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| ISBN-13: | 9781524617844 |
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| Publisher: | AuthorHouse |
| Publication date: | 07/27/2016 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 160 |
| File size: | 816 KB |
About the Author
Thorpe “Thor” E. Wright V is a descendant of British royalty from the House of Thorpe. Thor spent his early teenage summers as a cattle rancher. Being raised in the suburbs of Boston, Massachusetts, USA, he is a graduate of Assumption College with a BA in business management and a minor in computer science. For fourteen years, Mr. Wright worked as a motion picture operations manager/projectionist for the largest theatre chain in the Boston area. Thor obtained a CDL license and later drove a 53' tractor/trailer across the USA for two years.
As an eclectic martial artist with over forty-three years’ experience, Thor taught Kempo karate for ten years and later cofounded the Cambridge Institute of Martial Arts (CIMA). He is proficient in many forms of Eastern meditation and is an astral traveler. As president of ThaiCat Productions, Shihan Wright hopes to someday syndicate his own TV show to educate people about the variety of martial arts and teach Eastern philosophies.
Thorpe Wright is posted on the Internet Movie Database (www.imdb.com) as an executive producer and a technical advisor for two independent films.
Thor has spent a year in writing his third book. Currently self-employed and a bachelor, Mr. Wright lives near Boston, Massachusetts, not far from the Boston Museum of Science and the beautiful Charles River.
Cover and illustrations by Thorpe E. Wright V.
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Mylok: Overlord of Earth
By Thorpe E. Wright V
AuthorHouse
Copyright © 2016 Thorpe E. Wright VAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-5246-1785-1
CHAPTER 1
5,326 Years Later The Present
Within a darkly lit room, a young man watches a pretty woman upon a giant screen. In a foreign dialect unlike anything used in the modern world, a voice is heard behind the man. "The male line of the name, Kantorovich, for two generations is gone," a priest said over the shoulder of the man. "She is not the key," the head priest said for the many. "Our fate has already been written."
"Destiny can always be rewritten," the man explained. "My options are few."
"In doing this, you risk all," the priest replied with his head bowed. "May our souls go with you."
"My heart goes with you," twelve more priests said in unison.
Three days later, a young couple sat at a candlelit table in a high class restaurant. In addition, they appeared to be the youngest ones there. All the men were well dressed, wearing two or three piece suits. Some even wore tuxedos. The women wore beautiful gowns. The young man was wearing a black, perfectly fitting three-piece suit. His date, also trying to make a good first impression, showed off her newest dress. It was a gorgeous light green dress with a low cut front.
The young woman couldn't help think her friendly date was too good to be true. Not only is he obviously loaded, she thought to herself, but he's so sure of himself. It was as if he had been dating for a hundred years, as if he knew everything about her. When he looks at me, it's as if he looks through and into me, she thought. Not just at me. It's as if, he's interested in what I am; not just for my looks like other men. There's a good feeling I get from him that I've never felt before. They both continue with their conversation over a romantic sip of wine.
"Mylok," she said with a puzzled look upon her face.
"Yes, Barbara?" he replied with an alluring smile.
"What kind of name is Mylok? Is it Russian or something?"
"No, it's not Russian," he said reassuringly. He hesitated for a moment, thinking of a good choice of words. "It's actually an old Egyptian name."
"Oh, how interesting!" she said with excitement. "Were you born in Egypt?"
"Yes, but I lived there for a very short time."
"Where do you live now?" she asked, trying to find out more about this fascinating man.
"I'm from the Bermuda area."
"I was there!" she exclaimed with joy, grateful to stumble upon a topic they had in common. "It's a beautiful island." Barbara did not want to tell him about her two week trip there, because she wanted to get information out of him. "What part of the island are you from?"
Mylok hesitated in his reply, as if he had something to hide. She looked at him in wonder. Could he have lied to me about living in Bermuda? She thought. Barbara's thoughts quickly changed as he smiled at her, assuring her that he hadn't. He knew the island quite well. He had another sip of wine and then sat back in his chair. In answer to her question, he replied, "I'm not from the Bermuda Island itself, but not too far outside it."
Barbara nodded at his elusive answer. Well, she thought, I don't know him very well, and if he keeps this up, I'll never know him any better. He had come into the restaurant where she worked early that morning. He was all alone. Luckily, things were slow when she waited on him, so there was time to get acquainted. He had a large glass of orange juice, two eggs, and toast, she recalled. It seemed that he was very much alive that morning, unlike all the other customers she usually served during the days she worked. He had a certain charisma.
Mylok even called her by name as if he knew her well. Probably read my name tag she thought. He asked her about the courses she is taking at the university. His dialogs of her courses, and life in general, showed great knowledge. His humorous stories of living life had great depth. Barbara was in awe of his knowledgeable mind.
After talking for about twenty minutes, he had asked her out on a date. Barbara still did not know why she had accepted his offer. However, it was understood that it would be an innocent date of casual conversation. Barbara had already explained to Mylok that morning, she was going steady with another man. Nevertheless, there was something about him. His face and voice were vaguely familiar. Somewhere, in the past, Barbara knew she had met him. Perhaps, it was at some party at the university. Nevertheless, there was a feeling inside telling her that she was indebted to him for something. However, she did not know for what.
