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An excerpt from SONZ OF DARKNESS by D R U N O B L E
A GHETTOHEAT® PRODUCTION
“They won’t wake up. What did you let that woman do to our children, Wilfred?” Marilyn nervously asked.
“GET IN THE CAR!” Wilfred shouted. The expression on her husband’s face told Marilyn that he was somewhat scared. She hurried into the passenger’s seat, halting her frustration for the moment. Wilfred didn’t bother to glance at his wife, as he started the vehicle’s ignition and drove off at rapid speed.
Marilyn stared silently at the right side of Wilfred’s face for ten minutes. She wanted to strike her husband so badly, for putting not only her, but their two children through the eerie circumstances.
I know you’re upset, Marilyn, but to my people this is sacred; it’s normal,” Wilfred stated, while his eyes were locked on the little bit of road the headlights revealed. Marilyn instantly frowned at his remark.
“Andrew and Gary were screaming inside that hut, and now they’re sound asleep. This is not normal, I don’t care what you say, this is wrong, Wilfred. That bitch did something to our kids, it’s like they’re drugged! Why the hell did you bring us out here? WHAT DID SHE DO TO THEM?” Marilyn loudly screamed, budding tears then began to run down the young, ebony mother’s face.
Wilfred then took a deep breath, trying his best to maintain his composure.
“Take us to the hospital!” Marilyn demanded.
“They don’t need a doctor, they’re perfectly healthy.”
“How can you say that? Just look at them,” Marilyn argued.
“Listen to me.”
“I don’t want to—”
“LISTEN TO ME!” Wilfred roared over his wife’s voice. Marilyn paused, glaring fiercely toward her husband as he spoke. “The Vowdun has done something to them; she’s given them gifts we don’t yet know. Marilyn, the Vowdun has helped many people with her magic, she once healed my broken leg in a matter of seconds. The Vowdun has brought men and women fame, wealth, and cured those stricken with deadly diseases. It was even told that she made a man immortal, who now lives in the shadows.”
“I’m a Christian, and what you’re talking about is satanic. You tricked me into coming out here to get Andrew and Gary blessed—you’re a liar!” Marilyn interjected.
“That is why we came to Haiti, and it has been done—the worse is now over.”
As the couple argued, Gary Romulus eyes opened. He remained silent and unknown to his parents. The infant was in a trance, detached from his surroundings. Wilfred wasn’t paying attention to the road ahead; his vision was locked on his wife as they feuded. Gary was however. The newborn saw what his mother and father didn’t see, way ahead in the black night.
Two huge glowing crimson eyes stared back at the baby. They were serpentine, eyes Gary would never forget. They were the same eyes he and his brother, Andrew had seen in the hut; the Vowdun’s eyes. Gary reached across and gently touched his older brother’s shoulder, strangely Andrew awoke in the same catatonic state as his sibling.
“Everything is going to be okay, Marilyn. I tried to pay the Vowdun her price, but she refused,” Wilfred said. Marilyn gasped.
“A price?” Marilyn replied annoyingly, refusing to hear her husband’s explanation.
Andrew and Gary glared at the large red eyes, which were accompanied by an ever growing shadow that seemed to make the oncoming road darker. Lashing shadows awaited the vehicle.
“WHAT PRICE?” Marilyn then retorted, consumed with anger; she could easily detect the blankness of her husband’s mind. Wilfred now was at a loss of words, even he had no knowledge of what the Vowdun expected from him, that was the very thought that frightened the man to the core.
The car was moving at seventy miles per hour. The saddened mother of two turned away from Wilfred’s stare, at that moment, Marilyn couldn’t even bare his presence. When her sight fell on the oncoming road, Marilyn franticly screamed out in terror. Wilfred instinctively turned forward to see what frightened his wife. His mouth fell ajar at the sight of the nightmarish form ahead of them.
Filled with panic, Wilfred quickly tried to turn the steering wheel to avoid crashing.
It was too late.
The sudden impact of the collision caused the speeding car to explode into immense flames that roared to the night sky. The creature that had caused it suddenly disappeared, leaving behind its chaotic destruction and the reason for it.
Out of the flickering flames and screeching metal came young Andrew, who held his baby brother carefully in his fragile arms. An illuminating blue sphere then surrounded their forms, which kept Andrew and Gary unscathed from the fires and jagged metal of the wreckage; incredibly, the two brothers were physically unharmed.
Andrew walked away from the crash feeling melancholy. In the middle of his forehead was a newly formed third eye, which stared out bizarrely. Not until he and Gary were far enough away from the accident did Andrew sit down, and the blue orb vanished.
Gary then looked up at his older brother and cooed to get his attention. Andrew ignored him, he was staring at the flaming vehicle as their parents’ flesh burned horridly, causing a horrible stench to pollute the air. Through glassy eyes, Andrew’s vision didn’t waver, the child was beyond mourning.
Finally, Andrew gazed down at his precious baby brother before he embraced Gary. Gary smiled assured, unfazed by the tragic event. With his tiny arms, Gary then tried to reach upwards, to touch the strange silver eye on his brother’s forehead, playfully. Gary was as amused by the new organ as he would’ve been about a brand new toy.
“Mommy and daddy are gone now,” Andrew then sobbed, as streams of tears rolled down his young face. He was trying his best to explain his sorrow. “I will never leave you, Gary—I promise,” The young boy cried. Gary giggled, still trying to reach Andrew’s third eye as best he could.
For the price of the Vowdun to bestow her gifts from her dark powers to the children, Wilfred Romulus had paid the ultimate price—he and his wife’s lives. Their children were given gifts far beyond their father’s imagination, and for this, they were also cursed with fates not of their choosing. The future held in store untold suffering.
Andrew and Gary were no longer innocent, no longer children of Wilfred and Marilyn Romulus—they were now Sonz of Darkness.
DRU NOBLE, born and raised in New Rochelle, New York, is the product of a single-parent household. The oldest of three siblings, he learned early to escape the harshness of reality in life through creativity and imagination. A talented artist by nature, DRU NOBLE attended Southern Westchester Boces for Commercial Arts, in which he’s also a devote practitioner of the martial art form called Jukido Jujitsu.
In 1996, DRU NOBLE was unjustly found guilty of murder in the second degree for the involvement in a botched robbery when he was seventeen years old, and was sentenced to twenty years to life—a far more punishable sentence than both of his co-defendants; although DRU NOBLE didn’t commit murder in the midst of the crime. Instead of falling in the pit of madness, as many other inmates placed in his situation tend to, DRU NOBLE penned the urban science-fiction thriller, SONZ OF DARKNESS while incarcerated, unleashing a serious and dark journey into the sci-fi world. DRU NOBLE is currently writing future installments of the SONZ OF DARKNESS series while waiting to regain his freedom, ultimately creating a better future for himself and his family.
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