Necrosis

By Syrus Sairiama and Raymond Schmidt

A teenage girl moves from her old home to a new one when her father gets a new job. When she gets there her entire world somersaults when she finds out a secret her father had been hiding from her for her entire life. When crisis come and the adults do nothing, can the she and her friends stand up and do what needs to be done?

• Language: English
• Publisher: URLink Print & Media, LLC
• Release date: Nov 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9781647530273

Syrus Sairiama

I began writing at the young age of 4. I went to my grandfather and asked him to help me. We began the book that I called "Flower's Adventures" and it has yet to be completed to this day. My grandfather's book "Jo-Eb's Quest" was a spin off of "Flower's Adventures." At the age of 12 I began taking violin lessons and play to this day. At the age of 20 I got back into writing book, and finished the first three books of the "Mind's Darkest Corners" series.

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Acknowledgments

Due to recent developments I have been given chances that allow more opportunity. I would like to thank those who have taken a recent interest in my plans. As same as always I thank my family for being there behind me the whole time and my editors for their hard work!

Contents

Chapter 1: A New Home

Chapter 2: Legends and Founders

Chapter 3: A New School

Chapter 4: A Weird Physical Check-up

Chapter 5: This Smells Like Trouble

Chapter 6: Look At Sophie Go!

Chapter 7: I’m A What?

Chapter 8: A Special Test For A Special Somebody

Chapter 9: Secrets That Father’s Never Tell

Chapter 10: The One That Kills For Pleasure And The Other…

Chapter 11: The Unlikely

Chapter 12: True Meaning To Protect

Chapter 13: Sorrowful Truth

Chapter 14: Tourism

Chapter 15: Winter Hath Come, Along With Nightmares

Chapter 16: Necrosis

Chapter 17: The Agreement

Chapter 18: Stillness

Chapter 19: Shadows Are A Whisperin’

Chapter 20: A Guest

Chapter 21: News

Chapter 22: The Beginning

Chapter 23: Water Nymph

Chapter 24: Pyromancer

Chapter 25: Young Asura

Chapter 26: A Terrifying Enemy

Chapter 27: The Shadow In The Past

Chapter 28: Good-Bye

Chapter I

A New Home

It has been four days since dad and I left San Francisco to move to another city. Funny I don’t even know its name. It’s somewhere on the East-coast in the good old USA. I am upset and feel lost now that we’ve been out here for what seems forever. Right now we’re on the road in this smoldering, humid heat. This old clunker has a broken air conditioner and dad says we’re not financially able to make those repairs right now, so I sweat. No wonder I feel like a grouch.

Auntie told my father it would be quicker on plane, but he told her, oh no, I can’t do that! I have important valuables that I don’t trust others to transport for me, besides there are some that the airlines won’t allow me to use as carry on. Those special collectables of his are hand guns and rifles from his father who served in the Korean War.

I mention that we really ought to stop for a while and he replied that it’s not far to the city we’re heading to, but he said that yesterday also. It kind-of makes me wonder what his idea is of not far.

Last month he told me he was interested in a new job he was given in Rhode Island. I’d never paid much attention to the east coast so I really didn’t know where Rhode Island is. I figured it had to be an island, but when I looked it up I found out I was wrong. I begged to stay, Auntie also told him that I could stay with her as long as I kept up my grades and held my steady job. I’ve been working at the soda shop for over a year and my boss said he’d keep me on. My real reasons of course are the same as hers. I’d been raised here in San Fran, and I loved it there. I know my way around, and I have close friends that I love. Dad didn’t want to hear it though; he told me that it was for the best if I were to stay with him. Since I didn’t have a mother to raise me, now I don’t need to lose a father also. For me… well, my Auntie has always been my mother figure and dad well he’s just dad.

There have been a few glitches in the story of what happened to my mom but apparently soon after I was born my mother left my father as she just disappeared one day. Since then he has never heard from her again. Auntie told me that he was devastated on that day and at first he cared for nothing, not even his own life, so she had to take care of me for the first three months the best way she cold. She never married or had any of her own so it was a learning experience. All- in-all, I’d say she did quite well. We’ve been close as long as I can remember so I think of her as mom even though she always insisted that I call her auntie.

After the third month Auntie got fed up with my father’s gloomy mood and told him that he had me, and that he was my father, so he had to take care of me. Since then he has taken care of me like a real father. At least I suppose it’s what a father should look like. Any way he supplies all my needs and even talks to me once in a while.

Oh have I forgotten to say that today is my seventeenth birthday? What a birthday, a trip on the road, and no presents. How gloomy can you get?

Dad I can’t stand this any longer! Today is my birthday and we are still driving to only God knows were! Please can we at least stop at a Wal-Mart on the way so that we can get me a present? Please! I dragged the last word out hoping to sway him as I begged from the passenger’s side of our sedan.

It won’t take long and I promise not to be so depressed. I threw the depression part in the hope it would sway him into allowing for a break.

