Saia Do Casulo

By Nadie

Kit Navratilov is a young man that has returned from a vocational program and a recent homeowner. He along with a friend go out to purchase items for his new home and when they return he is transported to another world. In order for him to return to our world, he must complete certain tasks. Sounds like your typical action-adventure fantasy novel, correct? No. It's more than that. This novel has a bit of everything for you to enjoy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 6, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524641351

Nadie

Nadie is an aspiring pop artist and voice actor who currently resides in Southern California. He is currently in the process of publishing Trepidation, a book containing short horror stories.

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© 2016 Nadie. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 10/03/2016

ISBN: 978-1-5246-4136-8 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5246-4134-4 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-5246-4135-1 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2016915679

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Author’s Note

F irst and foremost, thank you for reading or buying this literature that I’ve put together; it really means a lot to me.

I started writing this back in the beginning of 2008, so, it’s been in the making for several years. Needless to say, I was happy to finally be finished with it. I told myself that if I was going to write a fantasy novel then I was gonna have to write it to the best of my ability and I’ve done that.

Truth be told, originally the book was gonna be somewhere around two-hundred pages long but it matured into what it is today. I was always a fan of fantasy, science fiction and comics and things of the sort since I was a kid.

Watching movies such as Heavy Metal and Cool World really made me look at animation and fantasy in a completely new light.

I’ve always had ideas and about this and that I finally decided to put it good use or at least try.

Enough about me, it’s time for you to read my art.

Nadie.

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T hree beds. Three baths. House size: 1,360 and sixty square feet built in the year 2000.

Property type: single family home.

Price per square foot: 331

Style: detached.

Garage: two.

Garage type: attached.

Total baths: three (two full baths and one half bath).

Two stories. Area: Mission Valley

Subdivision: Stonecrest Village.

Living room dimensions: thirteen by thirteen

Property restrictions known: N/A

Monthly total fees: 220

Master bedroom dimensions: fourteen by fifteen

Complex/park: Stratford Place

Exterior: stucco

Residential unit location: detached

Market area: metro

Laundry Utilities: not available

Total Baths: three

Kitchen dimensions: nine by nine

Roof: composition

Topography: level

Sewer/septic: sewer connected

Pool: community/common

Equipment available: dishwasher,microwave, range/oven

Water: available

Lot size: zero

Bedroom 2 dimensions: eleven by eleven

Bedroom 3 dimensions: ten by eleven

Property type: Residential

Laundry location: garage

Cross street(s): Aero Drive

Dining room dimensions: eight by eleven

Home owner fees: 120

Construction: built on site

I didn’t know that Mexicans could blush, said Kit to Massimiliano as he exited the double-doors of Enemias’

Taqueria. Kit’s friend did not catch the words; Massimiliano was occupied and looked down to a text on his cellular phone.

Kit’s Nike’s patted the concrete as he met with the friend.

Did you not hear me? Massimiliano’s eyes went up to Kit briefly.

If I heard you, don’t you think I would’ve responded?

Ya know, sometimes with you, I can’t tell. Whether or not you’re listening, pretending to be deaf—

The hell did you say so I can respond to my text?

I said that I didn’t know that Mexicans could blush, he accentuated.

Why would you say something like that?

’Cause of that girl in there, he said with a quick backward jerk of his head. I was checkin’ her out while she was workin’ behind the counter. Nice ample ass. I was just flirting with her and she started blushing.

Massimiliano scoffed softly and shook his head as he looked back Down to the phone. Kit popped his Bubblicious and extended his right arm. In his possession was a Pollo Asado Burrito.

If you can drag your eyes away from that phone, you can have your food.

Massimiliano’s eye-hand coordination was superb; he gripped the bag immaculately by the neck and replied to his message.

What did you get?

Carne Asada Burrito and some shit called buñuelos. Looked pretty snacky, so I got ’em. Gonna need something for today being important and all.

So tell me again how you are able to afford this house.

The money I got from going on eight fires in the CCC.

You also had help from your parents.

That I did. They were gonna get me my own place. Anyways, from what I was told. His cigarette was burning down to the butt.

After a heavy drag, he flicked the tobacco stick out the window.

He reached for his Vitamin Water and began to consume it.

Does Storei know? The driver choked a little on the fluid and removed the container from his lips. He used his right hand to wipe away the remaining liquid from his mouth. A bead of it went down the side of his neck.

No? Why does she need to know? Senaida, I bet, went onto Myspace and read what I posted, come to think of it.

