The Tattooed Rats (Renegade Spirit Series #1)by Jerry B. Jenkins
Christianity is outlawed. Sharing faith is considered hate speech. Worship is done in secret underground settings. Patch, a high school student, has to form his own beliefs, and try not to get killed along the way. He meets characters such as the Wharf Rats, a gang covered in tattoos, who turn out to be believers. Schoolmates betray. True friends are hard to
Christianity is outlawed. Sharing faith is considered hate speech. Worship is done in secret underground settings. Patch, a high school student, has to form his own beliefs, and try not to get killed along the way. He meets characters such as the Wharf Rats, a gang covered in tattoos, who turn out to be believers. Schoolmates betray. True friends are hard to find. Spiritual forces intervene causing havoc and deception. Through it all, can Patch's faith prevail?
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THE TATTOOED RATSA NOVEL
By JERRY B. JENKINS JOHN PERRODIN
INTEGRITY PUBLISHERSCopyright © 2007 Jerry B. Jenkins & John Perrodin
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Chapter OnePatrick Johnson squirmed and sat up, sweating. He scratched his scalp. Serious bed head.
What had awakened him? There it was again. The smack-smack of gunfire. Dazed, he scanned the store for Mom, Dad, Jenny. Oh, yeah. They were at church below. He should go to them, try to help. But he could barely move. His mother had allowed him to stay curled in his thin sleeping bag during the service. He promised her he'd read his Bible, but he'd been too sore to sit up.
Patch, tall at fifteen, was hurting. Doctors had told him he had an ulcer of the duodenum (a word he had trouble saying). It felt like acid burning away the lining of his small intestine. Worrying about the problem only made it worse. He knew he should pray more. Trust God ... Right. So far that hadn't worked too well.
Avoiding stress would help. Bullets probably weren't good.
He wondered if anyone else was listening. People were running now, shouting. He heard the fear in their voices. He should do something, find his family.
Quickly gobbling a cracker lessened the stabbing inside, but Patch still felt sick. He hoped he wouldn't throw up like last time. Pulling himself stiffly to a sales counter, he stood, moaning.
Dizziness swept over him.
For six weeks, several families had shared floor space in the emptied-out store, Gotcha Gear. The storage room lay several feet behind him. Patch stumbled toward the door. More shots. Screams, then silence. He was afraid for his parents, for Jenny.
Should he try to find his family? Or save himself? If he could make it to the door, he could get to the hallways behind the empty storefronts at the ParkWay Mall. Escape.
He heard a child's cry. Jenny? He yanked a sweatshirt over his head, pulled on his jeans, grabbed an old pair of Nike soccer shoes and a windbreaker. Then he popped a few hard mints into his cheek. Breakfast.
Time to get outta here. Nothing he could do to help, not against guns.
No room for the bulky Bible. He stuffed his minidigicam into a deep pocket of his jacket, snapped on his watch, and took his tube of ChapStick.
The steady clomp of boots echoed in the walkways. Get out now. He kept low and leaped for the door handle, leaving his family behind.
Amber was wary as soon as the smiling man came to the door. What business would her parents have with this guy? Yellow teeth made his grin grimy. He wore a dark officer's uniform with a badge that read:
Inquiries & Investigations Part of the World Peace Alliance
Always watching out for us, she thought.
"Mom! Dad! Some guy here for you." This could be exciting.
"Thanks, Amber," her dad called. "Be right down." Amber watched her father, Gerald Lane, pale when he came down the stairs and saw the stranger stepping inside. The officer ignored his outstretched hand. Her father lowered it, trembling.
"Can I help you?" he said. Amber had never seen her dad like this. Usually he joked. Now he looked scared.
"Time to leave, sir," the man said. "Come immediately and there won't be any more trouble."
Amber saw her mom pause at the top of the stairs, then turn silently and head down the hall. Amber didn't get it until the officer pointed up.
"Tell your wife to get her coat and purse."
"She's out," her father said.
Amber couldn't believe it. Her father had lied? "No she's not," she told the officer.
"Be quiet, Amber," her father said.
The man shook his head. "Come here." Amber took a step, then hesitated. The officer closed the distance, reached behind her, then yanked her wrist up between the shoulder blades. He looked meaningfully at her father. "Think you can find Mrs. Lane?"
Amber tried to pull away.
"Leave her alone," her father said. "I'll get my wife." The man relaxed his grip.
"Crystal?" her father called.
Her mom came slowly down the stairs, glaring at Amber.
