Apocalypse South

By Kyle Watson

When his family disappears, Dakota Cross begins to search for answers that will leave him wondering if he is dealing with mysteries of the apocalypse and supernatural forces or a planned conspiracy. His search for answers leads to a riveting chase by a brutal Federal Marshall, who is relentless in his pursuit. But why does Dakota receive a visit from a CIA agent? And why is the Marshall hunting him? With society drastically changing since his family disappearance, Dakota finds what he believes is the truth behind the mystery.

[Author bio]Kyle Watson interest in apocalyptic events has lead him to research the writings of experts in the fields of Biblical prophecy, supernatural phenomenon, and scientific explanations. He is currently working on his next novel, a suspense thriller.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Jul 20, 2000
• ISBN: 9781469785394

Kyle Watson

Kyle Watson is a seeker, a parent, and a security guy. Kyle had lots of childhood experiences that led to questions and wanted to create a way to discuss these with his own kids and a book was born. Kyle is from Massachusetts.

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Contents

Acknowledgments

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

In loving memory of my wife’s father, Antonio Barreiro.

Acknowledgments

I give thanks to the Lord Jesus Christ, my Savior. Thanks to my wife Jackie for all the help and support she gave me, and for believing in me. My daughter, Kayla, who is an inspiration to me, and my soon to be born child.

Prologue

A host of demons is hovering above the crust of the earth. They are waiting on their leader to speak to them. None of them are speaking words to one another, only hissing and snickering has come forth from the mouths on their evil angelic faces. The leader is dressed in a black robe wearing a gold colored breastplate, and his demon followers are dressed in brown robes with silver colored breastplates. The leader starts to speak when a demon asks a question.

Satan, since we have lost the war in heaven, what is our next plan?

The leader roars like a lion before he speaks.

How many times have I told you to call me Lucifer and don’t you ever again say we have lost anything. You hear me? Lucifer says infuriated.

I’m sorry Lucifer.

The leader’s eyes are stone cold and the other demons are laughing in a creepy voice.

Silence, Lucifer shouts.

I will tell you my plan. First, lets repeat our motto.

Infiltrate the mind, heart, and soul of mankind when they are young. If they are already grown, control them by a negative life of destruction or a positive life of wealth that doesn’t require God because they are a god within themselves. Whatever works best. Hail Lucifer! All the demons shout.

"Very good. Lets pick up from our last meeting. As all of you know, I always have a man on earth being prepared to be my son in case the events of the book of Revelation begin. Hitler was one of my most precious sons. Unfortunately his soul is burning in hell. Now we know the time must be near because of the many signs revealed and the sin of man running rampant on earth. Our advantage is that most of the fools on earth don’t even believe we exist. They think I have horns, a pitchfork, and dress in a red suit. This works to my advantage. Just like the existence of alien creatures in spaceships swarming the universe. We are going to continue being those aliens man is searching for in the world. We will increase our grasp through money, peace, beauty, and lust. Remember all of you must continue using any methods possible to keep your human assignment from being saved and believing in Jesus. We must continue fighting those true Christians so we can have as many souls as possible to join us one day. Even if you have to make a person think he is a saved Christian when he’s not. Everyday mankind is getting closer to a one world government, a unified economy, and one religion. This means we must intensify our efforts in leading people astray from God. So I want to focus more on religion, philosophy, and science. Mankind’s lust for power and greed will form the world government and economy on its own for me. The problem we have is those true followers of Jesus. We must continue to make life as miserable for them as possible. We must use those individuals who deny Jesus as pawns to further promote a bad public image for Christian people. The best part we have going for us now is the unifying of all beliefs. Even some Christians all believing there are other ways to God outside of Jesus. You all know your rank and cases to work on. Here is what I want done. Those of you communicating to people through channeling and other methods, here are your orders from me. You must continue as a good and helpful medium or spirit until I say otherwise. I want their lives to be loving, rich, and peaceful. We all must work on those who are searching for truth. We keep showing and deceiving them into other directions. We must attack people in the churches that continue having individuals who get saved and follow Jesus. Like the

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old days, we infiltrate the church in disguise to promote hatred and killings. Heresy is my favorite. We all know Jesus is the only way to God because he is God. Most of mankind doesn’t know the truth."

What about sex, violence, bad language, drugs, cheating, and lies? Some of us are specialized in this area, one of the demons ask.