While tearing into her lobster, she shook her head, trying to remember exactly how he had asked her for a date. She could not remember. She thought to herself, He was too clever to turn down his invitation. Then the man of her dreams coughed once. She looked up at him. "Are you all right?"
"Fine," he stated, as he drank some ice cold water. To cover up his little embarrassment, he exclaimed, "The shells are a little tricky to watch at times." While staring into her eyes, he added some more romance to the picture by saying, "Looking at you makes me feel much better."
Barbara blushed the color of the lobster claw she held in her hand, and her embarrassment led her to drop the claw in her lap. Not very original, she thought, but it was pleasant of him to say so anyway.
Barbara was deeply touched by his words. "Thank you," Barbara said. At the same time, she casually brushed the lobster claw onto the floor, hoping he did not notice it fall. She then dug into the belly, a little upset at the meat she lost on the floor. Suddenly, she noticed another lobster claw resting on the table on a second bread plate. In wonder, she felt the ground with her foot. She swept the fallen claw with her foot and then stepped on it for reassurance that it had fallen. Yes, it had fallen, she thought.
Barbara looked at the new claw in bewilderment. Then, she looked at Mylok to see him looking at her, this time with half a grin on his face. He winked at her, and she noticed his bread plate was missing. At first, she was embarrassed by her clumsiness. After thinking of his noble gesture, she started to giggle to herself and then broke into a little laughter. He joined in with her laughter. They smiled at each other. Pleased with the new lobster claw, she said, "Thanks a lot ... would you like half of it?"
"No, thank you. That's why the good Lord gives lobsters two claws," he said, continuing to rub it in. "In case you accidentally drop one on the floor, you still have one left to enjoy."
Barbara giggled to herself again, trying to contain the annoying laughter. To distract herself from her embarrassment, she picked up her wine glass and finished the drink. Starting to get a bit tipsy from the white wine, she smiled at him for his generosity. Again the two continued with dinner. Mylok casually refilled her glass and then did the same for himself. Barbara stopped for a few seconds, trying to rest from tackling her two and one-half pound lobster. She took a sip of water for relief. Again, she looked at her date, trying to figure out where he put all his food. Not wanting to waste any food, she returned to her meal.
Mylok coughed a second time. Again, Barbara looked up in concern. His face was a bright red in color. Then, he became very pale in complexion. She blinked hard in disbelief at the look within his eyes. They appeared to be on fire, and his face was alabaster white. He started to have convulsions. He's choking to death, she thought. Barbara screamed for help. The entire room gave attention to her cry. All heads turned toward her. Before anyone knew what was happening, Mylok passed out, his eyes still wide and staring.
Mylok's spirit was lifted from his chair and crucified in midair. His lifeless body remained on the chair. Strange sounds began to enter the large room from all around. Lightning and sparks flew from every point in the room. From within this man came the unseen worlds of heaven and hell. The continuous battle of good and evil was waged around him, but was only seen through the eyes of Mylok's lifted spirit.
Objects started to move on their own. Some even flew across the enormous dining hall. The haunting sight caused many to scream in panic. Many ran as though they were on fire. They pushed their way toward the front door, while others remained motionless in shock. The front door was jammed with customers.
Only known to Mylok was the constant war between angels and demons. His black suit became less noticeable as his spirit began to glow from his eternal energy. The darkly lit room became brighter, as his body became a new light source to him. Deformed spirits rose from the flaming pits of hell. Above were guardian angels defending the gateways to heaven with flaming swords. Hundreds of thousands were seen by Mylok. The restaurant was no longer a reality to him; only a constant battlefield between two separate worlds. An angel spoke to Mylok in an old Latin tongue, while an opposing demon screamed in his ear. No other mortals within the restaurant saw or heard these spirits, for these mortals were blind to this dimension.
Barbara continued to stare at the half dead man, still seated across from her. Slowly, the ghostly paleness passed from Mylok's face as he mysteriously began to breathe again. Things stopped moving, and the unknown sounds slowly left the same way as they had come.
A few of the customers were cut from the flying debris. One man had been stabbed to death through the heart by a steak knife, his wife was mourning his death. Another couple was injured by an over turned table. Some customers were untouched. Nevertheless, the restaurant was demolished. A couple of chandeliers were ripped from the ceiling along with some of the surrounding plaster. Several objects were bent out of shape. One woman stared in disbelief at the many tears in her dress that looked as if they had been done by a tiger's claw.
Barbara soon felt a little pain on her shin. She looked at her leg and noticed that it had been cut by the lobster claw she had dropped on the floor earlier. After untangling the lifeless claw from her pantyhose, she applied pressure to the small gash with a napkin. Barbara then rushed to Mylok's side to help aid in his recovery. She looked at him and asked, "Are you all right?"
As though nothing had happened, Mylok replied, "I couldn't feel better ... Maybe we ought to get out of here."
