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From the Ashes Chapter Three Part Seventeen

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen

I was getting the feeling that pretty soon I was going to figure out what it was to be a monster. It wasn’t something that I ever thought would happen. I mean I thought that I would die at some point from a monster, but never become one.

“I think the time is now,” he said to me.

“I would really rather you didn’t,” I said to him.

“You really don’t have a choice.”

“I’m not going to let you turn me.”

“Stop me.”

He burst into flames and reached towards me. I could feel the heat as he approached me. He was inches away from my face and I was sure that it was all over, but you know there is always something at the last second.

You would think there was a gunshot or an explosion that stopped Larry, but instead there was a cloud of white smoke. That’s what it looked like, anyway. It was some sort of industrial fire extinguisher; I kid you not. It obviously wasn’t enough to really take Larry down but it was enough to distract him.

He was no longer on fire and he dropped my weapons—he had been holding them. I grabbed them while everyone was distracted and quickly chopped off the head of the werewolf that had killed my parents. Hopefully this time he would stay dead. Larry was coughing and trying to recover. I swung at his head but he moved out of the way. He wasn’t quick enough, however. His hand didn’t move out of the way as quickly, so I was able to chop it off. He yelled.

“Damn you!” he shouted. I went to cut him again but he set himself ablaze again, causing an explosion that knocked me off my feet. Then he flew away. “I will be back for you!”

I turned around to start fighting the monsters but they were already dead, or were about to be. The gremlins and agency made sure of that. Right before the last few monsters were killed Mygle turned to look at me.

“Go,” I mouthed to him. And like that, he and his companions were gone. I didn’t need Fields questioning them. She would probably have them killed.

Fields walked over to me.

“What was that about?” she asked me.

“What?” I replied.

“The gremlins.”

“I don’t know. Maybe you could explain what took you so long?”

“We got here as fast as we could.”

Everyone was looking at me. Clearly they heard the conversation between Larry and I. I’m not going to call him dad or father, ever. I would cut out my tongue before I did that.

“Did you know?” I asked Fields. I figured she would have known and that was why she was acting so weird before, and wanted me to fight him.

She didn’t say anything.

“Did you know?” I repeated.


“Do you think you could have warned me?”

“It wasn’t my place to tell.”

“Wasn’t your place? Do you think I wanted that jerk to tell me?”

“What did he say to you?”

“That he would be back for me.”

“We need to be ready.”

“We don’t need to be anything. I’m going to look for him on my own.” I turned my back and started to walk away. I turned back around to look at Roy. “You coming?”

“You just said that you wanted to be alone,” he pointed out.

“Let’s go.”

We walked away, heading toward my car.

“I have an idea where he’s going!” Fields shouted to me.

I ignored her.

“He might go after your sister…”

From the Ashes: Chapter Three Part Seventeen

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Posted by on March 21, 2015 in Chapter Three, From the Ashes


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From the Ashes Chapter Three Part Sixteen

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen, Part Seventeen

I didn’t know what to say to him. I kind of felt like he was lying to me still. So many questions were running through my mind at once I didn’t know where to began.

“How?” I said. “Why?”

He chuckled.

“If you’re a monster, why do you look like a human?” I asked him.

“One of the perks of being a phoenix,” he replied. If there wasn’t any proof he was my dad before then, there was proof right there. I don’t think I will ever be able to say that again without wanting to shoot myself in the head.

“I want you to join me,” he said to me.

I snapped. Words weren’t enough for me to express how I really felt, so I attacked him. I didn’t have either of my axes or my guns but I didn’t really care.

I jumped up and spun at the same time, actually landing a kick to the side of his head. I didn’t have time to celebrate, though, and continued my assault on him. Punch after punch, kick after kick, I tried as hard as I could to beat him to death. He blocked every hit I attempted, unfortunately.

With a quick flip of my hand I flashed a bright white light, but he saw it coming and hit me with a hard punch to the face. I fell back to the ground and felt the blood start to drip down my face.

“There is really no point trying to fight me,” he said to me casually.

“I’m going to kill you,” I promised him.

“I’m your father. You wouldn’t kill me.”

“You’re not my father! You had him killed seven years ago!”

“Yes, well, maybe he’s the one who raised you but blood is blood.”

“Shut up!”

He stayed silent.

“If you hate paladins, why do you want to join me?” I asked. “Why not just kill me?”

“Like I said: blood is blood,” he said.

“You are such an asshole.”

“Soon you will be like me.”

“Why now?”

He hesitated, like he didn’t want to tell me.

“Why now?” I repeated.

“I have my reasons,” he told me.


