanted the people he’d spent the last ten days with to stay alive. He wanted the ladies to give birth to lots of tiny babies and he wanted those babies to grow up safe from zombies. And wanting all that made him want to stab himself in the face.

Worse though, or just more powerful, he wanted to spend time with Krystal. And Bayleigh. He closed his eyes again and the picture of Sophie changed, until it was Bayleigh on her knees, that same look of baffled despair on her face. When he opened his eyes, his fists were clenched so tight they shook.
 

He had time. He would wait here, at least for a few days, until he knew which way to go. Dave or Jackson would appear at some point and maybe what they brought with them would help him decide. Perhaps they would come with information that would make the difference. Or perhaps they wouldn’t.

He sighed and stepped down from the truck.
 

Thirteen Roses continues in Book Six: Despair

Two months have passed. The ladies and five of the seven are out in the peace of the countryside, soaking up the last of the autumn sunshine and finding something close to contentment.
 

Except for Bayleigh. She’s bored out of her mind and knows they can’t sit on their arses forever.
 

Then there’s Luke. Two months of sitting around and he still doesn’t have a clue what to do. And now he’s avoiding Bayleigh, instead of doing what he would have done before the Father took his balls away.
 

Jackson is preparing to hunt. He’s spoken to God and knows his mission. The path before him is clear. He is God’s will on Earth. Blah blah bla--, oh no, hang on a second. There’s something else waiting for Jackson, something quite wonderful.
 

Dave is mad. Not just a little bit bonkers. He’s several waves, in fact, he’s pretty much a sea short of a shipwreck. But that’s okay, because he’s got cereals, and the rats, and someone to blame.
 

And Alex? Well, he’s got his end away, so that’s something.
 

Two months have passed, but the future is closing in. The end game is coming, and it’s not just Luke who has to choose a side.
 

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The Spirit Room, (The Planets, book one) Superhero/Sci-Fi.
 

‘The Avengers meets Magician, The Assembly trilogy is superhero conflict on a global scale…’

An ancient cadre of magicians

A select team of extraordinary warriors

An unseen foe

As two ancient forces battle for control, reality as we know it is being torn apart. Caught somewhere in the middle, and tasked with ridding the world of the insidious alien intelligence are The Planets. Neptune hails from Rio, the gay daughter of strict catholic parents. Mars, from Ireland, still missing the sister he lost years ago. Uri grew up on the streets of New York, and Venus… well, no one knows and she isn’t telling. Imbued with extraordinary powers, these highly trained individuals take the fight across the globe. With startling and unnerving revelations at every turn, the depth of deception is only now becoming clear…’

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Chapter One: Mars

He was called Connor, before they named him Mars. He felt odd about the titles and wondered what was wrong with choosing your own. Apparently it was all about balance. Ten planets, ten agents, all with their own place, their own expertise. No prizes for guessing what his was. Of course, he could have ended up as Pluto, or Uranus, so he should be grateful.

His thoughts scattered as the wind buffeted him against the chopper’s open door. Below, the lights of London beckoned as the adrenaline began to pump. He grinned, nodding as the dulcet tones of Slayer blasted through the suit comms. The helicopter slowed as it flew out over the Thames, dropping lower until he could make out the people walking down Embankment.

He glanced back at the cockpit, where Luna gave him the thumbs up and a smile. He nodded, then turned back to the open door, facemask sliding up and sealing. The water waited, dark and choppy and he swallowed. It was a long way down; time to go. He cranked the volume until the music roared and grinned again, the vertigo fading as his anticipation of the night ahead grew. He unwrapped his hand from the strap and jumped.

Connor was confused and sick when they found him. Sick with fear of the world around him. Sick with the belief that something else was going on and he didn't know what it was. He didn't share it with anyone, or talk about it. He was too scared the doctors would look at him the way they looked at his sister Sarah when she'd shaved her head and begun talking about sub-programming of the reality field. But he couldn’t deny what was happening.
 