"This man wants to talk with us." Her parents shared a quick look.
"What about Amber?" her mother said.
"The girl stays for now," the officer said. "Someone will place her later."
Crystal Lane reached for her daughter, held her, weeping. What was happening?
"Find Grandma," her mother whispered.
Amber was confused. "Find who?"
The officer shoved her mom toward the door. "The van's waiting."
"Mom. Dad. What's going on? What have you done?"
They looked at her. "It'll be okay," her dad said.
I doubt that.
Another officer met Mrs. Lane at the door and escorted her to the van. The WPA officer pulled an eighteen-inch silver rod from a sheath at his hip and smacked Mr. Lane's shoulder. Sparks spit and he fell. Amber stooped to take his hand, but the man kicked her away. She stood in shock and watched as they threw her unconscious father into the van, shut the door, and drove away.
What had her mom meant? Grandma was dead.
Brandon Leiber dug first-person shooter video games, pulling the trigger and wiping out the enemy. But he'd never imagined the pain of a bullet spray to his own chest. Now his breath leaked out as he faltered on all fours, woozy.
He fought the blackness. His dad, Grant, leaned over, his short gray hair matted with sweat.
"You okay, Dad?" Brandon slurred. His arms gave out and he collapsed.
"Quiet, Brandon." His dad held his hands, then drew him into his arms. "Gonna be okay." He patted Brandon's back. "God help us ... please ..." He slumped, holding his son.
Hurry. Keep moving," Katy LaCaze said.
Beth walked along the sidewalk, scuffing. No questions, no talking. Her mom had warned her that someday she'd have to run.
She was prepared. Sort of. She had a small backpack with an MP3 player, a comb, and some soap. She wished she had more tunes.
Becoming a believer in Jesus hadn't been easy. Turning everything over to Christ was even tougher. Beth had thought being a Christian would be better than this. Hiding, running, praying for one more day. That was all there was to life. If not for Mom, Beth would have turned herself in long ago.
She'd seen the commercials for loyalty rewards. They flashed on street screens, in stores. It would be simple. She would be given a new family, food, time for music-and dance, her one love-if she'd only stop running. But that meant she'd never see her mother again. She'd have to turn her in. There were no rewards for silence. Mere compliance wasn't enough.
But whenever she saw her mom, Beth balked.
It helped that Uncle Wade sent text blocks of Scripture. She picked them up on her phone. Dangerous communication. If anyone found out, she could be imprisoned. Forsake your faith and live. Don't and die. Simple as that.
"Living for Jesus is exciting," Uncle Wade always said.
More like terrifying. Beth longed for the bliss of boredom.
Grandma June! Who else could Amber's mom have meant? A back-fence neighbor, June treated Amber like her own granddaughter, giving her presents on holidays and baking her stuff for no reason at all. They weren't related, just connected at the heart.
"I'm always here if you want to talk," Grandma June often said.
Guess it's time to take you up on that.
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Meet the Author
Jerry B. Jenkins is the author of more than 180 books, including the 63,000,000-selling Left Behind series. His non-fiction books include many as-told-to autobiographies, including those of Hank Aaron, Bill Gaither, Orel Hershiser, Luis Palau, Walter Payton, Meadowlark Lemon, Nolan Ryan, and Mike Singletary. Jenkins also assisted Dr. Billy Graham with his memoirs, Just As I Am. He also owns the Jerry Jenkins Writers Guild, which aims to train tomorrow’s professional Christian writers.
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Whether or not you like it, this could be VERY real in the near future. I encourage every Christian teen out there to read this book; it will be life changing. This book taught me to not be ashamed of Jesus Christ, the Savior of the world. He really did die on the cross, just for YOU. All you have to do is pray and accept Him into your heart, believe that He will take you to heaven when you die. Ask him to forgive you of your sins and become your Savior. He will, trust me. There are really people in the world that die for their belief in Jesus, so don't EVER take your salvation for granted. God bless.
this book is unforgettable. It can really help you in trying to figure out how far you would go to show your faith as a christian. It is amazing how far one teen would go to keep Jesus alive. In an era that believers are persecuted, Patch still showed his love for christ to others in the face of danger. This is the most thrilling novel i have ever read. there is excitement, adventure, and a journey that will help you rediscover Christ to the extreme!
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I LOVED the Tattooed Rats. I can't wait to get the next two books. I reccommend this series to anyone who has questions about the FAITH, or wants to see the TRUTH. BTW: Jesus loves U just the way you are!!!!
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