Spooks 1: New World Order, #1

By Sandra Rains DeBusk

The magic of the imagination can never be underestimated when it comes to children. And what happens when these children grow to teens, and so on? Their imagination and their magic only continue to get stronger. A normal child doesn't stand a chance against the children we call, Spooks. It is, without question, against all of the laws of the land, to bring a child into this new world order, without imagination magic. This is the law and all will obey it or whosoever does not, will be put to death. In the year 2030, Religion was banned and Christians were executed. Any hint of any deity belief became illegal. The antichrist or the devil … whatever anyone wanted to call him... was loose upon the earth and would be so, for one thousand years. He created hate and war and it seemed that just as Korea was about to wipe us out with the push of one little button … he broke their fingers and their necks. The world was saved ...if that's what you'd like to call it. After a little while, we all realized that there would never be another president. We realized it after John Beekman ran for office, and the antichrist had him crucified in the center of the city. He made everyone attend. Everyone had a choice, yes … attend or hang beside John Beekman...everyone attended. In 2035 our homes were raided and any child under the age of six was taken and any child the age of six through fifteen was executed. The smallest children were taken to Castle Marks, and that is where they remained while the employees of the antichrist experimented on them until they were perfected. They were then released back into civilization, where they would terrorize the world. These freaks were called, Spooks.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sandra Rains DeBusk
• Release date: Apr 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9781986630979

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Preface

The magic of the imagination can never be underestimated when it comes to children.

And what happens when these children grow to teens, and so on?

Their imagination and their magic only continue to get stronger. A normal child doesn’t stand a chance against the children we call, Spooks.

It is, without question, against all of the laws of the land, to bring a child into this new world order, without imagination magic.  This is the law and all will obey it or whosoever does not, will be put to death. 

In the year 2035, Religion was banned and Christians were executed. Any hint of any deity belief, became illegal. The antichrist or the devil or  whatever anyone wanted to call him, was loose upon the earth and would be so, for one thousand years. He created hate and war and it seemed that just as Korea was about to wipe us out with the push of one little button ... he broke their fingers and their necks. The world was saved ...if that’s what you’d like to call it.

After a little while we all realized that there would never be another president. We realized it after John Beekman ran for office, and the anti-christ had him crucified in the center of the city. He made everyone attend. Everyone had a choice, yes ... attend or hang beside John Beekman...everyone attended. 

In 2035 our homes were raided and any child under the age of six was taken and any child the age of six through fifteen, was executed.  The smallest children were taken to Castle Marks, and that is where they remained while the employees of the antichrist experimented on them until they were perfected.  They were then released back in civilization, where they would terrorize the world. These freaks were called, Spooks.

Chapter One

1

Why doesn’t someone just try to kill him? My father said, as we sat in the dark of the living room in front of the fireplace.

My mother whispered quickly, as if someone we couldn’t see and was not even in the room, might overhear. Hush Vernon, don’t talk like that. You want to get us all killed?

My father was a gentle soul for the most part, but since the election, he had grown hard and cold and angry. I’m sure it was out of sheer worry for us, his family, but my mother was right; if anyone overheard him talking like that, they would surely turn him over to the street police and from there, we would all be executed.

Oh, for Christs sake, Ellie! No one can hear us. My father retorted in the same loud whispered tone as my mother had.

Don’t count on it Vernon. You remember the Lewis’s across the street, don’t you? Their own child turned them in for words they spoke and they were drug out into the streets and shot execution style!

My father’s eyes became angrier. I’d kill him myself if I could get close enough!

This was the way of the world now. Everyone was scared and no one had rights.  No one was allowed to shop or hunt or drive. All stores opened once monthly and then you had your list, given by the council on what you were allowed to buy and how much you were permitted to buy.  No one was allowed to have a vehicle. All cars and trucks were taken to  a city out west named Winston, and parked on every street, blocking entrance and departure. I looked at the big Ben wind-up clock. It was 9:15 P.M. They had shut the electric down two hours ago and all were supposed to be in bed asleep, but we had stayed up later every night by the fire, talking.

Being caught awake and talking was now illegal and punishable by beatings... the 1st time. The second time, you were thrown in jail where you would stay for thirty days and nights. No electric and very little food and water.  I had seen people that had been released after their thirty days and they didn’t look like the same people that had gone in. They were skinny and weak and dirty. They, that I knew of, had never committed that crime again.

I am, but just a bystander in this world now, it seems. I watch and listen ever so closely. I am afraid to even breathe at times. I was told that I was trained as an infant, to be exactly the way the system wants me to be, but still ... I love my family and I will do whatever I can to protect them.

Dear God, I can not believe the people elected him again! What is wrong with people?  Vernon was upset and anyone watching the election with him could hear it in his voice and see it in his face.

I sat on the loveseat across from my father and I cried. I cried softly and quiet and so he didn’t notice. He was wrapped up in the television and the election taking place.

President, Andrew Lucifer. It didn’t even seem real. He had served one term already. I could have sworn that the people would have been ready to vote him out, but a guy named John Beekman  had ran against him and had lost the election, big time. The reporters were talking with Mr. Beekman right now, and asking him if he would run again in four years. He answered, Absolutely!

John Beekman was a fine man. He was kind and considerate and compassionate.  Even at my young age, I was ashamed of our country for turning its back on such a good man for such a devilman as was, Andrew Lucifer.

Four years. Four more years of cruelty and greed and hate, four more years of fear...  surely, someone would kill or at least attempt to kill, Andrew Lucifer? Who knew why people elected him yet once again?

My father is a good man.  He believes in helping others and making people smile. My mother is a nurse. She is a good woman and believes in taking care of her family and helping others in times of crisis.  I have an older brother and his name is Cole... he is nine years old. I watch my older brother play about the house and he has no worries, it seems.  I want to play with him, but I am too small at three years old and he won’t let me play with him.

Son of a bitch ... that son of a bitch!

That is my father, screaming in the background about the election.  Cole stopped playing long enough to look up at our father and cringe as if his head hurt, and then he went right back to his playing.

I continued to weep silently. I knew my father would scoop me up and try to make me stop crying, but he was so worried about this election that I didn’t have the heart to interrupt him. My mother was at work and she wouldn’t be home for another three hours. She would pick me up straight away and cuddle me. I knew this and yet I also knew that it was still three hours away.

2

As of this year; and actually it appears that it’s been this way for quite some time; the freedom we had always had to choose our leaders, was gone. 

Andrew Lucifer would remain in charge of our country, until an undetermined time...maybe forever. My father was now always depressed and angry. Gone far away, was my gentle and loving father.

President Andrew Lucifer was always on the television and harping about immigrants and foreigners and just anyone that wasn’t exactly like him. He inspired anger and hate and prejudice and greed ... anything that most people deemed sinful... he inspired and instigated. He was what people feared the most and yet, everyone ... excluding her own family and a choice few others, voted him in, over and over. It probably wasn’t fair to say they voted him in willingly. They really had no choice.

It was remarkable, to say the least.

I was only three years old. I was expected to act a certain way, say certain things, be a certain way. I was all of these things to some degree. At home, my