Soul Slam, Soul Warriors Book 1

Chapter Eleven A

My fingers slipped off the keyboard. My mind swirled with the possible meaning. A shiver of horror crept up my spine envisioning the future. The picture of men wearing white sheets, forcing everyone to wear white sheets, ruling the armies and running the banks and governing people everywhere made my skin itch.

"The Society plans to take over the world."

A book slammed to the ground and I jumped, afraid the first takeover move had been made or the first bomb dropped. Or just someone from the Society finding us.

Xander grabbed the book off the floor and rushed to the desk. His white face matched the pages of the book. "What?"

With a trembling voice, I continued to read the individual file names out loud. "Oil Retrieval System, Drought Enhancement Steps, Demand Letter to US President."

"Say what?" The question trembled out of his quivering lips.

I clicked on the last file. "It's a letter addressed to the President saying the Society will destroy the environment and the world if their demands are not met by, oh my God that's only five days away," I shot a glance at Xander trying to gauge his reaction.

"I don't believe it." His mouth dropped open. His eyes bugged out. If possible, his face grew paler. "W-what else does it say?"

I continued reading, "We will begin an apocalyptic drought beginning with the evaporation of the San FranciscoBay. This will disrupt shipping, harm wildlife..." Each word I read stabbed my gut.

"Kill the environment." Xander dropped the book onto the desk and ran a hand through his hair. He appeared frail, like a feather standing on its tip and one blow would knock him down.

"We have harnessed the mighty force of the sun," Me! "and to demonstrate take note of the sudden increase in temperatures in Northern California and the lowering of high tide on the west coast." I caught my breath still not believing the words I read. Still not believing the plan was even possible.

He sunk onto the desk top with lowered shoulders. "The letter doesn't say anything about Tut's religion. The Society planned to use the sun's power to force governments to comply."

"How did you think they planned to do it?" This was all new to me. I hadn't given any thought to what the Society wanted to do with the power I now possessed.

"I don't know." He ran his fingers through his hair again and stared at the carpet. "I just thought we'd show them the true beliefs and it would...just happen." He slid off the desk and turned to face me. His pursed lips and narrow eyes telegraphed his disgust at himself. "I guess I didn't think. Didn't want to know or didn't care. I just wanted Tut's religion to be restored."

He'd lost more than the Society when I'd swiped the amulet. He'd lost a part of himself. Or maybe he'd now found his own self, his true self. "Who's to say what the right religion is? They would've used you to blackmail the President of the United States. Now, they want to use me." My voice shrieked a little higher.

The Society thought they could move Xander, and now me, around like pawns in a chess match. Use us for their own wicked purpose until they had control of the world. They didn't care if we burned out and died.

"They can't use you unless they catch you. We've already put them behind schedule." Xander's tone turned intense.

"Even if they did catch me, I'd never help them." I closed the letter and the folder listing reappeared. A file titled 'Anointment of Essential Oils' caught my attention. I hit it and tapped my fingers lightly on the keyboard as my command processed. Hurry up. The file opened on the screen. "I found something else."