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Creative Vengeance: Assassin Games, #2
Creative Vengeance: Assassin Games, #2
Creative Vengeance: Assassin Games, #2
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Creative Vengeance: Assassin Games, #2

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For New Haven's number one Assassin things are always complicated. The Kills are piling up and the woman are out for more than his blood. With family involved things are getting bad to worse. In a world of vampires and werewolves it would be cruel to add magic. 

With an outbreak of zombies just one of those things the Moon Group's top Assassin has more pressing matters to deal with like who on earth is trying to have him killed this time.

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Release dateJun 26, 2014
ISBN9781498921572
Creative Vengeance: Assassin Games, #2

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    Creative Vengeance - Michael D McAuley

    About the Author

    Michael D McAuley lives in Birmingham in the United Kingdom. He has written since the age of 21. A big lover of both horror movies and fantasy he is inspired by the greats such as Stephen King, Dean Koontz, and Clive Barker, as well as the many television shows he has watched religiously. With a vivid imagination, Michael likes nothing better than to create stories about characters the reader will care about in an otherworldly setting of the supernatural.

    Prelude

    I WAS DREAMING OF MY past. It was a hot summer afternoon. I had a full congregation of parishioners in my church as I gave my sermon. The words didn't matter. It was a dream so vivid in its visual yet it was as though the world had been put on mute. I stood behind a tall polished oak pulpit looking at my flock.

    The strange thing was the people seating in the pews were not all from my past. Dotted in between the faces from old memories were individuals who had never known me as a priest, people that only saw me as a killer. I couldn't understand why my past was mingled with my present. The thing with dreams is we just accept them for what they are with anything being possible. In the dream world, the absurd became reality.

    Buddy Malone was there looking very serious, albeit dressed as Elvis Presleyideburns, but there he was in a dream about my past. You try to make sense of things when you dream only to wake up feeling the events created by your mind slipping away so fast. The vampire should not have been there. I had never seen a vampire or any kind of supernatural being in my past that much I knew even as I slept. Sitting next to him in a dark suit was Alistair Crowley, a master vampire Buddy had helped me kill three weeks earlier.

    Amongst the crowd were the two identical twin brother vampires that had also lost their lives in the battle. Then there was Yolanda Gar, my hellfire demon lover, seating at the back of the church holding hands with her husband Mustaffa. She wore a colorful summer dress full of bright flowers. She kissed him tenderly on the cheek. In the real world, the whole lovey-dovey routine was so far from the truth. They both frequently saw other people.

    The scene abruptly changed as dreams so often do. Everyone was leaving in an orderly manner. Only one person remained.  A young blonde-haired girl alone on the front row in a yellow summer dress covered with bright red roses. She was so tiny with little red shoes. The girl mustn't have been any more than six years old. Sitting there in a flood of tears she looked up at me as I moved from behind the pulpit. I wanted to console her as I did my own daughter at that age.

    Are you ok my child? I asked softly as I came to kneel down before her.

    When the young girl looked up with her cheeks moist with tears I recognized her instantly. There had been an assignment, a hit on a rival hitman, Carlos Estevez, where Felix McAvoy, my mentor in the art of killing, had used the child to enrage our target into dropping his guard. Estevez had been so enraged that he flew at McAvoy. He had lost all sense. They tumbled down some stairs. The outcome was a blade in the Mexican's throat.

    Why did you let him take me? she sobbed looking at me with her innocent eyes.

    I woke up soaking in my own sweat. I was gasping for air as though I had been drowning in my dream. Perhaps I had been screaming or at least trying to. Guilt filled my heart. There were so many bad things I had done in the last five years, things that had been more than morally questionable, but then that's the life of an assassin. If I had been a more emotional person I would have sat up weeping. Years of killing had hardened me, blocked my ability to feel, yet guilt was taking hold at that moment. I had never even asked the girl's name. I just let McAvoy take her away to who knows where to be brought up by god knows who. For all, I knew he could have sold her into slavery, or worse. He had told me she was special. As I lay there trying unsuccessfully to get back to sleep I wondered why I had thought of the girl. Perhaps it was my mind reminding me how much I needed to be there for my own daughter, or maybe she was more important than I knew. I had to know what happened to her.