“I had to wait.”

“For what?”

“Do you think it was easy to create all of this?”

I couldn’t tell is he was lying or not. Maybe he just didn’t want to admit that he took forever to do it, I don’t know.

“I will never join you,” I promised him.

He hunched down in front of me in a catcher’s position.

“Wes, what makes you think you have a choice…?”

From the Ashes: Chapter Three Part Sixteen

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Posted by on March 18, 2015 in Chapter Three, From the Ashes


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From the Ashes Chapter Three Part Fifteen

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part SixteenPart Seventeen

When you are put in a situation where someone tells you he is your father, even though you had never seen him your life growing up, you would probably stare at him for a long time, not sure how to act. I didn’t. Instead I laughed. I laughed and laughed and laughed. I laughed so hard that it took me a couple minutes to calm myself down. He was clearly lying.

Larry waited patiently, his demeanor unchanged.

“You’re serious?” I asked him.

He said nothing.

“Yeah, okay,” I brushed it off. “I suppose you’re going to tell me my real name is Luke.”

“Huh?” he asked.

“Never mind.”

“I am your father, Wes.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Let me ask you something: what do you remember before the age of six?”

“Lots of things.”

“Like what.”

I thought about it for moment and to be honest I couldn’t remember anything. That’s not that crazy, though. It was a long time ago.

“What’s your point?” I asked him.

“I was once a paladin,” he began.

“How can you be a phoenix, then? Paladins can’t be turned into monsters.”

“Let me finish.” He took in a breath. “You were five years old and there were stories of a horrible monster terrorizing the Amazon. At the time there were more of us and we were formed into a group with a council, as it always had been. I was selected by the council to investigate. When I got down there it was more than I had bargained for. I discovered the monster that was living deep within the jungle.”

“The phoenix.”

He backhanded me. “I said let me finish.”

“Right,” I said, rubbing my face.

“I discovered the phoenix and it was fierce,” he continued. “In the end I was able to defeat it but not without suffering many burns and bites. At first there was no change. I flew home, my wounds healed; I continued to live my life. Over the next year I started to notice changes: my body temperature rose, I became stronger and faster, and many other things. It didn’t take me long to realize I was becoming the thing I had hunted.

“I realized that I really knew nothing about the phoenix. So, I did some research. I found that they are ancient creatures, first of all monsters. I learned, not only through experience, that it is the only monster that can change a paladin. I started to feel different, emotionally.”

“They have people you can talk to about that,” I suggested.

He raised his hand to strike me.

I put my hands up. “I get it, I’ll shut up.”

He put his hand back down.

“I began to hate my own kind,” he told me. “Humans, too. Your mother began to see the change.”

“Was she a paladin?” I asked him, playing along.


“Did she know you were?”



“I killed all of the paladins.”

“Except for Drake.”

A look of hatred washed over his face. “Yes. He was quite elusive.”

“After I killed all of the paladins your mother took you and hid you from me. She gave you to someone from her past that I had never met before. She had Drake erase your memory—you were young enough that he was able to do that—so you would have no idea that she or I existed. It wasn’t until you were 11 that I was able to find you again.”

He looked at me, waiting for some sort of response.

“That is such a load of shit,” I blurted. “Do you really expect me to just sit here and believe that?”

He finally took off his hat and coat, allowing me to see his face. My jaw nearly dropped. He was clearly a few years older, or at least looked like it, phoenixes probably don’t age, but he looked exactly like me. He really was my father…

From the Ashes: Chapter Three Part Fifteen

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Posted by on March 16, 2015 in Chapter Three, From the Ashes


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From the Ashes Chapter Three Part Fourteen

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part FifteenPart SixteenPart Seventeen

The first thing that freaked me out when I woke up was that things were dead silent—no pun intended. It took a little bit for my eyes to finally focus but when they did it looked like I had just woken up in a war zone. There were cars flipped over and on fire, buildings with windows smashed in and doors torn off, and there were bodies everywhere. It was a disaster.

The second thing that scared me was that all of the monsters that were in that town, the ones that were left at least, were surrounding me. The only monsters that I didn’t see were ghouls, which meant that the witches were definitely dead. That was a plus.

They were all staring at me, waiting patiently.

“Are you guys going to attack me at some point?” I asked them, pointlessly.

None of them answered.

“You guys are so creepy,” I said.

“They are waiting for my command,” Larry said, walking out from behind a group of them. “Don’t worry I don’t intend for them to kill you. Not yet, at least.”

I nodded my head, not really sure what I wanted to say.

“Do you now see what I am capable of?” he asked me with his arms spread out wide. I was already terrified of him anyway he didn’t need to make a point of it.

