The Righteous Storm- Prologue/Chapter One
Prologue
The year was 1732 in a small settlement in Massachusetts just north of the legendary colonial province of Salem. The little village’s name was Madson. With the Salem witch trail going on only a few miles away word spread about the black arts all around the new world. Madson in a panic started in follow Salem’s footsteps and held their own witch hunts and trials. These witch hunts were headed up by the town preacher, an evil man who went by the name Hugh Wilson. Preacher Wilson was a black haired man with a muscular build and the coldest eyes of blue. He had an eerily dark complexion and stood as big as a tree at 6’2. Preacher Wilson had become a preacher to hold power over weak impressionable people. He believed it was gods will to put him in the position and he was doing god’s bidding.
For many months the preacher and his faithful parish had been responsible for the deaths of many innocent women accused of being witches. Preacher Wilson took great pleasure in the executions. On last occasion a woman was crucified to a cross and asked to repent her sin by Hugh. “Denounce the Devil and ask for Christ forgiveness!” ordered Mr. Wilson.
“You are the one who should be begging you blasphemous coward! I will never give in to you!” screamed the woman on the cross.
The woman hanging by her bloody wrist and ankles from where the nails had been driven through, she was a pale skinned, blonde haired woman who was very beautiful. “Mind your tongue witch and beg for our and gods forgiveness.”
“GOD! GOD! GOD IS DEAD AND YOU…ALL OF YOU HAVE KILLED HIM! YOU MURDER INNOCENT WOMEN IN HIS NAME!” wailed the woman who’s name was Mary Jefferson.
“Do not attempt to make a farce claim of innocents for yourself.” yelled the Preacher angrily.
“I make no claim for myself I’m talking about all the others. I am in fact that which you fear. I am the thing you call a witch. But the others… every single one was innocent and you murdered them… AND NOW YOU MUST PAY!” screeched Mary in visible pain (The loose of blood was critical at this time it would be minutes until her death.)
“You HUGH WILSON are to blame for this and for that you must be punished.” Mary’s eyes rolled up in her head revealing only the whites, she began to chant a dialect unknown to this day “Klato Verato Nictar”.
“What is this gibberish you speak witch? STOP IT! STOP IT NOW!” ordered Hugh, but it was to later the spell had been cast and there was nothing more he could do.
“Now you will be trapped for all eternity. Stuck in purgatory unable to move, unable to speak, unable to do anything except think… think of all your sins and all the lives you have taken away.” Mary said weakly. As she finished her heart stopped beating and she was dead.
While she hang dead the spell had started taking effect. Hugh was becoming lucid. His body fading, his sense leaving him, he became trapped in the clouds. The clouds became his jail, his prison. He stay locked in this purgatory for generations. The only thing he could do was think, think and go crazy. Hugh did go crazy. He spent over 200 years unable to even feel a single sensation until one day the magic broke. He was still in the clouds but he could feel, he could interact with the physical world, even worse he was a homicidal supernatural creature now that had the power to kill all he wanted to under the cover of the storms in the clouds he traveled in.
Chapter ONE
Present day Florida in a small town on the United States coast which gave the city its name. The city named New Smyrna Beach is a normal little city like a hundred others in the United States. A report is in from Georgia saying that at least ten people are dead due to a storm. There causes of death are varied from drowning to decapitation. This report emanates from a radio set up in a kitchen of a two story red brick house with a high pitched roof. In the kitchen with the radio is a mother preparing breakfast for her family. She is a woman of 43 with dark brown hair and brown eyes and stands a non threatening 5’3. Her skin has started to winkle but she tries to hide this with makeup. Her name is Betty. From behind Betty enter a short, tubby man which dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. “Hey honey” the man says as he descends down the stairs.
“Oh good morning Larry” replies Betty. “Breakfast is ready. Pancakes and eggs.”
“Sounds wonderful.” Larry exclaims.
Just as the two sit down for breakfast the couple’s children come downstairs ready to start the day. Their son Eric is leading the way. Eric is a tall man of 18. He has black hair and green eyes. He has a regular build and is a bit of a sloppy dresser. By looking at him you would never guess Larry is his father. Behind Eric follows his little sister Nicole. Nicole is a girl of 16 and is a striking image of her mother. The same hair, eyes, and height. Nicole is a bit high maintenance. She enjoys expensive things and loves to go shopping.