Good question, Satan says, those are some of my favorites. I play on mankind like a puppet on a string. We are doing great in these areas. Part of mankind’s lust for money brings out more visualization of these images. The other part of mankind becomes addictive to these desires and images. Some people crave it and some act it out in their life. Adults are hooked and can’t give up the pleasures. So all we need to do in this area is continue putting those desires and images in their thoughts. This is easy to do as long as the person doesn’t have the Holy Spirit guiding their minds. Any more questions? The demons hiss amongst one another.

We need to end this meeting. I have important people and world events to attend. One last time. What are you gonna do? Attack true Christians and their churches. Help mankind in developing a form of godliness that denies the power of Jesus. Instead they focus on their own positive power from within. Turn mankind toward all other religions, gods, philosophies, and science. We must keep people from realizing that Jesus can make their life wonderful. Once someone makes Jesus the Lord of their life all we can do is try to frustrate them. As all of you know it is a constant war for their souls. I do not know when the rapture will take place. So I will be preparing my next son. His name is Adonis Vellum. That is all I have to say so let’s get back to work. Who is the prince and power of the air?

You are, They all shout to Lucifer.

Who is the prince of this world?

You are.

Who will be worshipped by mankind?

You will.

Lucifer starts laughing.

Mankind is so stupid and foolish. They love sin more than Jesus. They search for answers everywhere when the truth is in the Bible and in Jesus. Now let’s continue deceiving and destroying the hearts, minds, and souls of mankind. All the demons cheer as they scatter to their human projects.

Chapter 1

The rain has ceased to fall from the nighttime sky. A fog bank dwells in the parking lot of a retail shopping center. Three men dressed like ninjas emerge from the fog. Their black masks are dampened from the misty rain as they walk towards a printing business. The men step onto a lighted sidewalk, each of them carrying his own weapon of choice. One holds six shuriken blades that are shaped like a star and are small enough to fit in the palm of his right hand. Another man carries a hanbo stick while the third has a samurai sword in a sheath draped over the middle of his back. They are fast approaching a man named Oxford, who is quickly trying to unlock the entrance door of the print shop. His short and chubby body shakes as he finally turns the key to unlock the door. The rain is dripping from his favorite straw hat onto his face. It has soaked the little amount of hair left on his scalp. The pace of his breathing increases to a rapid speed as the three men get closer to him. He enters the print shop and searches for a place to hide. The three men approach the print shop and stand in front of the glass door. The name

D.C. Printing is imprinted on the glass. Oxford picks up a large hammer and hides behind a one color Heidelberg printing press. The owner of the shop, Dakota Cross, is in the bathroom putting on his workout clothes. Dakota looks at himself in the bathroom mirror and uses his right hand to lift his wavy brown hair off his forehead. He checks to see how far his hairline has receded since he is going to become forty-five years old in a few months. He then picks up his boxing gloves as he prepares to beat up a yellow punching bag that is hanging up in the warehouse area of his print shop. This is a common routine he carries out each night before going home to his wife and two kids. It’s one of the ways he keeps physically fit and rids his body of daily stress. Oxford notices the wooden handle is split down the middle so he throws the hammer across the print shop. He hopes the noise will cause the three ninja men to look in a different location of the print shop. Dakota is startled when he suddenly hears this strange noise coming from the pressroom area. He drops the boxing gloves, then opens the bathroom door and walks out. The three ninja men are standing in a still position after hearing the noise. Dakota looks twice after he notices them just standing there like statues.

Is this an early Halloween event? Dakota says to them. Neither of the men move their bodies or say a word. Then each man displays his weapon.

What do you men want? Dakota asks.

The chubby one, the one with the sword utters in an Asian accent.

Sorry fellows. I don’t know the chubby one, he laughs. You should try the Chinese buffet down the street. The men display their bodies in an offensive strike posture. Dakota decides to take them seriously.

I must warn you men that my hands are dangerous weapons, He smiles while looking at his hands. He then notices a floor dolly in front of him on the floor. It is made of plywood cut into a square size of sixteen by twenty. It has wheels under the wood in all four corners, and different size notches are cut throughout the wood so it will fit when you put it in the delivery section of the press. This section allows the dolly to catch each sheet of paper as it is printed and comes off the press. The men dressed like ninjas take two steps forward and Dakota watches to see which one of them will make the first move. His eyes zoom in on the right hand of the man holding the star shaped blades, while he puts his right foot on the edge of the floor dolly. The ninja with the blades turns his arm in a throwing motion, then quickly releases all six blades one after another heading straight at Dakota’s chest area. The