I take it that you and Storei aren’t on the best of terms.

And you take it well: correct. Goddamn shame that I just can’t click my heels twice or ask a genie to wish her away.

Kit.

She’s mercurial and more annoying than a damn mosquito at a family reunion barbeque. Swear to God. If you knew her like I did, you’d feel the same way. Or worse, he insinuated.

Whatever it is that is going on between you two must be real important. I guess I can say that she’s clingy. Like, in a high school kind of way.

The only thing important in my life right now is Casa de Kit.

The van made a turn when Kit’s phone began to summon him.

He reached for his phone in the right pocket.

The display screen made him sucked in his teeth. Speak of the name and she shall appear on the phone, he commented with heavy sarcasm. What’s on the radio?

Kit navigated the buttons and knobs on the dashboard console until he settled upon a classic rock station.

Alright! Winger! She’s only seventeen. She said, ‘I’m only seventeen I’ll show you love like you’ve never seen.’ She’s only seventeen. Daddy says she’s too young but she’s old enough for me. I’m not a pedophile, Kit harmonized. Massimiliano laughed over the music.

He turned down the volume.

Friend of mine back in high school, a few years back, she got pregnant by a dude that lived five blocks down the street from her.

Really? And?

She was sixteen at the time and he was twenty-five.

Whaa?

Parents press charges?

No, don’t think so. She left school and I saw her recently at the Wal-mart on Murphy Canyon Road. She’d gotten married and her kid, well, she’s five now. She showed me a picture and all that jazz.

Damn.

I wanna go by that Wal-mart too so I can buy you some kind of housewarming present.

Okay. We should take advantage of the sunlight while we still can. We’ll be out of the butt and into the fuck when it gets dark.

We won’t, the passenger chuckled.

Upon entry, Kit placed his nourishment next to the side of his vehicle and reached for his seatbelt. Once locked into its station, he reached into his right pocket and extracted a green pack of American Spirits.

Massimiliano exhaled softly and frowned lightly as he locked in his seatbelt and rolled his eyes; he knew the immediate future without authorization from his hazel-green eyes.

If you gotta problem with my cigarettes, you can step out of this fine vehicle and I’ll meet you at my new house.

The passenger glanced at the driver for a few seconds before looking out of his side window. The crown of the tobacco became a fiery orange and Kit drew it in as the engine came to life.

Least roll down your window.

Was planning on it and you do your part, partner.

Kit cleared his throat and shifted the selection lever located on the steering column into drive. As he drew in another lung-full of the menthol-flavored tobacco, his cashier came into view; passing the front of the vehicle and heading between northwest from their position. He looked at his passenger then to her.

His brown eyes focused on the rhythm of her ample rear-end.

She looked about five-foot two in the black leggings and her panty line radiated in the sun as she walked.

The young woman must have been going to her car, No, there were garbage bags in her possession.

Ahead, there was a dumpster.

The driver squinted slightly and his mental lobes began to swim with erotic stimuli. He visualized himself in a white room. No furniture: four walls from the north to the south, to the east and onward to the west. She was directly in front of him in her attire.

He crouched while pulling her outer garment to the floor. Pink string bikini underwear would be shielding her sex; he would have to peel them off.

Off they went to unite with the leggings.

He buried his face in her perineum.

In the east, he had her back arched with his hands on her loins as he penetrated the vagina with a steady rhythm.

In the west, he was standing with her in his possession with the legs straddling his side. His lips kissing upward on her neck and underneath her chin while rhythmically in and out of her with bouncing breasts.

South, she sat with her legs open and his face in her crotch as he stroked himself. Massimiliano looked away from the window to Kit’s side.

Something told him: Follow his eyes, and he did. He saw the back of a young woman. His eyes back to the driver, Massimiliano looked down and saw a formation grow inside his crotch.

Is that her? he said.

The fantasy imploded; Back to Earth: back to reality.

Yes.

The van gradually accelerated forward and she was walking their direction. She smiled and the driver gave her the elevator eyes. Her face flushed again as the van departed out of the parking lot.

Bet she’s tight, the driver said, taking his right hand off of the wheel and making a fist. Massimiliano laughed.

The young men arrived at Taco Bell and stood in line behind an elderly man and a teenage girl. He went ahead of her to the counter and began to place his order. Kit had his attention on his phone. The teen motioned in place like a sprinkler until she spun around and noticed the young man behind her. Her eyes went to his shirt and the imagery kept her still: a flag bisecting diagonally into regions colored in red and yellow with a triskelion in the middle and the winged head of Medusa with three wheat ears.

