Trouble in France (The Cadmus Prophecy Book One)

Chapter 1:We blow up a house

My name is John Miller. 

I'm 13 yrs. old, born in Bordeaux, France May 8, 2000 and I'm part American part French. My hair is short and black. I'm just an ordinary kid, at least until June 12, 2013 when I went to Uncle Cadmus' house. He's my favorite uncle; my other relatives resented me just because I'm part American. The only relatives who didn't resent me are Uncle Cadmus and his son Thomas, who is part American too. Thomas is one of my few friends since most of the kids parents would refuse their children to be friends with me. Many of my friends are part American and only a few are pure French. 

Anyways as I was saying, I was going to Uncle Cadmus' house to visit Thomas, who just got a PS3 and wanted to play it with me. It was a completely normal day, with children running around the streets playing, adults talking with one another, teens hanging out with other teens, it was like any other day in Bordeaux. 

Until I heard a man with a familiar voice cried out for help; when I got close to the voice I realized it was Uncle Cadmus' voice. I decided to check it out, so I went to the place where I heard Uncle Cadmus' voice and find out what's happening. A couple of men dressed in black suits are beating up poor Uncle Cadmus' with their fists. One man punched him in the face, another grab his head and smashes it on a wall. Uncle Cadmus' face was bloodied 

Then a tall man with grey hair and beard, probably in his fifties, wearing the same black suit as the other men approached him and asked in a Spanish accent "Where is it?", Uncle Cadmus' spat blood on the ground. The tall man made a "tsk tsk" sound. "I'll take that as a no then" he said. 

He nodded at one of the men, one of his goons' maybe, and the man was digging his bag to get something. I thought he'd get a gun and finish off Uncle Cadmus but instead got a cane and gave it to the tall man. "I'll spare you for now, since I pity your son and your nephew but if our paths crossed again, I'll personally shot you myself" He whacks Uncle Cadmus with the cane and he dropped unconscious. The tall man went back to his ride, a limo, along with his other goons' and went off.  

I ran to Uncle Cadmus' unconscious body and tried to wake him up. After a few seconds he woke up and was surprised to see me. "John? But-"He started to say "Don't waste your energy we need to get you to a hospital" I said. He shook his head "There's no time for that, so listen. In my bedroom there is a package, take it and get Thomas out. Grab whatever you want to bring with you. Then I wanted you to take this" He handed me a small ball pen. No not a ball pen, it was a detonator. "When you're in a safe distance, press the button. After that take a bus to Paris, there's a man waiting for you there. Give him the package and he'll lead you to a safe place. Please go, I can't live much longer" He said. "But-"I started to say "GO!" and after that he died in front of me. 

I wanted to cry. I wanted to kill the men who killed him. But I have to hurry; the bus won't be staying for long. I turned around and ran to Uncle Cadmus' house. When I got there, it was 4 pm, Thomas was waiting for me. His hair is short and black like mine and wore a leather jacket. "Hey! Where have you been? And where's Dad?" He asked me. I looked down, and spoke in a small voice "Thomas... Uncle Cadmus is dead" Thomas' face turned from excitement to horror-stricken. "H-h-how did he die?"He asked me. "There isn't time! Pack your things we're leaving" I snapped. He nodded and started packing while I did what Uncle Cadmus told me to do and got the package. After that I packed. When we're all done we ran from the house and reached a safe distance. "Why are we stopping?" Thomas asked. I didn't answer. I picked up the detonator and pressed it. 

BOOM!!! 

The house exploded and the people near the house ducked for cover or ran screaming. "Why did you-"Thomas started to say. "There's no time to explain! Let's get to the bus" I said. We ran for the bus station and caught a bus heading to Paris. We jumped in and picked our seats then sat down. After the bus took off, Thomas asked me again "What happened to dad?" I told him everything. The goons', the tall man, how Uncle Cadmus got whacked in the head and died a few minutes later. Thomas clenches his fists "If I get my hands on him---"He started to say. "Hey" I stopped him "I wanted revenge as much as you do, but until we get to Paris and know what we're facing we can't do anything." Thomas unclenches his hands, blinks a few times, then slept on the bus. "Good night" I said and closed my eyes.