Well, I have your present in the back, but I am hungry, so instead let us stop for something to eat. He countered.

I groan with acceptance. Usually dad’s presents are lame, and sometimes embarrassing. At least Auntie always bought me something cool. Of course since I’ll get this new present and won’t have to show it to any of my friends that will be a plus. I’m trying to look on the bright side.

Where would you like to eat hon? McDonalds, Burger King, how about we try out a Sonic! He was trying to be enthusiastic, but I could tell he was trying hard to choose some of the cheapest places available.

Oh daddy, you’re such a penny pincher! Isn’t this new job supposed to pay twice if not three times as much than your last job? Why not treat me at a real restaurant this year for my birthday! I whine. I know daddy doesn’t like it when I do, but he never says no either because he knows that I will just keep doing it.

You know my sister spoiled you too much. He mumbled. He says that every time and still gives into me.

Nu-uh I deny it even though I know it is totally true, but who cares? I will be able to get more when daddy gets his new job, and a nice house to live in also! Aunties’ house was small and comfortable but not like a real home with all the extras. I had friends who had swimming pools and big yards with a lot of things that I only wished I had. Yet when I was told I had to move, I whined like if it was my favorite place. Come to think of it, it was.

He said that the house is being paid for by the company he will be working for, and that he saw picture over the internet. He said it was just like his home when he was younger. So I know it will be a nice house, except I never seen his home as a boy, so I really don’t know.

After about another thirty minutes we drive into a small town, and I see an Olive Garden and point to it for my father to see, I want to eat there for my birthday please! Again I draw out the please as if it was the last place on earth and we really needed to go there.

He sighed and turned into the parking lot and parked near the entrance. Alright he said but nothing more than fifteen dollars." He said it with absolute authority and exited the door.

I yelped in excitement and followed him inside. There was a long line of about seven or eight families ahead of us waiting to get seated.

Dad shakes his head, I think it would be best if we were to go somewhere else, this place is packed, and we are short on time, I don’t want to be waiting here for an hour or so.

I did not like the fact we could not stay, but he had a point. If he is to get that job he was offered, we have to get to that city before eight O-clock tonight.

We headed out and I had a brilliant idea, why don’t we go thru drive-thru for today, and you treat me tomorrow instead! I said with a cheesy grin.

Dad made his usual humph sound and I knew why. He did suggest going to one of those cheap restaurants, but me being me, I was not thinking ahead of time.

So we stopped at a Sonic for some lunch. Dad has never in his fifty-seven years of his life been to Sonic, but Auntie took me most days before and after school back in San Fran.

While there we ordered two large sandwiches and fries, along with a large coke with no ice for my father, as I ordered a small sandwich with no fries and onion rings, along with a cup of tea with lots and lots of ice, and no sugar added.

After we received our orders dad started almost immediately heading toward the city. I still don’t know what the name of this city is, every time I ask he ignores my question and tries to make me sing along instead. It makes me wonder just what he’s up to.

I would love to sing along with him if he knew any good songs to sing, but all of his songs are old and crusty like moldy bread. He says that those songs he sings were songs taught to him when his grandmother was still alive. No wonder they are old and crusty I think to myself.

It has been two hours and not a town in site, so I fall asleep.

Wakie, wakie sleepy head, we are here! Dad shakes me awake. I look at the clock, it is seven PM.

I prop my seat back up in sitting position and I look out the window. The sun set is pretty here, but the ugly buildings are in my way of view. Back at Auntie’s place, I went to school inside San Fran, and her house was just right on the water’s edge. So I was able to watch night come as the sunset cleared. Here… well I hope for some of the same.

There were tall building, and short buildings, most of them looking brand new, and all on high poles.

You might be wondering why these buildings are either on tall mounts or stilts? Here there is flooding because we are next to the ocean. So in order to protect the buildings and keep the insides of the buildings dry, they built their homes on stilts, and their public buildings on tall mounds of dirt and gravel, and some concrete. He explained noticing how surprise I was to see these tall buildings.

This town is nowhere the size of San Fran from as much as I have seen, not even one third its size, and dad calls this a big city? To me this is not even a city; it is more of a town or a village.

You know you were born here right? Dad said with a perky smile.

I looked at him with disbelief. Me; born in this small place?

It just took about fifteen minutes for us to get to an area full of tall apartments. I look at them, then back at dad, so your boss lives here?

Dad shook his head, He does not even live in this city, but this is where we are going to live. His eye light up like fireworks as if he hit the lottery.

I start to laugh, Nice joke you are playing on me, dad, but really, where are we going to live?

He turned to me and frowned, saying nothing. He left the vehicle and started unpacking our luggage.

Hey get out of the vehicle and help me move our stuff into the apartment, I have to go meet my employer very soon, and while I am gone I want you to unpack everything. That is the least you can do for me while I am gone because I will be taking you tomorrow to some place nice.

I was genuinely surprised. I never knew how bad my father’s taste was in everything. Now I do… he likes apartments.

I get out and help him gather