    Chapter 1

    SOME DAYS YOU WAKE up knowing you are going to be covered in the blood of others, at least in my line of work. I was the number one assassin ©[i]in all of New Haven, a world-class hitman by all accounts. Death was something I encountered on most days. I welcomed it like a dear friend.   

    Currently, my assassination work had dried up on account of falling out with my Employer, The Moon Group. They had for a second time unleashed a zombie virus on the populace. It was all in the name of profit. It was something I had tried to prevent. With my employment status in question, I had decided to keep myself busy with something similar. I half expected The Moon Group to send someone to kill me again, but until then I wasn't going to worry about it.

    I had been sent into a part of Old Town that had been overrun with zombies. I was part of a group of reapers that included Douglas Bishop. I knew him as the bouncer from the bar Fangs for Coming owned by Buddy Malone. It was meant to be a simple extermination mission. It was fairly standard according to Bishop.

    Before I left I had called my daughter Natalia. After her mother had finally passed she had come to see me. She had reactivated my old personality of father Scott Anderson with a simple phrase my subconscious had been programmed to accept. It had overridden the personality of a ruthless assassin I had created five years ago at a New You clinic. Natalia was staying with one of my friends Buddy Malone. He was a very old if somewhat crazy vampire.

    Nat, Sweetheart. Please stay in the bar. Don't even leave your room if you can help it. I have to go to a job.

    Dad I managed on my own for five years when you left. I know why you did it, but I can take care of myself. We don't have a clue how long this outbreak will last. She told me over the phone.

    Just for a few days then. I pleaded with her. It was weird. Just three weeks ago I had been a ruthless killer with no knowledge of my past. It was the first time I had heard from my daughter in five years. It was then that she used a series of words that had been programmed into my subconscious as a key to draw back the curtain on my past. It was then that my old life as a priest was revealed to me. My wife had contracted the virus.  I managed through desperation and several acts that I am still not proud of to raise enough funds to purchase the cure from The Moon Group. Unfortunately by the time, we had administered the cure for the z-virus, as the media had labeled it, Natalia's mother was too far gone. We might as well have just put her out of her misery with a bullet. There was nothing left to her but a shell that needed constant twenty four hour supervision. My wife could not even manage to take herself to the bathroom. I ripped off my dog collar, burned my bible, turning my back on God; as I believed he had my family. I lost all faith in a higher power.  I abandoned my daughter in my blind need for revenge leaving her to care for her mother. I told myself I hoped to find retribution for what had happened to my family.  I had gained a high level of access to the Moon Group but found out recently that they had been toying with me in full knowledge of my life before I became their number one assassin. They had been responsible for both outbreaks.

    Just a few days, Natalia replied with a sigh. I spent five years taking care of mom. I need to start living my life. I guess a few days won't change things.

    Ok. I love you, Sweetheart, I said. I doubted she would stick to her word.

    She hung up without another word. I could expect no more. She had come to me as she had nowhere else to go. With her mother having passed she had sought me out. I had abandoned her though. It would take a long time if ever to repair the five years in which I had forced our separation upon her.

    Perhaps it would have been worth it if I had taken down The Moon Group. As it was I had become an instrument to assassinate those that got in the group's way or those that had upset their associates. I had yet to receive official confirmation of my dismissal though they had sent quite a few people to kill me while I was completing my last assignment. I had to kill my old mentor turned vampire. As far as The Moon Group knew I had done as ordered. While I awaited their next move I had taken on reaper work with Douglas Bishop. Reapers were sent into areas heavily infested with the undead to exterminate them like vermin. The Moon Group had caused the virus yet again. The local government had reactivated the reaper program in an attempt to gain some control over the new outbreak.

    The overrun area was a large supermarket in the center of town. Not the kind of place you wanted the outbreak to start spreading. We went carrying

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