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blades are almost inches away from his body. Dakota kicks the dolly up off the floor. He catches the dolly and holds it in front of his chest just in time as the blades pierce the wood. Dakota breathes a sigh of relief when he looks at the blades stuck in the dolly. Then the ninja with the sword comes running toward him. Dakota puts the dolly back on the floor and jumps on it, riding it like a skateboard. The ninja swings his sword at Dakota’s head. Dakota bends down in time for him to miss. He swings the sword downwards at Dakota’s legs and Dakota jumps up just missing the sword and then lands back on the dolly as he glides away from the swordsman. He stops at the front side of the Heidelberg press and steps off the dolly. The three ninja men run towards him. The ninja with the sword arrives first and is standing in front of Dakota. Dakota poses like a boxer. The ninja swings his sword just missing Dakota’s hands. Dakota grabs a bottle of highly toxic chemical product called blanket wash. He squirts a big dose of the liquid in the eyes of the swordsman. The ninja drops his sword and puts his hands over his painfully burning eyes. Dakota then grabs a ream of eleven by seventeen paper off the counter and hits the ninja over the head knocking him to the floor. The ninja who had the blades now picks up the sword. He and the one with the hanbo stick both go after Dakota. The ninja swings the sword and Dakota moves as the blade slices into the wooden counter. Dakota hits the ninja in the back with a twenty inch worn out rubber ink roller. The ninja’s back buckles as he grimaces in pain. Dakota reaches into a paper box where he puts old and worn out parts. He pulls out a metal shaft about twenty-six inches long and he holds it up like a sword. The ninja with the hanbo stick is ready to fight. He twirls his stick and then begins swinging at Dakota. Dakota blocks the stick with the metal shaft from his right, his left, over his head, and then towards his stomach. He is defensively walking backwards as the ninja kicks at him and swings his stick. Oxford watches and carefully moves around the press so he cannot be seen. Dakota is doing his best to keep up with the speed of the ninja. He knows that a five foot high skid of paper is about fifteen feet behind him. He runs over to the table next to the skid and quickly picks up a can of oil and pours it on the floor. He jumps on top of the table and then leaps on top of the skid of paper. He grabs a six pound can of black ink. He holds it in his right hand and leans back in a baseball pitcher’s motion. He throws it at the ninja running toward him. The ninja is turning flips as the ink can is moving at a fast speed towards him. He lands on his feet on the last flip and the ink can slams into his forehead. He then stumbles and slides on the oil, causing him to hit the back of his head on the floor. He is knocked unconscious. The ninja with the burning eyes stumbles around and bumps into the Heidelberg press causing it to accidentally turn on. Oxford runs away from the press.The ninja with the aching eyes continues to stumble around trying to find a sink to rinse out the chemical, but instead he accidentally presses a button on a flip-top platemaker. Instantly, an ultraviolet light is released and exposed right into his burning eyes. He staggers around and trips over a floor dolly full of paper hitting his head on a tool box. Oxford hides under the wooden counter to continue watching. The ninja who has the sword and back wound is fighting Dakota on the skid of paper. Dakota is using his metal shaft as a sword. The ninja knocks the weapon out of Dakota’s hand and Dakota jumps off the skid. With the ninja following close behind him, Dakota gets trapped between him and a computerized cutter used for trimming paper. Dakota grabs everything in sight or near him and throws it at the ninja. He throws a tape gun, screwdriver, spray powder, cotton pads, and then a pipe wrench. To his disappointment, each object is blocked by the ninja. The ninja walks closer to Dakota. He raises the sword to strike Dakota. When out comes Oxford who hits the ninja in the stomach with the hanbo stick. While the ninja doubles over in pain he still kicks his right leg out and knocks Oxford on the floor. The ninja tries to gain some composure when Dakota uses his right foot to kick at him and lands a second hit to the stomach. The ninja steps back and again doubles over in pain. Dakota eyes the sword laying on the floor and

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picks it up. The ninja who was knocked out limps over to help the one with the burning eyes. Oxford gets up off the floor.

Brother you really got some explaining to do, Dakota shouts at Oxford.

But first, go call the police.

I can’t do that Dakota.

Why not?

They won’t stop coming after me. I owe them money and they were hired by an Asian Mafia from California to collect.

How much?

Ten thousand dollars of gambling money I lost.

The man who doubled over holding his stomach takes off his mask. He doesn’t hear what Oxford is saying to Dakota. He is a young man, but not Asian. He begins to shout at Oxford.

The money is not worth this much trouble, look at my friends. You never said this job would be this hard. You didn’t tell us your brother could fight, and why did you hit me Oxford? You knew I wasn’t going to hurt your brother. Dakota walks over and takes the mask off the other two men who are young Asian men probably in their twenties."

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