“Is everyone here dead?” I asked him.

“There’s a few held up in the police station but we’ll get to them later.”

“Why did you revive the witches?”

“I actually only needed to resurrect Belinda. She brought back the other two.”

“How? Why?”

“As to how, it is one of my many gifts.” He suddenly burst into flames. Red, orange and purple fire completely engulfed him but he didn’t yell. “I’m a phoenix.” The flames extinguished and he returned back to normal. His clothes didn’t burn but I didn’t even want to know why. “I can bring other monsters back to life.” As if to prove his point further the last werewolf that killed my parents, the one that I killed earlier, walked up next to Larry with a smile.

“I’ve never heard of a phoenix before,” I said to him, ignoring the werewolf.

“I’m the last in existence.”

“Why did you bring the Terrible Three back?”

“As a test.”


“I needed to make sure that you were worthy.”

“Worthy of what?!” I was yelling at that point. “Why do you keep saving me? Why won’t you just kill me? Why won’t you just leave me alone?”

Larry looked at me like he was annoyed, but he quickly wiped the look off his face and smiled.

“I wanted to make sure that you were worthy enough to join me,” he informed me.

“I would never join you,” I told him through my teeth. “Why would I ever join you? You killed my parents.”

Larry started laughing. It was small at first but then turned into something uncontrollable. Eventually all of the monsters joined in and they were all laughing at me.

“What?” I asked.

They kept laughing. It was a mix of laughter and the sound of dying animals.

“What?!” I asked louder.

Still they continued to laugh.

“STOP LAUGHING!” I demanded.

It seemed like a long shot but it worked. Slowly the laughter dwindled to a slight chuckle and then nothing.

“What was so funny?” I asked Larry.

“I didn’t kill your parents,” he said.

“You had the werewolves do it.”

“No, you misunderstand me. I didn’t kill your parents.”

I didn’t like where this was going.

“Wes, I’m your father…”

From the Ashes: Chapter Three Part Fourteen

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Posted by on March 13, 2015 in Chapter Three, From the Ashes


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From the Ashes Chapter Three Part Thirteen

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Fourteen, Part FifteenPart SixteenPart Seventeen

They slammed me into the side of a building, nearly putting me through a brick wall. Then I was tossed into a small, blue sedan so hard it caused the whole right side to cave in. I hoped whosever car it was that they had insurance because the car was screwed. The whole town was going to need a lot of insurance.

Back and forth the three of them threw me, trying too hard to make me feel pain. It was working, of course. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to feel it the next morning. Why hadn’t Fields and the rest of them shown up yet? They sure were taking their sweet time.

“Ugh,” I moaned. “You three suck.”

They were all floating toward me. Yeah, you read that right. They weren’t walking toward me but were actually hovering in the air above the solid ground. Witches.

“Are we to assume that you are giving up?” Belinda asked me.

“I never give up,” I replied.


“I usually am.”

They stood by the car as I slowly moved away. I didn’t need them to start pummeling on me again. I was in enough pain as it was.

“So what’s your plan?” I asked them.

“The world is ours,” Caroline informed me so casually.

“We will do whatever we want,” Rowena added.

“That’s not really a good answer,” I said.

“What does it matter to you, boy?” Belinda asked me.

“You don’t really think that Larry is just going to let you three just wander around, owning the world, do you?”

They looked at me, unchanged.

“There is no way that he would start all of this just so you three could take over,” I pointed out. “That wouldn’t make any sense.”

“What are you getting at?” Belinda asked me, clearly annoyed.

“If you three try to take over he will just kill you.”

“My dear boy, he won’t be able to stop us.”

I just laughed. Not because I wanted to aggravate them but because it was just too funny. What could they possibly do to stop Larry? I don’t care if they were the Terrible Three.

“You three are funny,” I said.

“Oh?” Belinda responded.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“And why is that?”

“Are your feet getting wet?”

That’s right ladies and gentlemen; I was distracting them. When they threw me into the car it caused a leak. So, the three of them were hovering over a puddle of gasoline.

Before any of them could move I pulled out one of my guns and fired a shot. It was quite pleasant watching them blow up, but I was close enough that it knocked me over backwards. I hit my head on the hard pavement and was knocked out cold…

From the Ashes: Chapter Three Part Thirteen

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Posted by on March 11, 2015 in Chapter Three, From the Ashes


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From the Ashes Chapter Three Part Twelve

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part ThirteenPart Fourteen, Part FifteenPart SixteenPart Seventeen

For a split moment he stared at me, shocked just as much as I was, before he fell backwards. I ran up to him.

