The Fatherless: Alastar's Urban War: Thriller Youth Dystopian Novels, #1
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Three young souls are locked into a life and death struggle inside a bloodthirsty youth culture.
Fire, wilderness, poisoned steel and catacombs. Get ready for Alastar's urban war.
Being born was easy. Being stolen from our mothers — tougher, but Alastar and Sophia had to focus on two things: accruing strength and survival.
Being different didn't help Sophia because extreme sensitivity isn't always a gift. It helped Alastar though because he had been born cold — like all of the best soldier class operatives.
Survival of the ruthless is the norm, but it’s the will of the Legend that’s the new rule. This book tips its hat to classics such Ender’s Game but has been described as the Outsiders meets Hunger Games.
Embedded with lethal peers, treacherous allies, and facing daily dangers — Sophia still has hope. With so little in their favour can these young operatives find a way to fulfill their destinies — or will they lose themselves to the greater struggle?
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The Fatherless - Braedan Lalor
THE FATHERLESS
ALASTAR’S URBAN WAR BOOK ONE of covert existence
Braedan Lalor
Creative Conflict Book Publishing
British Columbia, Canada
Abandoned and dangerous, survival is the only tradition.
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Alastar’s eyes popped open and it was night. He was laying on the table — still. Had all of that been a hallucination? Sophia was back again and she was shaking his shoulders. When Alastar focused his eyes upon her, she smiled.
I have water, and carbohydrates.
She poured some sort of flavored liquid into Alastar's mouth. You have two more days to go, I heard a Keeper say it. You can do this, Alastar Daivi.
Her eyes were staring into him — so softly. I better go before I get us shot.
Sophia kissed him lightly on the cheek and spirited soundlessly away.
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Praise For The Fatherless
Intriguing characters and engaging plot. Can’t put it down — looking forward to the next book!
—Shelley Stark
Unpredictable and action packed— Very much look forward to reading the next book in the series.
—Rob Adams
A fearsome first novel from a compelling new voice. Read it.
—Stephen Small
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Three young souls are locked into a life and death struggle inside a bloodthirsty youth culture. Fire, wilderness, poisoned steel and catacombs. Get ready for Alastar's urban war.
Being born was easy. Being stolen from our mothers — tougher, but Alastar and Sophia had to focus on two things: accruing strength and survival.
Being different didn't help Sophia because extreme sensitivity isn't always a gift. It helped Alastar though because he had been born cold — like all of the best soldier class operatives.
Survival of the ruthless is the norm, but it’s the will of the Legend that’s the new rule. This book tips its hat to classics such Ender’s Game but has been described as the Outsiders meets Hunger Games.
Embedded with lethal peers, treacherous allies, and facing daily dangers — Sophia still has hope. With so little in their favor can these young operatives find a way to fulfill their destinies — or will they lose themselves to the greater struggle?
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Copyright © 2018 by Braedan Lalor
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British Columbia, Canada
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Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.
Cover Artist: Joan Lalor
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The Fatherless/ Braedan Lalor. -- 1st ed. epub
ISBN 978-1-7752743-6-0
Dedication:
To my mother Rose-Marie, an exceptional woman of her time who has had a hand in raising every child that she has ever met. It was her who after reading the first chapter of The Fatherless, made me realize the obvious — the story mattered, because they are children.
To my mother, her hugs are hard but her heart is soft.
Foreword
Welcome to these pages. I am sincerely grateful to everyone who takes the time to read the Covert Existence series. An ancestor of mine — James Fintan Lalor was a writer as well. He was also a reluctant revolutionary (Wikipedia suggests that this may have earned him an early death after a stint in her Majesty's prison). Well perhaps the O'Lalor (O Leathlobhair in the original Gaelic) clan is not done making trouble. Although the days of British colonialism are far behind, the times that we do live in are not without their subtle and sometimes not so subtle dangers.
The books of the Covert Existence series are fiction, but they are also more than mere make believe. While these books are shamelessly adventurous they are also deeply reflective of the world that the author sees, in all of its wonder and decay.
I have tried to summon from the earth characters that breath and speak, and laugh and scream in bigger than life scenes, which are as improbable as they are relatable. May it be towards a purpose though, lest my writings be mere fancy and no longer worth your time or mine. I strongly believe in the sanctity of entertainment and of purification through escape, but when one can also have insight, inspiration, and thought as well — why would we not engorge ourselves upon all of it? The latter things are just as urgently needed.