Hey, what is that? she asked, pointing amiably. Massimiliano looked down and back up at her.

It’s the flag of Sicily.

Oh. Nice. My mom is Italian.

The girl had dark brown hair, light caramel skin, and hazel eyes.

The actress Vanessa Williams came to mind.

Cool. And your father?

He’s black. Everyone tells me that I’d lookmore like my mom if she was only darker. I noticed that you have an accent.

Massimiliano chuckled at her words.

I spent most of my life in Napoli and moved to Canada with my grandma and uncle and now I live here.

Wow! Just to be sure, you said Napoli? Not quite sure where that is.

Naples.

"Oh, right. When I think of it you look like that guy from that movie.

Oh, what’s it called? Yeah, Johnson Family Vacation. That guy who played Navarro."

Get her number, Kit exhorted. Massimiliano turned his head to Kit, eyes still on the phone. You heard me. What, are my words like farts in a thunderstorm now? Or… give her yours, he goaded.

The girl looked over; she had heard Kit. Massimiliano turned to her and smiled.

Actually, I am in kinda rush. I… could give you my number or you can give me yours, she said blithely. Whichever is more convenient.

The elderly man came into view; he was headed toward the left.

The girl turned around too and went to the counter. She placed her order and stood off to the side. Kit glanced at her.

Massimiliano spoke to the clerk and went to talk to the girl.

Kit walked up.

Yeah, give me a number three. That’s all. An employee came to the front counter and summoned that an order was ready.

The girl left Massimiliano’s presence and collected her food.

She went back to him and they spoke briefly before she left the establishment.

Girl sounded and acted like an airhead.

I got her name.

As they arrived and parked in the parking lot of a Wal-Mart on the other end on the hillside assembled a horde of Goliath Birdeaters.

They trampled simultaneously over the landscape until reaching the black chain-link fence. The middle arachnid chirped and advanced to the barrier. During the process it along with the others dislocated their limbs and pressed through the spaces as inward spheres.

Once through the barrier, they realigned and crawled down the ten-foot wall and onto the asphalt. They were a distance away from the loading entrance doors. Upon arrival, they assembled into a shower curtain package.

The door came open and hit the package, spinning it clockwise.

The employee took notice, bent over and gathered the item.

"Hey Viridiana, got something here for ya. I found it outside.

I’ll just put it here on your rocket cart, they called; she was about to exit the receiving area. At the front of the building Massimiliano possessed a shopping cart and they proceeded inside, entering various sections of the establishment for the items that they needed. They were in the food aisle with potato chips when Massimiliano said, I’m gonna get you a house warming gift that you’ll really appreciate."

What’s that?

It’s a surprise. Need anything from here? Kit grabbed a large bag of Doritos and threw them into the basket.

I’ll be back.

Massimiliano looked upward at the signs; his location of interest was the Home Decorations aisle. He found the location and proceeded into circles and down the aisles until he saw a senior citizen employee at the edge of an aisle.

Within earshot he asked them, Excuse me. Where can I find shower curtains? They turned on their heels and pointed.

You want to turn left down this aisle and they will be on the third aisle to the last on your right.

Thank you. He complied and found the location. To his left Was a wall littered with item packages that pertained to bathrooms. Something caught Massimiliano’s ears and triggered him to look behind him in the aisle. The image cover contorted into a vacuous face with the eyes staring at him, baleful then delighted. It ejected itself off the chrome metal slatwall pegboard wire display hanger hook and into the basket.

As Massimilano turned back the image cover returned to its original display. Massimiliano returned his attention to the basket; he had heard something.

The image cover returned to its original display and there it was, the new item among the others. He looked at the wall and at its possible location. The price for the item faltered twelve cents from twenty-dollars and the colors would have completed Kit’s bathroom: a black and red scroll fabric shower curtain from Better Homes.

There were pertaining hooks abreast to the shower curtains for eight eighty-eight. Massimilano did not protest.

The young men arrived at a checkout and were the only ones in The aisle. Their cashier was a middle-aged blonde Latin woman with a name tag that read Lupita.

She was light on the makeup had an integral smile that complimented her warm aura.

Hello, she said with a Latin lilt.

Hi there Ms., Kit was investigating her tag, Lupita. And how are we this afternoon?

Fine, she smiled.

I’ve never really been into older women but I can start with you.

