Unknown Territory

By Alexander Rivera

A bounty hunter, Sigmund and his partner are on a hot pursuit for a dangerous, wanted fugitive. They soon discover they bargained more than they wanted as their world is pulled into a nightmarish abyss. This occurs in their discovery that their fugitive is an avatar for the blind god of insanity, Azathoth! This nightmarish short story is based on H.P. Lovecraft's mythos.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alexander Rivera
• Release date: Jan 9, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310206931

Alexander Rivera

I am the author of two upcoming novels that I plan to release next year, CRIMSON DUSK, a vampire-apocalypse tale and DELTA HEAVY, a hard science-fiction/cyber-punk thriller. I will also publish a few, special short stories, from time to time. I am also a full-time philosopher who writes about my own theories based on scholarship, various ancient texts, philosophical exegesis, apocrypha, patristics and the Bible. You can visit my blog The Aeon Eye for more information Thank you for reading!

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UNKNOWN TERRITORY

By: Alexander Rivera

Unknown Territory

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Inspired by H.P. Lovecraft.

7:56 p.m. – Boston, Massachusetts

It was raining again outside Sigmund’s small, dank yet hospitable motel room in the heart of Boston. He always wondered how billions of miniscule water drops could affect on whether one could conjure up enough energy to complete the daily tasks ahead of him or remain in bed for the remainder of the day—thus feel as if his day was wasted. Today was one of those days where capturing a cult leader of the infamous group Starry Wisdom, who’s rituals were renown to get out of hand in violent ways, was just another meager attempt to see if his ying was more apparent than his yang. Receiving five thousand dollars for a finished job would indeed suffice.

The rain hit the one and only window in his room harshly, almost as if it was hail. Sigmund woke up to a room as if a whirlwind brushed through it. His jaded eyes were transfixed at the simple wooden crucifix on the wall, wondering if he had anymore cigarettes left. There was only one left, and it was broken in half as he muttered to himself, Bullocks.

Sigmund had been a bounty hunter for little over five years and already he felt as if he was getting to old for the business, despite being at the tender age of 34. He often though a lot what his life would have been like if he had never left his father’s paper-printing business—probably bored. The best thing in Sigmund’s opinion involved in such a profession as his was the feeling of accomplishment. Then there were the downsides—such as never having enough money or involved in nasty shoot-outs with drug crazed gang-bangers and trailer-trash methamphetamine dealers and addicts. He, according to his own conjectures, was