He watched his mother grow old, again and again. He’d catch sight of her out the corner of his eye and her face would look like a crumpled, yellowing map, like she’d aged decades in seconds. He shared his wild brown hair with her and seeing it turn grey and fall out made his stomach turn.
 

It happened more than once, enough that he kept his slate-brown eyes closed around the people he loved. That’s why he had run away. That and Sarah. They’d called her mad when she ranted about ‘parallel events across alternate realities’ and they’d locked her up. He’d believed them. He didn’t now, of course. Sarah had been entirely sane, there just hadn't been anyone to tell her that before the pills and blank walls and knowledge made death the only option.

He'd been close to that when they found him, his strong features gaunt and lined. He was living in a squat, reality crumbling around him as he saw what people were going to do before they did it. When he was a teenager, he found he knew what a girl was going to say before he asked her out. It saved on the heartbreak, but he'd been lonely. As he grew older, so the power got stronger. By the time The Assembly appeared he could see a person’s entire life stretched flat like a sheet. Making friends with someone whose death you could predict was a difficult thing to do. As was falling in love.

The lights rushed to meet him as he snapped back to the job at hand. His on-board nano tech fed him all the necessary info but he liked to be 'live' before he landed. The smart suit tightened for impact then released anti-shockers as the Thames swallowed him up. He surfaced near Wapping, dumped the air-tank and travelled rapidly inland to a small house off the high street. Approaching the door, he checked for signs of life inside and, as Luna had assured him, found none. He pushed the door open and stepped in, read out providing both infra-red and daylight-vis. His suit disengaged the helmet and gloves as he prowled. He reached the second floor and there he was, just as promised. The God before him, if God was the right term, was a Shamanic totem made physical. His power came from thousands of years of worship and sacrifice. Why he chose to appear as a squat French man was beyond Mars.

“You are Mars?”

“And you must be Apport. I have to ask, is the look your choice, or is that really how your worshippers see you?”

Apport smiled. The room around Mars swelled and stretched away from him. The door became massive and towering and before him, the totem loomed tall and powerful.

“It is not so much how my 'worshippers', as you call them, see me, but how you do. What could we learn of you that you view a God in such a way?”

“Fair enough.” Mars grinned. Maybe not the right time for those sorts of questions. The room re-shaped and he stood looking down on the Totem, although he did seem somewhat taller and rather less fat than previously.

“My bosses told me you have something we want.” Mars said.

“Indeed I do. Your bosses can be quite persuasive. This thing I give to you is not something given lightly, nor should it be taken with anything less than absolute respect. However, those you work for should also have told you that you will be performing a small job for me this evening, in return for the key to the Spirit Room.”

“I don't know anything about the Spirit Room, but if you've got the key then fire away. Hope we’ve enough time for this. Sun's up in four hours.”

“There will be plenty of time, Mars. You of all people should know that. Your task is to eliminate someone both myself and your employers wish removed from the struggle. He is a man called Edward James and is known to the country as the personal aide to the Prime Minister. He's also known in certain other circles as Jane, and shares with the Prime Minister an affinity for young boys in fishnets. He's also an agent for The Unseen. You will find him in 10 Downing Street. There's a private party there this evening so you are also welcome to take photos should you wish to create some chaos, assuming your masters wouldn’t mind.”

“They're not my masters. And would you rather chaos or The Unseen's version of order?”

Apport blinked. It only registered because it was the first time he had. Mars could live in this world forever and still never get used to the crazy shit he dealt with. He was having a conversation with a God and was about to break into the seat of power in England to kill someone he knew nothing about.

“Seems like a win-win to me. We’d have done this anyway, so why do you want this guy killed?” Mars asked.

“I dislike people who prey on children. He has been going further afield to find his more recent 'dates'. The PM and he enjoyed a boy who had recently emigrated from America, from a Native American family. Unlike the Christian God people here profess to love, the love of my people means more than simple supplication and goes both ways.”

“This guy steps on your turf and you retaliate. Seems reasonable.”

“I am glad. In that case, you should be off. I will be here when it is done.”