“Bennett?” I said softly. His empty eyes stared off into nothing.

He didn’t respond.

“Bennett!” I shouted a little louder.

I knew the moment the piece of wood hit him that he was dead, but just like every human—I know I am a paladin but I’m just as much a human emotionally as you are—I held on to a sliver of hope. There was nothing that my blood would do to heal him at that point so all I could do was let him go.

I didn’t cry, I really don’t cry, but I was very angry. I searched around me until my eyes fell upon the Terrible Three. Of course it was them, who else would it be? I guess it could have been Larry but it wasn’t him.

“You,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Oh look, sisters, he’s angry,” Belinda pointed out with glee.

I took out my guns and started shooting but the bullets bounced off some invisible shield and flew harmlessly away from them. I didn’t care, though, and kept shooting until the clips ran out. Then I switched to my axes.

With as much fury and anger I could muster I swung my axes at the witches with intent on murdering them, but with each swing the axes either bounced off them like the bullets or hit nothing but air. Finally one of them knocked me to the ground.

“What do you really expect to do, young one?” Caroline asked me.

“You can’t defeat us,” Rowena assured me.

“No one can,” Belinda chimed in.

I looked at them as my chest heaved in and out.

“Someone did,” I pointed out. “You’ve all died before.”

“And yet here we are,” Belinda said with her arms spread out.


I had no idea how I was supposed to beat them. Belinda had been burned to a crisp already and here she was again.

“How are you alive?” I asked her.

“I’m a witch,” she said plainly.

“Oh that makes much more sense now.” I’m sure Larry had something to do with it.

“Are you ready to die now?”

“Are you?”

They all just laughed.

I stood up and held my axes out, ready to strike. I didn’t see any way that I could kill them, but that wasn’t going to stop me. It would never stop me. Plus, I always found ways out of these situations…

From the Ashes: Chapter Three Part Twelve

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Posted by on March 6, 2015 in Chapter Three, From the Ashes


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From the Ashes Chapter Three Part Eleven

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part TwelvePart ThirteenPart Fourteen, Part FifteenPart SixteenPart Seventeen

Finding those witches in that town at that moment wasn’t going to be easy due to all the chaos. For the most part I was going to have to run around and hope for the best. Something told me that they wanted me to find them, though, so it probably wasn’t going to be that hard.

During my search I decided I would take down as many monsters as I could. So I chopped left and right severing a lot of heads. It was pretty gross. What was the world going to be like even if we did survive this?

“Wes?” Fields said to me, still in my earpiece.

“Hello,” I replied casually.

“We will be there within the hour.”

“I’m not so sure this town will be.”

A werewolf attacked me, but I stepped to the side and took it down with both my axes.

“We will be there as soon as we can,” Fields tried to reassure me. “Keep everything together as best you can.”

“Oh I will,” I informed her. She went silent.

I looked that town up and down trying to find the Terrible Three but was coming up short. I decided that I would again go back to the spot where we killed Belinda before but as I headed in that direction I saw officer Bennett heading towards the police station with a small group of people. I approached him just as he blasted a ghoul in the head.

“Bennett!” I shouted.

“Wes!” he replied back with a bit of excitement. “Glad to see you’re still alive.”

“Barely. How are you making out here?”

“Get into the station,” he ordered the townspeople.

“I don’t know,” he said, turning his attention back to me. “This is all just a big mess. I’ve seen too many good people die.”

“We can try to save as many as we can,” I told him. “It’s the best we can do.”

He nodded his head.

“Have you seen Belinda and her stupid sisters running around?” I asked him.

“Her sisters are here too?” he asked me with his eyes wide open.

“Yeah, and they suck just as much as she does.”

“I’m guessing if I did run into them then I would be dead right now.”


I looked around at all the mayhem and didn’t truly believe what I was seeing with my own eyes. I never thought for once in my life that things would ever get as bad as they were right then. My life was crazy and I fought monsters all of the time but that’s what I thought my life would always be like. It was what I knew and what I was used to. This was something far beyond that.

Another thing that I noticed was that there really weren’t any people around, aside from the ones that monsters had gotten to.

“Is there anyone else left?” I asked him.

“There might be some more hiding out,” he said, not really confident.

“You’ve done all you can. Get in the station and keep everyone safe.”


“Be careful.”

“I will.”

There are some things that you can’t prevent, no matter how careful you are. Right as he was about to head into the station, a piece of wood flew from out of nowhere and hit him right in the heart…

From the Ashes: Chapter Three Part Eleven

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Posted by on March 2, 2015 in Chapter Three, From the Ashes


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