“Move it!” orders Nicole at her brother impatiently.
“Chill out, it’s way too early for you’re bitching at me this morning” reports back Eric while he whips the remnants of crust out of his eyes.
“Eric watch your mouth young man!” Eric’s mother says. “You know better than to speak like that in this house.”
“Sorry mom.” apologizes Eric. “So what’s for breakfast this morning?”
“Pancakes!” answers Betty replies to her son.
“Ummm! Placenta! You got to love placenta.” says Eric with a grin on his face.
“Excuse me! What did you say?” inquires the boy’s mother.
“Placenta. Pancakes. In Latin placenta means pancakes.” Eric states to his inquisitive mother.
“Well at least you’re learning something in school. Even if it is placenta.” jokes back Larry.
“School? I didn’t learn that in school Kenny told me that while we were at Denny’s on night. We laughed our asses off. All night long placenta this and placenta that.” Eric responds to the absurd assumption of his father.
“You and your friends.” Betty says visibly annoyed with her son’s antics at the table.
Betty puts down a plate in front of each member of the family. Each plate contains two pancakes and a serving of eggs. On Larry’s plate the eggs are sunny side up while the children have scrambled. Betty has eggs over easy. The family starts to eat their breakfast in quiet. Eric a particularly fast eater is the first to finish his food. He stands up and puts his plate in the sink then thanks his mother for the food and starts to head out the door to go to school.
“Eric wait!” yells his sister. “Can you give me a ride today?”
“Ah! Well hurry up then.” Eric responds a little irritated.
The two children head out the door and jump in Eric’s 1989 grey Dodge Dynasty. The car is a little run down but runs pretty well. As Eric starts the car and the CD player begins to play the disc already in the stereo. The CD playing is that of Billy Idol’s Greatest Hits.
“How can you like this old stuff” Nicole complains about the music blaring from the speakers.
“How can you not like Billy FUCKIN’ Idol? Billy Idol kicks ass!” states Eric. Then he begins to sing along with the record. “It’s nice day for a white wedding…”
“Your nuts you know that right?” Nicole says in a joking manner to her brother.
Eric continues to sing as he pulls into a driveway. “Okay you gotta get in he back. Kenny gets shotgun.” Eric orders his sister.
Kenny runs out the door to the car and is engulfed by the music. Instinctively he raises one fist and raises a corner of his upper lip imitating Mr. Idol. Kenny is a stocky guy with black hair and brown eyes. He stands an average height a 5’11. The two boys laugh for a moment then Eric turns the volume down on the stereo.
How are you doing today man? Eric asks Kenny.
“I’m good, well except for going to school but other than that I’m fine.” answers back Kenny. “So why is your sister here today?”
“She needed a ride I guess” explains Eric.
With curiosity satisfied Kenny turns the volume on the stereo back up as the car rolls down the road to the next stop. It is another driveway this time a chubby guy with brown hair and eyes with a baseball cap on. He is a tall guy at 6’3. His name is Matt. As he enters the car Kenny always the joker says “What’s up fat fuck?”
“Nothing. I’m tired as fuck though.” Matt simply says.
Eric turns the car around and heads for school. The school which the boys would call “The Conformity Institution” is named New Smyrna Beach High School.
As they park and get out of the car Matt mentions the storm that had been on the news that killed about a dozen or so people in Georgia as he looks toward the sky.
“Ha! You gotta be a dumb shit to be killed by a god damn storm. I mean come on you know its coming. It’s a fucking storm.” Kenny coldly states.
“Yeah I guess but people were decapitated…how did a storm do that?” ask Matt insecure about his statement.
“I don’t know maybe glass shattered and the wind made it fly through someone’s neck.” interjects Eric.
“Yeah that a reasonable explanation” sarcastically states Kenny.
“Well hell I don’t know I was only trying to come up with an explanation.” defends Eric.
The bell to start the schools day rings as the boys argue. Other student move about frantically trying to get to class on time.
“Fuck it guys we gotta get to class.” Matt orders.
