Darlene spent the night awake sorting out the information she had about the events and looking for any data or clues could tell her what was going on. She reviewed the names of the owners of the houses where the shootings had occurred and thought it would not hurt to search for some kind of information about them on the Internet. The first one to enter was, of course, the owner of the house the first event: John Moses. The first thing came up with his name was information from Facebook, and then a press release. Nothing else. The rest was information referring only to John’s first name or Moses’ last name, with no connection between them. She decided to read the press release. In it, an achievement obtained by Dr. Julius Hansen in the cloning of human organs was presented to the world, and the name of John Moses only came out as a part of the reference of one of the photographs of the event, as a close friend of Dr. Hansen. She thought about it for a moment: if the first
David and the others had already entered New York followed by Mark and Doris. Mark gave them a lights change and David looked it in the rearview mirror; Mark was ordering him to stop. They pulled up to the side of the street and once he had got out of the car, Mark approached them.“You have no idea where to start looking, right?”David and the others shook their heads.“Some time ago we did a raid on a house where satanic rituals and things like that were performed. The house is closed, but one of the detainees lives nearby. We can start there, questioning him to tell us where the child could have been taken.”“And you think that man could have taken him to them?” Karen asked.“It’s most likely. If their own attempts failed more than once, they could turn to that man to do what they couldn’t.”“Okay”, said David. “Let’s go there.”“Follow
Thomas saw absolutely nothing. At the back of the room he began to make out two red dots were gradually appearing. He was glad his Lord came at that very moment, and he told him so, as the two points slowly approached him.“It’s time for a change”, his Lord said.Thomas didn’t understand, and began to sweat profusely. He felt enormous heat.“I don’t ... understand, my Lord ... What change?”The emergency lamp lights started flashing again, faulty. Thomas could better see the black shadow with two red dots in front of him. Strangely, it was becoming less dark, as if lightening, and taking the form of what appeared to be a man. Suddenly Thomas found himself in front of him: the shadow had taken his shape, and he began to feel fear. The other Thomas walked up to his side, put his left hand on his neck, and as if he were just a piece of paper he lifted him from the chair, holding him in front of him. Thomas began to c
Darwin Conrad was really angry when he called Darlene to her cell phone. He strongly reproached her for the advance she made on the event at the police station, where she raised the possibility that a clone of Jesus of Nazareth was involved. His bosses at CNN headquarters in Atlanta had called him about the "strange and confusing" report from the headquarters in New York, and were also concerned about the wave of rumors and speculative news were taking place throughout the country, as a result of the report. Darwin wasn’t used to questioning his reporters in front of their bosses, so he promised to investigate and delve deeper into the event and have a concrete answer before the end of the day, reassuring them at least for the moment. Now he had his star reporter on the phone and he was upset not so much by the fact she had said all this on the air, but because she didn’t wait for his order to do so.“Now you’re going to have to justify all what you sa
Joseph’s existence could no longer be hidden. The armed religious group in front of the One Police Plaza had brought to the fore the truth about the events of last few days, where many witnesses to Dr. Hansen’s words spread everything he had said on social media, and practically everyone knew a scientist had managed to clone Jesus of Nazareth, and religious groups and satanic sects had tried to kill the clone child, considering him an abomination or a threat to their existence and raison for being. In many cities of the world, groups of people gathered in public places, such as squares and avenues, and held vigils asking for the life of the child Jesus and for him to be presented to the world as their new Lord and Savior to follow him. Others, very small, continued to affirm Joseph was the product of the devil and considered he shouldn’t exist, because he violated God’s laws. The most cautious kept to the expectation of what might happen, arguing that God&rsq
Mark and Doris were chatting with David and Karen when the door of the safe house opened, giving way for Hansen and Joseph, the latter plunging into his mother’s arms. Karen kissed him repeatedly and asked how they had been with the President.“He’s a good man, but very serious”, Joseph told her. “He doesn’t want David to be with us.”“Why? David asked. “What did he say, doctor?”Hansen sighed disconsolate.“He said even though you were acting in self-defense, and in ours, you should be investigated for the deaths of those people. Like me, because of what I did.”“And what’s the President going to do?” Karen asked.“He’ll have the NYPD look after us until he decides what to do with us. He has a lot of pressure from The Vatican and Israel ...”“Pressure?” Mark interjected. “Why are they pressuring him?”
New York, at midnight As usual, Thomas Robertson stayed awake beyond midnight, after heading the customary weekly sacrifice. Sitting in front of the window behind his desk, he looked thoughtful, and his face as always was grim. He had been leading to the satanic “Brothers of the Averno” sect for about ten years now, and the number of followers he had "harvested" through all those years already exceeded a thousand, only in New York City. In all those years of activity he had never felt greater concern than to please his “Lord of Darkness” as he said to Satan, seeking with his sacrifices, initiation activities and devotion, to win his favors and complacency. But now a shadow of concern was stopping him from sleep: a scientist had managed to clone Jesus of Nazareth on behalf of "The Second Coming", which meant a direct threat to his group and the loss of his effort throughout the years. Despite being a creation of man, he couldn’t risk that pers
Chapter 1He arrived precipitously to his house in the middle of the torrential downpour that fell at that time of night in London. Mrs. McAlister, the babysitter, came out to meet him smiling as always to tell him that the boy had already fallen asleep, while she began to grab her things to go home. Dr. Hansen gave her barely a glance as he left his wet raincoat on the floor and was rushed to the library there on the second floor. Mrs. McAlister was surprised by his attitude and asked him what was happening.“I don’t have time to explain. Thank you for coming, Mrs. McAlister”, the doctor told her as he walked into the library and began to rummage through the drawers of his desk. “As always, your payment was transferred to your account this morning. I won’t need you for the rest of the week. Now it’s better if you leaves, and the faster the better.”Mrs. McAlister hesitated for a few seconds, still puzzled,
He woke up when the bus stopped at the New York terminal. He had made a long trip from Los Angeles and felt extremely exhausted. He took his backpack and got off the bus with the other passengers. Outside, he barely recognized where he was, after four years of being there at his friend’s house. He sighed deeply.“We’re here, brother”, he said to himself in a low voice. “We’re already in your house.”At the age of twelve David Cranston lost his family in a tragic car accident. Whiskey fan, his father had drunk a lot in a family reunion on a Sunday, and on the way home he fell asleep at the wheel. His father, mother and five-year-old sister died that day, and David began a long journey through adoptive homes in which he never felt comfortable, since he had no other relatives to whom the authorities could leave him in custody. His father had been the only child of a failed marriage which abruptly separated and they never met again