They emptied their basket and placed them on the conveyor belt with his eyes on her.

Massimiliano caught the attention between them and rolled his eyes.

Say Ms. Lupita. I was wondering: do you guys get any kind of special discounts or bonuses or get paid more on the holidays?

We get a twenty-five percent discount on Black Friday. When it comes to Christmas our old boss gave us a four-hundred dollar bonus and a five-percent discount.

Ah-ha.

The employee pressed the shower curtain barcode against the scanner. Suddenly, the power to the establishment ceased.

Then, every light source in the building began to flick. Clamor proceeded. Electronics that contained a screen transmitted white noise with flashing barcodes in the directions of the compass and persiflage over the intercom. The letters K.I.T appeared radiantly on the cashier’s screen, though, none of them saw it; they were occupied with their surroundings.

The disturbance cessated for a moment. The power returned.

THAT was a freaky-ass power outage is if I ever saw one, he commented.

Please tell me again why I’m the one driving this time? asked Massimiliano as he conducted a left turn onto Murphy Canyon Road.

Because I want to conserve my energy for when we get there.

The young man crossed his arms and placed his feet up on the dashboard. He scanned the vehicles that were in front of them and smirked.

Eh, you wanna hear car acronyms?

Sure.

"Off the top of my head: Acura: Automobile causes universal road accidents. Always catching up, rarely ahead. AMC: All makes combined. Audi: All unsafe designs implemented.

Beetle: Battered everywhere expect to lose engine. BMW: Big money waster and backwards its: Waste my bucks. Buick: Butt ugly inefficient Chevy knock-off. Cadillac: Certified as Detroit’s inadequate lumbering luxury auto car. Camaro:

Chevrolet assembled Mustang and repaired often. Chevrolet:

Cheap, hardly, efficient, virtually runs on luck every time.

Chevy: Can’t have enough victories, yep. Chrysler: Company has recommended you start learning engine repair. Daewoo: Da awful experience was owning one. Dodge: Dead on day guarantee expires. Edsel: Every day something else leaks.

Ferrari: Ferociously elegant racer ravages all roads intuitively.

Fiat is funny: Fails in attempted turns. Ford: First on recall day.

Geo: Good engineering overlooked. GM: Garbage motors.

GMC: Got mechanic coming. GTO: Get tools out. Honda:

Honestly officer, nobody drank anything.

Hummer: Huge ultra magnificent mega expensive ride.

Hyundai: How your usual nerd drives an import. Here’s y u never drive an import. Infiniti: It never found its niche it’s truly inconsequential. Isuzu: Is so underpowered zooming unlikely.

IROC: I run over critters. Jeep: Just empty every pocket.

Jaguar: Jews and Germans usually argue retail. KIA: Keep it away! Killed in accident. Lamborghini: Lucky a man by owning really gives his image nice inflation. Land Rover: Loud agonizing noisy drive rattles on virtually every road. Lexus:

Lousy extra unreliable stinker. Lincoln: Large income? No class? Own Lincoln now. Lotus: Lots of trouble usually serious.

LTD: Long thin dumpster. Mazda: Most always zipping dangerously along. Mercedes: Most eccentric rich capitalists enjoy driving expensive sedans. Mercedes-Benz: Mostly European rich can enjoy driving expensive sedans beautifully engineered notable zippy. Mercury: Most engines run contingent upon repair yesterday. Miata: My intention:

Always to accelerate. Mitsubishi: Mostly in the shop undergoing big investments sometimes halfway incomplete.

Mopar: My only problems are repairs. Mustang: Men usually stand together and never go. Nissan: Needless innovations silly stupid automotive nonsense. Oldsmobile: Overpriced leisurely driven sedan made of Buick’s irregular leftover equipment. Pinto: Paid inspector nicely to overlook. Plymouth:

Please let your mother out under the hood. Pontiac: Puts out noxious toxins in all cities. Porsche: Proof of rich spoiled children having everything. Probe, the cars made by Ford:

Plainly runs only by exception. Saab: Sad attempt at beauty.

Saleen: Some aristocrats love every expensive novelty.

Saturn: Sounds absolutely terrible unbelievable rattling noises.

Subaru: Screwed up beyond all repair usually. Toyota: Too often Yankees overprice this auto. Triumph: The risk in useless machinery pays heavily. Volvo: Very odd looking vehicular object. VW: Virtually worthless. Volkswagen: Very obsolete losers knowingly suffer with all German engineered nonsense.

