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"Parallel" (standard:science fiction, 68314 words)
Author: Saxon ViolenceAdded: Mar 27 2013Views/Reads: 4497/5020Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Ward is on the run from the Law when a Secret Society offers him passage to an Alternate Dimension.
 



Prologue 

It was after midnight and it was raining heavily when someone knocked on
my door. 

I grabbed my sawed-off 10-gauge shotgun. The Gun was legal, because it
was a muzzle-loader. It’s Hell to reload with any degree of speed, but 
for the first two shots it’s better than Roadwarrior’s sidearm. 

I had a high-capacity 9mm inside my trousers. The Double Barrel was cake
icing. 

The dude at the door was a big man—over six foot, easy, his weight
somewhere in the mid two hundreds. 

He moved too gracefully though, like someone who’s trained extensively
in martial arts or gymnastics or dancing. 

Practice enough and the difference between those lines of endeavor
shrink drastically. 

Our brief tête-à-tête through the door proved that he’d spoken to my
cousin, so I let him in. 

I backed well away from the door before I bade him enter and I kept him
covered the whole while with my Howdah Pistol. 

My three Bullmastiffs watched him as if waiting for an excuse to tear
him into pieces small enough to hide. 

In fact, they were waiting for some indication that it was okay to play
with him. 

Still, if he had threatened me in any way, they would swap mission
protocols abruptly. 

He was dressed in black from head to foot, with a long black leather
trench coat and a black slouch hat pulled low over one eye. 

“I am an Acolyte of The Society,” he began. 

“Your cousin asked that this manuscript be delivered to you. It tells of
something of the fate of your cousin and other folks of your 
acquaintance.” 

I had him covered as he reached inside his long wet duster for a
package, but he produced it without doing anything sinister. 

“I will give you time to read Down’s words and to form an opinion. 

“I will call again in a few days,” He said and then abruptly, he left. 

*************** ************* ********** 

My name is “Sour Mann”. 

Yes, that is my real name and yes, it is a pun. 

My uncle and my father had discussed how American names were becoming
ever more conformist and conventional and they resolved to buck the 
trend. 

My cousin’s name was “Down Ward”. 

If you have a good memory, you might recall the middle-aged Pentecostal
Preacher who snapped and went on a shooting rampage. 

Yes, it’s the same Down Ward. 

God love the Mass Media. They generally leave out the good parts. 

There was a small-time gang lord and drug dealer named “Rubenstein”. 

Rubenstein asked Down’s fourteen-year-old daughter Sabrina to have sex
with him and then become one of his street-walking whores. 


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