Chapter 1: Dreams Turned to Nightmares

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Jason Weston glanced around the room as he stood up from the floor, wincing at the intense pain radiating out from his broken ribs and many gashes and bruises. Blood was splattered everywhere. Bodies of both friends and foes were scattered all over the floor, about seven just in that room. The entire clan was getting slaughtered.

Jason had come there to have a meeting with his life-long friend Carter Davenport, leader of the Lagun clan, to discuss what they were going to do to defeat Ian and his movement. They had been ambushed by the very group they were planning to attack.

“Jason!” Jason turned toward the source of the voice that called his name. He saw Carter staggering over to him, blood gushing out of a huge hole in his chest. He collapsed into him, and Jason slowly lowered him to the ground.

“Take it easy, Carter,” he said softly. They heard more fighting from all around them, above, below, and beside, but the room they were in was empty.

Carter was spitting up blood, his skin pale. “Jason listen to got to get out of here...If you stay he’ll find out all about you and Grace, about Ali and Sam...” Carter was struggling to breathe. Blood was seeping out of his chest and bubbling out of his mouth.

“Carter I can’t just leave you here. We could still win this!”

“No, Jason, we can’t!” Carter said earnestly. “Beth, Rodger, and Kate are all dead! They are the only ones besides us urging the others to fight this fight. Now that they’re gone, and I’m going to die, they have no one to stop them from giving up. It’s over. Now get out before he kills you.” Carter barely had time to say that much before his eyes closed, his muscles relaxed, and his chest stopped rising.

“Carter?” Jason asked, teary eyed, even though he knew it was over. Jason looked up, glancing around the room, a stray tear escaping from the corner of his eye and rolling down his face. He looked down at Carter’s motionless form, and muttered an apology. Then he rose to his feet, wincing and grimacing in pain, and started towards the door, leaving his dead best friend behind.

Once outside, he staggered painfully to his car and climbed into the driver’s seat. He started the car and drove off, angry and hurt, in more ways than one. He drove aimlessly for a while, unsure where he was going. He couldn’t go home. There was a possibility of Ian tracking him down, and he couldn’t let his family get mixed up in this.

Eventually, he pulled over to the side of the road and took out his cell phone. He took a deep breath and called Grace, his wife.

“Hello?” she answered the phone on the second ring.

“Grace, it’s me,” Jason said, still exhausted.

“Jason? What’s wrong? What happened?” Grace asked, concerned.

“Carter’s dead. Ian killed him. He and his people wiped out practically the whole clan. I can’t come home. I can’t let you and the kids get involved in this.”

“So what, you’re just going to leave town?” Grace was near tears.

“I have to.”

“But Sam already knows you. He knows what you know. You can’t just abandon him! Ali might be ok, but Sam...”

“I already thought of that. Tell him I went on a trip. I’ll come visit him every once in a while, teach him everything he needs to know. Eventually he’ll come help me.”

“What about Ali?”

“It’s better if she doesn’t know. Let her have a chance at a normal life. Sam already knows too much to be truly normal.”

“Jason you can’t just leave.”

“I won’t be across the country or anything! I’ll be with my clan. It’ll be just like always, except I won’t come home at night, and we’re going to relocate a little bit. I promise you, nothing will happen to you. But I have to go.”

Grace paused. “ safe...I love you...” She was choking up, crying openly.

“It’s not goodbye forever. I’ll see you soon. I promise,” He reassured her. It was killing him to leave his family, but he had to do it. He had to protect them.


“Alright, I have to go. I love you, and I’ll see you soon,” Jason said, trying desperately to keep his voice steady. For the most part he succeeded.

“Bye,” Grace whispered.

“Bye,” Jason said. Slowly, he hung up the phone and set it down on the passenger seat. Pain and anger consumed him. He suddenly lashed out, slamming his hands down on the steering wheel. Instantly, he regretted it, pain shooting through his body. He slumped down in his seat, the day and the reality of what exactly happened starting to sink in. His best friend was gone. A lot of good, innocent people lost their lives for no real reason other than greed and power. He could never go home, hug his wife, play catch with his son, or scare the crap out of his daughter’s first boyfriend on their first date. Not without endangering their lives.

If it wasn’t before, now it was definitely war. He would take down Ian Holt and take back everything he stole from him.

Jason took a moment to compose himself, then picked up his phone again, calling some key members of his clan, telling them what had happened, what they were going to do, everything. Then, ignoring the pain, he got back on the road, heading for the clan’s new “home base” location. He couldn’t go to a hospital. Hospitals reported things like this to cops. Jason and cops didn’t mix together very well.

As he drove, his thoughts were consumed with his friends whom he had just seen die before his eyes, his best friend, his family, and most of all, the man who made all of it happen. Ian Holt. It was then that Jason vowed that if it was the last thing he did, he would get revenge.

Submitted: April 15, 2012

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