And oh yeah, here’s one about minivans: Minivan: Manhood is nonexistent I’m vasectomized and neutered."

Massimiliano smiled and laughed at his jocosity.

When the passenger and driver returned to the home there was an abraded package on the porch.

It was addressed to Kit from his parents. He seized it and rattled it next to his ears. It took them five hours to complete their task; they had to drive to storage and collect a few items as well as take a break.

They were masticating their dinner: Domino’s Pizza. Kit ordered the Buffalo Chicken with blue cheese and Sweet and Spicy Chicken Habanero. Massimiliano had the Italian Sausage and peppers and they both shared two large pepperoni pizzas.

Kit rubbed his stomach and belched loudly as he looked at the pizza box that was transverse from his position on the table. He then broke wind that was equally as loud as his burp.

Whoa, he commented. His friend laughed as he left the table.

It’s getting late. Do you need anymore help with anything?

Nah, dawg. I’m straight. He belched again. Here. Let me walk you to the door. You are a guest in my new house, he spread his arms outward. Damn. I’m starting to feel sleepy; all the blood is going to my stomach. The new resident led his guest to the door and opened it.

I’ll call you tomorrow. We’ll hit up the Valley.

There’s something that I have to tell you.

Massimiliano turned on his heels and looked into Kit. He then looked down briefly, upward and away.

Nevermind. Yeah, tomorrow. The valley. Have a good night.

He walked to his BMW that was parked across the street and chirped the alarm. Upon entrance, he closed the door and looked ahead to the sidewalk. There were two teenagers, one male and the other female. They were laughing, horseplaying and kissing as they walked.

Massimiliano tore his eyes abjectly away from them and gripped the leather steering wheel. Tears began to brim at his eyelids and fall.

Oh Kit, he whispered.

The young man was upstairs and placing the shower curtain inside the hooks and onto the bar. Afterwards, he disrobed and got inside the shower to turn on the water. He pulled back the curtain and the water streams struck his face. He leaned ahead so the water could flatten and wet his hair. By bending over to the right, he grabbed the bottle of shampoo and squeezed a large amount into his left palm and returned the bottle back to its position. With both hands in his hair he began to work a lather. He closed his eyes and began to hum the theme to the The A-Team. The shower curtain began to transform from the black and red to a series of eyes that varied in colors.

Herói. You are needed, said a voice that penetrated over the running water. Kit turned and his eyes burned; a thick stream of shampoo-laden water got into his eyes.

He wiped the product away to see that his shower curtain no longer existed. The young man was terror-stricken as they blinked simultaneously and charged at him, enveloping him.

Kit’s screams were muffled as he struggled to break away.With each attempt the eyes would double their strength.His body grew slacken and there was an explosion of red smoke. The bathroom was empty.

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N ile Norman ‘Kit’ Navratilov was born on January 4, 1988 in Pomona Valley Hospital Medical Center in Pomona, California.

The oldest of three children, brothers Miguel and Alvin and sister Frida to Edvard Navrátilová, a contractor of Czechoslovakian descent and Leticia Manta, a nurse of Mestizo heritage.

When he was still an infant, his family moved from Pomona to San Dimas to finally settling in San Diego. There he attended Mount Erie Christian Academy, Saint Charles Borromeo Academy, Pacific Beach Middle School and graduated Mission Bay High School.

Kit arrived in Colfax via Greyhound early in the morning on a Tuesday with one large green duffel bag.

In the crowd of passengers he recognized a few faces and voices; he overheard them a few seats behind him telling their stories and how they had heard about the vocational program.

When he looked to his right he saw three white vehicles, two large vans with the California Conservation Corps logo displayed on the right side and a white Ford pickup with the identical logo parked in front of it. There was a tall muscular Latino male in a beige long-sleeved shirt and chocolate brown pants with his arm akimbo and smiling.

The crowd decreased; passenger who received their luggage departed. Some of them walked towards the authoritative figure and shook his hand.

He sat in the front row of the first van next to a young blonde brown-eyed woman. She looked to the left out the window and he caught a glimpse of her cleavage. Those are nice. What are you? A large B? Must be a small C. The drive proceeded from Colfax and ended in Placer County in Auburn.

The site was located in a rural environment with homes on both sides of the road. There was a young man in the entrance door to a warehouse in an identical uniform as the other drivers and he wore a blue baseball cap.

The vehicles parked alongside a building and when they existed the center was vacant or so it appeared. They were guided to the warehouse where the young man was.

Welcome, he said