After the Common Era: The Origin of James Doleman

By Sean Clarkson

James has seen the world of conflict between humans and supernaturals before, but after a strange letter from the mysterious "Swiss" he is told of being the legacy of a powerful line of supernaturals called "Doleman" and now has a stake in the conflict between humans and supernaturals.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sean Clarkson
• Release date: Mar 13, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301180127

Sean Clarkson

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After The Common Era: The Origin of James Doleman

By

Sean Clarkson

Published By Sean Clarkson at Smashwords

Copyright 2013 Sean Clarkson

Chapter One - A Strange Request

That will be 29 dollars. As I handed the business man the dozen roses.

It was quite a simple life; my job was helping in my grandmother flower shop.  I lived in New York all my life and I don’t plan to change that. As I was about to clock out from the shop my grandma called for me James, I need you working for a little longer, it’s almost closing time and this shop isn’t getting empty.

I bit back my lip, can’t you take care of the till? I have a matter to attend to. I wasn’t given any reply which meant that grandma wasn’t changing her mind. I went and clocked back.

The day at the flower shop was slightly busy for a Texday in the ten day week but it wasn’t much to complain about, grandma was busy tending to the flowers outback. I was usually the one that takes care of the flowers since I have a gift with nature but grandma tells me that I need to be social. So far my social life is by far greater than hers. I never see grandma go out or anything but meanwhile I will go out and have a good time out with my friend Zach.

I flipped the close sign at the door with both a sense of relief but exhaustion, I ran my hands through my red hair when grandma was coming out back and saying I don’t know what’s with you but it was hard trying to water the plants high up.

I turned towards grandma, she was very old but was still capable of jogging, her hair was left in a tight bun that never seemed to have untied. She always asked why I have pots on shelves so I tiredly answered We can’t just leave them on the floor like you used to do. More than twice I’ve broken a set of pots walking in there. Grandma flailed her arms in the air and muttered how it was fine the way she did things. I threw off the store apron and walked out into the cold air.

The nights in New York weren’t too bad, the stars still didn’t come out yet but the ambient noise was the only thing that stopped my mind from drifting off. I looked to my phone and saw that I had two missed calls; both of them came from my friend Zach. He’s probably pissed with me now so I started walking through alleyways to get to the local bar quickly. I kept watch around me in case anyone was going to try and mug me. Thankfully after walking through three different alleyways I made it to the bar. The bar had a purple neon sign that said Cloudy with alcohol. I walked into the bar and coughed as smoke escaped.

The inside of the bar had a science fiction theme to it, the tables had neon glow on the rim, all the drinks along the back wall had fluorescent smoke escaping between them. As I looked around I finally spotted Zach in a dark red trench coat and suit. As I walked over to him, he said to me. Have you ever heard of being on time before; it’s fascinating and easy with a clock.

I ordered a beer and looked back at Zach and said, Have you ever hear of working all day, gets you lots of money and you're guaranteed the hours.

You still go over to your grans shop to help her?

Why wouldn’t I? I need the money and you know I have a green thumb with nature.

You have to work with my business James, it pays lots of money and you can work on your hours if your good at it.

Courier services for a scary boss with no idea what the package could be is not my cup of tea. Besides I’m fine I still make a reasonable profit

So you moved out of that studio apartment and gone into something with a little more room?

No, I quite like what I have.

I call shenanigans, you hate that place, and you can’t have a heater and a television on at the same time.

The conversation dragged onto other topics; women, movies and current affairs.

Speaking of current affairs, as I finished pint of beer, what is corporate owned government doing for the good of people again?

Zach set his drink down and handed me a small tablet, it showed a group of people escorted out of shelter with the article

Republics Support for a Republic Answer - 11 October 312 A.C.E.

The Michael & Fredrick United Corporation have announced that they have given support to the Northern Government for the newly elected republic candidate Alfred Henderson. Alfred Henderson, born in South Boston 264 A.C.E has been raised by the church till he enrolled into the New Boston University in 286, working in the bane sugar cane factory till it went through a buyout from the M.F.U.C. in 300 A.RE. By 302, Alfred received praise from the church and support when he elected that he would try for a seat in the house of congress as the Boston senate. Today Alfred is now a candidate in the presidential race. One of the issues brought up in his acceptance speech was related to the social stigma of the so called ‘supernatural’ race the supernaturals were here before us; yes they are more dangerous than the common man. But they won’t be there to welcome us to oblivion, for we will be the better man. The supernatural race was first seen in 2 A.C.E. the American government still hold resentment to the supernatural race since their first contact was the start of the hundred year supernatural war. While the United Nations allow supernaturals within their borders, The American Continents still deal with supernaturals being responsible for over 80% of crimes in America. To this day supernaturals and law enforcement are two forces that constantly bump heads with each other. Alfred has declared that if he gets a position into the presidential seat he would exert effort into separating the supernaturals and human race from each other and have the supernatural race to have their own land, government and laws as gesture that supernaturals can take responsibility. Though there are mixed feelings into this idea the supernaturals have this seen as an action similar to the holocaust back during 1935 C.E. although similarities are seen between the holocaust and Alfred’s idea for the future, the human population has so far been supportive to this idea and M.F.U.C. seem to be joining in on the idea. A PR from M.F.U.C. was able to say, "The M.F.U.C. has been supportive in all entities that show the promise to have the human race advance towards the biological peak-

I didn’t bother reading the rest of the article and I just looked over at Zach and said to him, This is stupid, M.F.U.C. have several subsidiary companies that can support both sides of the polls.

Zach just chuckled, I’m just glad that they finally support a member with their own company, saves having to swim through the bull shit. Liberals say we’re infected, republics say we stole their planet. Either way their next president is all about cleaning up the petri dish of the US. They might even put martial law on us with all the new breakdowns, and when that happens I’ve leaving capitalism. Hey my drinks low. Refill? I walked over to the bar and ordered another drink.

you had a rough day or did you finally get a proper job. the comment came from Samantha, she was wearing a tube top and jeans like everyone else working but what made her different was that she would change your hair every week into something crazy, this time it was a royal purple, we had known each other for a couple years now, it was amazing to think that when I first saw her, she had trouble passing a pint to any gentleman but was now mixing some of the strangest drinks to the craziest people. I smiled for a moment at what she said and just replied last I checked, I was still working a basic nine to five job. she rolled her eyes and just passed my drink to me before heading back to another customer.

You done flirting? I got to ask you something important. Zach seemed to have a serious look on his face. I sat down and just twiddled my hand to let him know I was listening.

I got a great deal from my boss, his normal brutes have got flagged and chances are we won’t be seeing them again, he has a job for me, it’s very simple just follow him around to some important place, shake some hands and keep an eye open. I’ll be traveling around. It’s kind of an international deal and it’s a lot of money involved. I was bored at this point because I didn’t see how this was relevant to me.

Is there a reason you're telling me this?

There is, I get to bring a friend along if I can find someone I trust as a guard. This other guy would be good, but I’ve seen you do some fancy kung-fu stuff in the back alleys. To be honest I would do all the heavy lifting and you could just be a scout of some sort, we get nice suits, lots of money goes into our hand, we travel the world. Does it not sound like a good deal? I took a moment to think, I never heard of Zach's boss being of European origins and it just confused me more as to why someone from Europe had a business in America, most of them were bought out or had to claim bankrupt because M.F.U.C. did a better job than they did.

Well Zach, it's a tempting, but I’m not a fan of violence or travel, you’ll have to finds someone else for that job.

Zach was just looking at me dumbfounded, "you’re kidding right? We’re escorting a double