The boys part ways and go to their respective first period classes.
The year was 1732 in a small settlement in Massachusetts just north of the legendary colonial province of Salem. The little village’s name was Madson. With the Salem witch trail going on only a few miles away word spread about the black arts all around the new world. Madson in a panic started in follow Salem’s footsteps and held their own witch hunts and trials. These witch hunts were headed up by the town preacher, an evil man who went by the name Hugh Wilson. Preacher Wilson was a black haired man with a muscular build and the coldest eyes of blue. He had an eerily dark complexion and stood as big as a tree at 6’2. Preacher Wilson had become a preacher to hold power over weak impressionable people. He believed it was gods will to put him in the position and he was doing god’s bidding.
For many months the preacher and his faithful parish had been responsible for the deaths of many innocent women accused of being witches. Preacher Wilson took great pleasure in the executions. On last occasion a woman was crucified to a cross and asked to repent her sin by Hugh. “Denounce the Devil and ask for Christ forgiveness!” ordered Mr. Wilson.
“You are the one who should be begging you blasphemous coward! I will never give in to you!” screamed the woman on the cross.
The woman hanging by her bloody wrist and ankles from where the nails had been driven through, she was a pale skinned, blonde haired woman who was very beautiful. “Mind your tongue witch and beg for our and gods forgiveness.”
“GOD! GOD! GOD IS DEAD AND YOU…ALL OF YOU HAVE KILLED HIM! YOU MURDER INNOCENT WOMEN IN HIS NAME!” wailed the woman who’s name was Mary Jefferson.
“Do not attempt to make a farce claim of innocents for yourself.” yelled the Preacher angrily.
“I make no claim for myself I’m talking about all the others. I am in fact that which you fear. I am the thing you call a witch. But the others… every single one was innocent and you murdered them… AND NOW YOU MUST PAY!” screeched Mary in visible pain (The loose of blood was critical at this time it would be minutes until her death.)
“You HUGH WILSON are to blame for this and for that you must be punished.” Mary’s eyes rolled up in her head revealing only the whites, she began to chant a dialect unknown to this day “Klato Verato Nictar”.
“What is this gibberish you speak witch? STOP IT! STOP IT NOW!” ordered Hugh, but it was to later the spell had been cast and there was nothing more he could do.
“Now you will be trapped for all eternity. Stuck in purgatory unable to move, unable to speak, unable to do anything except think… think of all your sins and all the lives you have taken away.” Mary said weakly. As she finished her heart stopped beating and she was dead.
While she hang dead the spell had started taking effect. Hugh was becoming lucid. His body fading, his sense leaving him, he became trapped in the clouds. The clouds became his jail, his prison. He stay locked in this purgatory for generations. The only thing he could do was think, think and go crazy. Hugh did go crazy. He spent over 200 years unable to even feel a single sensation until one day the magic broke. He was still in the clouds but he could feel, he could interact with the physical world, even worse he was a homicidal supernatural creature now that had the power to kill all he wanted to under the cover of the storms in the clouds he traveled in.
Chapter ONE
Present day Florida in a small town on the United States coast which gave the city its name. The city named New Smyrna Beach is a normal little city like a hundred others in the United States. A report is in from Georgia saying that at least ten people are dead due to a storm. There causes of death are varied from drowning to decapitation. This report emanates from a radio set up in a kitchen of a two story red brick house with a high pitched roof. In the kitchen with the radio is a mother preparing breakfast for her family. She is a woman of 43 with dark brown hair and brown eyes and stands a non threatening 5’3. Her skin has started to winkle but she tries to hide this with makeup. Her name is Betty. From behind Betty enter a short, tubby man which dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. “Hey honey” the man says as he descends down the stairs.
“Oh good morning Larry” replies Betty. “Breakfast is ready. Pancakes and eggs.”
“Sounds wonderful.” Larry exclaims.
Just as the two sit down for breakfast the couple’s children come downstairs ready to start the day. Their son Eric is leading the way. Eric is a tall man of 18. He has black hair and green eyes. He has a regular build and is a bit of a sloppy dresser. By looking at him you would never guess Larry is his father. Behind Eric follows his little sister Nicole. Nicole is a girl of 16 and is a striking image of her mother. The same hair, eyes, and height. Nicole is a bit high maintenance. She enjoys expensive things and loves to go shopping.