Still in semi-shock, Barbara tugged at his arm to leave the messy establishment. Mylok then pushed his chair back, as he picked up his wine glass. While finishing his unspilled wine, he added, "I bet this is one dinner you won't forget." In the face of such an understatement, Barbara's only response was a slight sigh of relief for the end of this nightmare. As they headed for the door, Mylok put his arm around her for comfort. Realizing that he had forgotten to pay for dinner, Mylok handed the waiter some money. Mylok, being the cause of the disaster, casually said, "Thanks for your services. Keep the change for yourself."
The waiter, while looking at the catastrophe that surrounded him, replied vaguely, "Yeah, thanks." After the couple left through the shattered door, the waiter looked in his palm to see what had been handed to him. He then realized that he held a thousand dollar bill and a cashier's check for one million dollars made payable to the restaurant signed by the First National Bank. An attached note read, "Sorry, hope this covers all the repairs."
On the way to the garage, Barbara stated that she was still too shaken up to drive and thought she would take a cab ride home. Mylok then insisted to drive her home in her car, given her obviously nervous state. They entered the elevator that just so happened to be waiting for them. While inside, Mylok pressed the button for the fourth floor of the seven story garage.
"How did you know my car was on the forth floor?" Barbara asked, knowing that she had not told him.
"A lucky guess," Mylok explained. "The first three floors were full when I entered. I assumed the same was true for you."
The two exited from the elevator and walked down the darkly lit garage. They approached his car first, only to find it being worked over by four street punks. Unable to steal the unique car, they had decided to vandalize it. One hood went to work on the windshield with a baseball bat. Another decided to carve his initials on the door with his car keys. The third vandal was trying to let the air out of the tires with a butterfly knife. None of the three teens were able to make as much as a scratch on Mylok's car. The fourth youth scratched his head, unable to comprehend the lack of damage. A fifth youth was still at work on a Trans Am two cars over. It was obviously a busy night for the gang, because several cars had already been destroyed or partially stripped. The three swore at Mylok's vehicle. Their rage became more violent as they found they were unable to make even the smallest mark on the car. Barbara started to cry as she saw that her car, which happened to be a few cars over from his, had been worked over and spray painted with graffiti. Mylok suddenly tightened his grip around her waist to aid in her support.
Their shadows were soon spotted in the dark garage. A dark bearded face emerged from the gang's van after stealing the hubcaps off another car. He pointed to the couple and yelled at his comrades to take note of them. Mylok, seeing the men working on his car, sarcastically asked them, "Can I help you, gentlemen?"
They laughed in response. Through gritted teeth, the man with the bat said, "Why, is this your car?"
Mylok did not respond. Possibly, he did not want to provoke the men anymore. The four action-seekers approached the couple. The bearded man violently pushed Mylok. Barbara yelled at him to stop the harassment. The hoodlum laughed at her and then started to caress her face, with his buddies harassing her orally as well. Barbara desperately pushed his hand away from her face. Mylok grabbed the hood's hand as he tried to gab Barbara's breast. Barbara moved backward a couple of steps. Unable to move his trapped hand from Mylok's grip, the leader of the vandals decided to swing his free hand toward Mylok's face. He then struck Mylok with great force in the temple area with a devastating hook punch.
Barbara looked on in terror. Most men would have been knocked down by such a blow to the head. Not Mylok! She noticed that he hadn't moved at all. Mylok hadn't even blinked an eye. He just smiled back at the would-be rapist. Then, with the roar of an attacking lion, Mylok threw a damaging kick to the attacker's groin. The hoodlum's love-life quickly ended as he fell to the floor in excruciating pain. Next, a razor sharp knife came slashing at Mylok's midsection. With a lightning quick movement, Mylok blocked the oncoming blade. Two loud sounds echoed in the garage, like hockey sticks breaking in a hockey game. Barbara soon realized that the stabber's elbow and knee had been shattered.
One vandal grabbed Barbara around the waist, pinning her arms to her sides. Then, the hoodlum with the bat figured that he wasn't going to be strike three. He swung at Mylok as a batter would when his team was down one run, with two outs in the final inning. Mylok stepped in and wrapped his arm quickly around his opponent's arms, while also controlling the baseball bat. Like the venomous fangs of a cobra, Mylok's free hand dug in deep into his victim's throat. Strike three! You're out!
The Mark of Zorro was never to be seen. The name writer figured he was not going to leave his initials on this well dressed man. So, dropping his keys to the gang's van, Mr. T-shirt and jeans took off to the nearest exit.
Barbara freed herself by back kicking the grabber in the shin. The man quickly regained his balance on his good leg. Barbara then rushed to Mylok's side for security. With Mylok's eyes searching deep into his soul, the con begged for forgiveness. Mylok felt about as much mercy towards the vandal as the wrongdoer had for Barbara. Nevertheless, the vandal was granted his wish.
With the flames of hell still burning in his eyes, Mylok demanded, "Go! Leave your friends and the van here." Mylok then bent down to pick up the fallen knife, so that the three remaining men would not get any ideas. Two of them appeared to be out cold. The hood that held the knife was still rolling on the cement floor, but he was not going too far on one leg.
Barbara's anger started to turn toward Mylok. "How can you let him get away?" she cried, seeing her totaled car.
(Continues...)
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