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The Rune Stone(PG-13)
Chapter one
Ancient Secrets and New heroes
It was almost midnight in London and a blanket of fog had settled in adding making the warehouse district and especially eerie place to be. Soon a long black limousine could be seen in the dim light from the lone street light that stood on the corner flickering from time to time. The fog swirled and eddied around the sleek black car as it moved forward. This was the time when the city showed its seedy underbelly.
The car finally came to a stop in front of warehouse number 7 and three men in black overcoats emerged from the car and entered the warehouse. They passed among the giant packing crates, the stacks of boxes and the piles of rusty tools until they reached the center of the room.
The center of the room was lit by three lanterns placed around the perimeter and a fourth that was sitting on the makeshift table that was in front of them. A man stood across the table from them.
“Do you have the merchandise, Rourke?” asked the tallest of the three men in a deep menacing voice.
“Do you have the money, Artannis?” asked the other man. The tall man smirked and took a briefcase from one his men. Holding the case up he opened it to reveal that it was stuffed to the brim with packs of hundred dollar bills.
“Five Million dollars, American, Just as requested.” Rourke reached for the money but Artannis snapped the case close nearly catching his fingers.
“Not until I see the merchandise,” He said. Now it was Rourke’s turn to smirk he walked behind the crate and came back with a small wooden chest. Sitting it on the table he opened it and pulled out a circular stone disk that was covered in ancient markings. Artannis took the artifact and examined it closely.
“Excellent,” he said after a few seconds. He turned and handed the artifact to one of his minions.
“Lorken,” he said, “put this in the car while I square things with Mr. Rourke.” The minion nodded, took the stone and walked off. When Lorken was out of sight Artannis turned back to Rourke and tossed the briefcase on the table,
“Your payment,” he said.
Suddenly the silence was blasted into a thousand fragments by the sound of a window shattering as Lorken flew backwards through it. Lorken bounced off a packing crated and landed on the floor.
“What happened?” shouted Artannis as he hauled Lorken to his feet.
“Someone was waiting for me at the car. He took the tablet and knocked me though that window,” wheezed Lorken as his breath came back to him, “I’ve never seen anyone that strong and fast!”
* * * * *
The wail of sirens cut through the evening air in the little town of Willow Creek as half a dozen police cars gathered outside J.B.’s the little restaurant that was the favorite hang-out for the teenagers in the area. Max the owner of the Pine Hollow riding school pulled and jumped out of his truck only to be met by Lisa and Carole.
“What’s going on?” he asked the two girls started talking at once.
“Hold it,” said Max, “one at a time!”
“These two guys in ski masks tried to rob the place,” said Lisa, “but Scooter set off the silent alarm.”
“Yeah,” said Carole, “and when the cops showed up they panicked and grabbed Stevie, now they’re saying they’ll kill her if the cops don’t pull back and let them walk out of here!”
None of them notice the tall brown haired boy that was sitting on the bench behind. After they left to talk to the Police officer in charge the boy folded the map he was looking at and stuck it in his backpack next to a stone disk with ancient markings and slipped it under the bench. Then standing up he adjusted the brown leather jacket he was wearing, stuck his hands in his pockets and walked casually down the street. At the corner he turned and cut across to the street directly behind J.B.’s.
Meanwhile inside J.B.’s things were getting worse. Stevie was sitting on one of the bar stools tied hand and foot. The two would be criminals had already sent Scooter out to make there demands leaving Stevie by herself. She was scared; however, she was also silently thankful that her friends hadn’t yet arrived when these guys showed up.
The two armed men pace back and forth becoming more agitated by the minute. The silence was again broken by the sound of the negotiator on the bullhorn outside begging them to let their hostage go.
“Nothings happening man!” said the first man.
“I can see that!!” snapped the second man. One of them, gun in hand, walked behind the counter to get himself a piece of ice, as he walked past the kitchen and hand grabbed his wrist, knocked the gun away and flipped him to the ground. At the sound of the commotion behind her Stevie turned to see a tall brown haired boy behind the counter. She heard his foot connect with a skull, and she saw him whirl with lightning speed and throw something that was in his hand. She turned again just as the other man gave a startled cry. She saw he had an ice pick pinning his gun hand sleeve to the wall.
Before he could pull his arm lose Stevie’s mysterious hero jumped the counter in one bound, crossed the room and felled the man with one blow. Then the boy turned back toward Stevie at it was at this point that she finally got a good look at him. He was about 6 feet tall with brown hair and soft brown eyes, and he looked to be about 16. He was wearing dark gray cargo pants, an emerald green shirt, a brown leather jacket, and around his neck he wore a silver string with a silver coin of some sort on the end of it. However the most interesting thing about his attire was the beige colored manacles on his wrists that peeked out from under the sleeves of his jacket. The boy flashed a shy smile at her and Stevie felt like she could melt right out of those ropes. He pulled out his pocket knife and cut her loose.
Just then the police who had heard the racket came storming in guns drawn and at the ready. All they found was Stevie untied and standing over the unconscious forms of the criminals.
* * * * *
“I’m telling you guys,” said Stevie as she and her two friends directed their horses up the trail, “I didn’t do anything. It was that boy who knocked those men out.”
“Right,” said Veronica who a just come riding up, “You describe every girls dream guy and expect everyone to believe that he’s real. What a pathetic loser,” she muttered as she and Christy rode off.
Stevie’s jaw became set, she didn’t know why the boy didn’t wait around for the police of why he disappeared the way he did but she would prove that he existed.
TBC
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