Sequel to the Wattpad novel The Age of Aquarius
E.J. Thompson, a reclusive author and former journalist, recalls the tales of four teenage criminals as Brooke King, Caleb Wolfe, and Nessa and Johnny Phoenix had exposed a corrupt billionaire for ille...
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In every story, darkness tells many strange anecdotes: some would recount victory and triumph, while others invoke sadness and apathy.
Before my grandmother passed, she once explained to me that America is full of monsters and aching loneliness.
And while I had no experience of injustice, Nessa, Johnny, Brooke, and Caleb have been shunned from the American Dream the moment they were born.
It took their parents, homes, school, and dignity away from those kids. But the only thing they learn how to do is be there for one another.
The restless finger grip around loaded firearms, but Johnny informed his comrades that they should hide them in their bags. Brown eyes scan across the wooden beams. Lights hung above their heads like chandeliers.
Footsteps creak against the unstable wooden floor. Nessa hiked behind Johnny. Her small hand tightens around his.
"Are you going to give me a weapon?" asked Philip.
"Nope," Brooke responds, lugging her leather whip. "We don't want to give Roman the wrong idea."
She turns her head to see the sporadic glass, cigarette butts, and moldy planks of wood.
Brooke expressed a tired sigh. Her visions warned her that there will be a shootout in the warehouse.
Philip will end up dying on the floor, she thinks to herself. Slipping inside her pocket, Brooke pulls out a small vial of crystal blue liquid and hands it to the boy.
"Here, drink this." Brooke pushes the vial into Philip's dry hands. "It will help ease the pain."
"Why?" whispered Philip. "What the hell does it do?"
Brooke's lips turn into a thin, white line. "Just drink it."
Though reluctant, the boy takes the glass vial, pulls the tiny cork, then swallowed it until the bitter liquid soaked his tongue.
"Jesus Christ," Johnny thinks. "Who the hell lives in this dump?"
Colorful graffiti flourished across the walls; rotten odors of dead animals forced Caleb to cover his nose.
"Where the hell is Roman, anyway?" he demanded.
"No clue." Nessa frowned.
"Right on time!" proclaimed a mysterious voice.
The children looked up to see a tall figure, leaning up against the wooden walls.
Johnny instantly pulls Philip close to him and watch as the menacing silhouette hovers towards them. He had on a porcelain white mask and black velvet robes.
"Whoa, is that Roman?" he asked Caleb.
"It could be," Caleb mumbled. "I don't know."
As he walks down the stairs Nessa couldn't hear his footsteps-let alone his face. The masked figure shifts towards the kids, but instead of showing malice, it welcomes the troubled quarter as if they were his friends.