“Move it!” orders Nicole at her brother impatiently.
“Chill out, it’s way too early for you’re bitching at me this morning” reports back Eric while he whips the remnants of crust out of his eyes.
“Eric watch your mouth young man!” Eric’s mother says. “You know better than to speak like that in this house.”
“Sorry mom.” apologizes Eric. “So what’s for breakfast this morning?”
“Pancakes!” answers Betty replies to her son.
“Ummm! Placenta! You got to love placenta.” says Eric with a grin on his face.
“Excuse me! What did you say?” inquires the boy’s mother.
“Placenta. Pancakes. In Latin placenta means pancakes.” Eric states to his inquisitive mother.
“Well at least you’re learning something in school. Even if it is placenta.” jokes back Larry.
“School? I didn’t learn that in school Kenny told me that while we were at Denny’s on night. We laughed our asses off. All night long placenta this and placenta that.” Eric responds to the absurd assumption of his father.
“You and your friends.” Betty says visibly annoyed with her son’s antics at the table.
Betty puts down a plate in front of each member of the family. Each plate contains two pancakes and a serving of eggs. On Larry’s plate the eggs are sunny side up while the children have scrambled. Betty has eggs over easy. The family starts to eat their breakfast in quiet. Eric a particularly fast eater is the first to finish his food. He stands up and puts his plate in the sink then thanks his mother for the food and starts to head out the door to go to school.
“Eric wait!” yells his sister. “Can you give me a ride today?”
“Ah! Well hurry up then.” Eric responds a little irritated.
The two children head out the door and jump in Eric’s 1989 grey Dodge Dynasty. The car is a little run down but runs pretty well. As Eric starts the car and the CD player begins to play the disc already in the stereo. The CD playing is that of Billy Idol’s Greatest Hits.
“How can you like this old stuff” Nicole complains about the music blaring from the speakers.
“How can you not like Billy FUCKIN’ Idol? Billy Idol kicks ass!” states Eric. Then he begins to sing along with the record. “It’s nice day for a white wedding…”
“Your nuts you know that right?” Nicole says in a joking manner to her brother.
Eric continues to sing as he pulls into a driveway. “Okay you gotta get in he back. Kenny gets shotgun.” Eric orders his sister.
Kenny runs out the door to the car and is engulfed by the music. Instinctively he raises one fist and raises a corner of his upper lip imitating Mr. Idol. Kenny is a stocky guy with black hair and brown eyes. He stands an average height a 5’11. The two boys laugh for a moment then Eric turns the volume down on the stereo.
How are you doing today man? Eric asks Kenny.
“I’m good, well except for going to school but other than that I’m fine.” answers back Kenny. “So why is your sister here today?”
“She needed a ride I guess” explains Eric.
With curiosity satisfied Kenny turns the volume on the stereo back up as the car rolls down the road to the next stop. It is another driveway this time a chubby guy with brown hair and eyes with a baseball cap on. He is a tall guy at 6’3. His name is Matt. As he enters the car Kenny always the joker says “What’s up fat fuck?”
“Nothing. I’m tired as fuck though.” Matt simply says.
Eric turns the car around and heads for school. The school which the boys would call “The Conformity Institution” is named New Smyrna Beach High School.
As they park and get out of the car Matt mentions the storm that had been on the news that killed about a dozen or so people in Georgia as he looks toward the sky.
“Ha! You gotta be a dumb shit to be killed by a god damn storm. I mean come on you know its coming. It’s a fucking storm.” Kenny coldly states.
“Yeah I guess but people were decapitated…how did a storm do that?” ask Matt insecure about his statement.
“I don’t know maybe glass shattered and the wind made it fly through someone’s neck.” interjects Eric.
“Yeah that a reasonable explanation” sarcastically states Kenny.
“Well hell I don’t know I was only trying to come up with an explanation.” defends Eric.
The bell to start the schools day rings as the boys argue. Other student move about frantically trying to get to class on time.
“Fuck it guys we gotta get to class.” Matt orders.
The boys part ways and go to their respective first period classes.