Famous (The Soul of the World Book 1) by David Skato (best e books to read .TXT) 📕

it now,” we talk with Rochelle about Friday's concert, which will be her first live performance since the suicide hoax. Stay tuned to “The NC,” the only network for real talk.”

The wind is sucked out of Dontae’s lungs, and confusion stirs deep when he sees the catalyst that ruined his life. As bright as day with a big ass Kool-Aid smile, Rochelle is alive and well and on the screen. This entire situation was because of her. This bitch was alive, and the love of his life was dead. And it was all because of her and this fucking fake death stunt! His anger was now on full tilt, and it couldn’t be a worse time for Roland to step from the black Lincoln town car. Dontae’ sees him. His teeth clenched his bottom lip so tightly that it broke the skin, drawing a drop of blood. He took in a huge and deep breath, stuck his hand in the pocket, and placed it firmly on the pistol. This was it. The moment he was waiting for. This motherfucker was about to feel the pain that Sandy felt. He knew that this was going to be the end of his life also, but what the fuck did he have to live for? He takes the gun from his pocket and points it towards Roland, who is oblivious of the situation.

Suddenly a van pulls in front of Dontae' almost hitting him. The passenger door swings open to reveal an old white-haired man. Calvin Talbert waves to Dontae’.

“Get in. I can help you,” the man offered.

Who is this man who is so familiar but such a stranger? Dontae’ can’t quite place him, but he knows he has seen this man before.

“Come on, Dontae’, this is not the answer.” The man shouts.

Dontae’ thinks for a second. He can always get to Roland. What if this strange man knows something he doesn’t? This scene, this place, this moment, it can all be replicated. If he goes through with his plan and manages to kill Roland, he will never know what this man had to offer.  He put the gun back into his pocket and got into the van. The man hit the gas, the tire screeched, and they were off into the distance.

The two didn’t speak much as they drove for an hour or so. This was due to Dontae’s confusion about Rochelle and Calvin, allowing him to calm down a bit. Dontae’ was a shell of his former self. Any other time he would have asked a thousand questions. But things were different now. He didn’t worry about who this man was, where he was going, or even why. He was living in his mind. Revenge would have been nice, but death more convenient.

The van stopped at an old gate just off the main road. Calvin got out and opened it, drove in, got out, and locked it back. They went up a hill and through a few more trees until they reached a set of old buildings. The place had overgrown grass all around with puddles here and there that were probably Disneyland for mosquitos. The windows were mostly boarded up except for a few of the larger ones. Dontae’ thought the place looked like a community college campus. The van weaved through the first few buildings, coming to a stop in front of one with a barely visible placard. He could make out a few letters but not enough to read a full word.

Calvin looked at Dontae’. “Follow me.”

The two got out of the van and headed to the door of the building. Calvin then went to the side of the door and pulled a thin strip of wire from it. Dontae’ wasn’t sure what it was but didn’t care at that moment. The man then opened the door, and they walked in. He placed the device that he pulled from the outside of the door on the inside. The two walked down a small hall into an open space with a massive machine in the center. It vaguely resembled the hydron collider but on a much smaller scale.  They moved through this room and into a smaller space, which Dontae’ immediately recognized as a computer lab.

“Why are we here” Dontae’ finally broke the silence in a raspy, defeated voice.

“Welcome to Synofusion Labs.” Calvin proudly explains with his arms opening as if he was Willy Wonky in the chocolate factory. “We are here because they can’t track us behind these walls.”

Dontae’ pulls the gun from his pocket and places it on the table. “I was about to kill Walsh,” He confesses to his new friend.

“I know. That’s why I stopped you.” The man admitted.

“Who are you?”

“Name’s Calvin Talbert.”

“What the hell is happening? I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

Calvin Talbert stands and walks over to a whiteboard. He stares for a moment, then starts to speak.

“I'm going to say this as simply as possible. What I’m about to tell you is hard to grasp, but you have to believe me. Everything you know and everything you have been taught is a lie. The world is controlled by something dark. Beings that hide in the shadows. A Secret society that influences how we talk, dress, think. All for a plot of world domination.”

“And that's simple as possible?” Dontae’ questions.

“Everything from social media to new age religion were all created to manipulate people into thinking, acting even being what they want you to be,” Calvin explained.

Dontae’ takes a seat and stares blankly into space. “I saw something. It killed my girlfriend.”

“Yes. You saw The Carasaca. It is a demon that can temporarily manifest into a physical form.”

“That was you standing outside of my apartment?”

“Yes.”

Dontae jumps up and grabs Calvin by the neck. “You knew it was in my apartment, killing my girlfriend and you just let it?!

“There was nothing I could do.” The man said, struggling with every word.

Dontae’ releases him, believing what he had just heard. He paces back and forth for