American Alchemy (The Series)

Prologue

Prologue
Nowadays people like to pretend that things are some kind of okay even though we all know we're fucked. People like to pretend that there wasn't a murder three blocks over, people like to pretend that they like their jobs or that things that thing that goes bump in the night no longer bother us. But let me tell you something, those people are weak minded, pathetic, wastes of skin and bone, living in constant denial of things right in front of there face.
The arrogance of humankind truly is unending. It's like ages ago when people believed that the fucking earth was the center of the universe. Now we know better, now they all know better.
People like to bitch about curses too. This one is specified in the "magical" segment lying between the cracks in the population, like festering insects doing significantly superior work to their daylight dwelling counterparts.
I know about fucking curses, I know about fucking curses more than the fucking highest ranking horse fucking wizard at any university. People don't understand the shit that I fucking go through man, just ask my kids. Whom to spite what people might fucking say I love! Even if they may be a curse in themselves.

First is Ash, my oldest son and the most like me, to spite the fact he's a powerless asshole. Great kid, works really hard, don't know what parent he got that from. He's a real shoulder to cry on, when he's not drinking or whatever the fuck it is kids do today. But what he lacks in intelligence he makes up for in being good person. Just like his father. He volunteers or some shit like that I think. I don't know, he has his Father's liver that's for damn sure.
Next is Willow, freaky hippie bitch. She stopped eating meat when she was six because she could hear the voices of the dead animals in her head. The voices in her head are probably from me, but the rest of her came from her dumb cunt mother. That bitch packed her shit and walked the fuck away a fucking year ago. Left me in charge of the kids and still said I was still an unfit Father. Where was I? Oh yeah, Willow. Powerful kid. Wish she didn't look like her mother but what can she do, bitch bloodlines run deep, witches count on that sort of shit.
Then there's Salem. Kid dresses like he's in a fucking 1920's greaser with the jeans, dress shirt, and hair slicked back. He looks good, probably slaying all the pussy with that dirty little wand of his. For whatever reason, the kid got magic, again probably from me and not his whore mother, I think he's gonna do some good in this world, don't really care how, should probably ask whenever I go home. It's known men don't get magic, but that's not true, not if the blood and heart are strong. Proved them wrong, just like my Salem will.
After Salem, me and the wife had Scarlet, boy is she an ambitious witch bitch. Little girl is fucking tough, made of some kind of steel smelted in hell. She beat up her first girl when she was three, hasn't stopped. The girl hates witches, loves money though, fucking clepto. Maybe it was that hate fucking I used to give her mother, all of that angry sperm fused into one tiny ball of hatred. I don't trust that one, she's the type to set the world on fire just to watch it burn.
Whose left? Oh fucking Frank. He's quiet. Til he's not which happens sometimes. Him I'll never understand. Kid goes to a school full of magic and shit in a place like Philly and he still decides to waste his fucking time with computers and shit. Whatever, just another failed male seed. Never know why humans like them, they all get on my fucking nerves and they aren't even pretty. With a boy you just want them to go out and hurt them self. With a girl you wanna break the teeth of anyone who hurts them. I worry about Frank, could end up normal or worse, sober.
Then there's Annie. Another little angel. If Scarlet is steel smelted in hell, Annie is a schizophrenic crack rock cooked in hell. Loves serial killers and shit like that. She's got some freaky magic too. Caught her turning the cat inside out. Plus she's always out "collecting" weird shit and organizing it. All I know is I'm not going to be able to afford it when my six year old finally snaps, so she's the State's problem, but let me tell you, little bitch is gonna snap.
Then there's my youngest, Rue. Precious little bundle of shit and tears. One year old already making full sentences. Brilliant. Not sure what her first word is but she's got the look about her. Probably magic too.

"Ed." The tavern witch said filling a glass from behind the busy bar. "I don't have time to listen to your shit tonight. I've met your kids before, they pick your drunk ass up at least twice a fucking week."
"All seven of the fucks." Ed said. "All seven of my children, each a little like me, each a little like their smart mouth bitch mother, and each an asshole."
"Lovely thing to say Ed." The tavern witch said taking his glass. "Do you have money or is this going to be one of those nights."
"You know I always make my money." Ed said removing his hood and unveiling his aging wrinkled skin and alcohol sweat. From the left his face down to his left hand were covered in endless black inked flames that had been with Ed since his birth. It looked like tattoos but they never faded, they were as much a part of Ed as his slightly failing liver and alcoholism.
"No." The tavern witch said. "Personally I don't give a shit honestly give a shit what aspect of the government you're choosing to exploit. Be it magical or not."
"Magic people have no standing existence." Ed said. "Because our government just wants to be a regulatory system of checks and balances that lets us decide for ourselves. That's one things humans get, they know when to get involved."
"People without magic always get involved."
"Can I please have another drink my sweet." Ed said flirting with the bartender. "Maybe after that I'll like all of your body."
"You're disgusting."
"If I was rich you'd love my disgustingness though." Ed said. "I'm the worst kind of famous, the fucking broke kind no one cares about."
"I pity you not working." The tavern witch said. "Pay for your drinks and I'll get you one more if you pay for that one up front. Otherwise fuck off Ed."