Look around, reader. We live in a fallen world, but by no means a hopeless one. It is my wish that these tales of intrigue and survival might become beacons of hope and roadmaps to redemption — as well as sober warnings of things that we all hope will never come to pass.
On a side note, don't blame me if a disproportionate number of the women are beautiful, my characters are exceedingly adept, the conflict uncanny, or if the villains are bleeding style.
That’s just the way I care to see the world.
A gem cannot be polished without friction, nor a man perfected without trials.
—Lucius Annaeus Seneca
During war, the laws are silent.
—Quintus Tullius Cicero
"We’ve got the right to choose it
There ain’t no way we’ll lose it
This is our life, this is our song
We’ll fight the powers that be just
Don’t pick our destiny ‘cause
You don’t know us, you don’t belong
Oh we’re not gonna take it
No, we ain’t gonna take it
Oh we’re not gonna take it, anymore"
—Twisted Sister
CONTENTS
ONE 1
TWO 5
THREE 13
Interlude 17
FOUR 19
FIVE 25
SIX 35
SEVEN 47
EIGHT 55
NINE 61
TEN 71
ELEVEN 79
TWELVE 83
THIRTEEN 87
FOURTEEN 91
FIFTEEN 103
SIXTEEN 117
SEVENTEEN 127
CHAPTER ONE
ONE
It might as well have been blood.
Every drop of water that dripped off the ends of their noses, took with it a little bit of life sustaining heat. Death by hypothermia was just one cold mountain rain away for kids that were eight years old and under.
They had taught him the reason for that. They said that it was because kids had a greater surface area in proportion to their body’s mass, than adults did. In other words more skin than meat, which meant quicker cooling.
The way that they were all huddled and shivering, and the chill blue tinge of their skin, made Alastar think that these kids would soon find themselves in eternal sleep.
He would have been curious to stay there and watch. To see what would happen to them all if they stayed put, but because Alastar was also eight years old, and because he had no desire to die just yet, he needed to find shelter as well.
He could stay and watch for a little while though.
Alastar crouched on the far edge of their camp, if you could call it a camp, and he listened to all the quiet bickering. Josh looked over at him, and then separated himself from the group, to stand nearer to Alastar. Josh looked cold. His t-shirt and denims were drenched, and his lips looked more purple than blue. It was hard to judge colors at night though, even on a clear evening like this one, with the moon full and luminous.
We need a fire.
The boy named Charlie said. It was the same whiny voice that had been annoying his peers since Charlie had learned to talk.
Bartus scowled. Shut up Charlie. Even if we had dry matches, a fire would bring the twelvers down on us like a swarm of bees on honey.
The twelvers were the older kids, roughly twelve years old, not that any Station resident knew their ages with any certainty.
Bartus you're stupid. Bees don't swarm on honey, they make honey.
When Sid made the said it, everyone had a laugh at Bartus's expense. People tended to listen to Sid.
You knew what I meant!
Bartus wasn’t going to back down from his statement. Either way we're dead if we start a fire.
.
I think we're dead no matter what we do.
Charlie said. Some of the whine in Charlie’s voice was diminished by his chattering teeth.
I say we attack them and get this over with.
Sid said. It was a bold thing to say, but a few kids grunted their agreement.
Bartus was astonished. Are you serious? We'd be killed. They're older and smarter, and they've got guns. We've only got rocks and sticks and knives. They've already killed most of the eleveners, and a bunch of tenners, and niners. We've got nothing to fight them with.
We do have one thing.
The voice was small, and distinctively female. Its light tone wafted into the encampment from the shadow of a tree branch, where a tiny girl with black hair and olive skin, was crouched.
All twenty-one pairs of desperate eyes drifted towards her. Perhaps it was the tinge of hope that they heard in her young voice, or perhaps it was because she was one of the strange ones.
Either way, the girl had everyone’s attention.
Alright Sophia, we're pretty much FUBAR enough that we gotta listen to your stupid ideas. So come on and tell us what we got that the twelvers don't got.
Sid's voice always held a cruel tone whenever he addressed the young girl.
There was a momentary pause, and the silence of the night was only broken by the dripping of the rain on the leaves. But Sophia's answer came. We got Alastar.
She said.
Whatever feelings each of those kids might have experienced when they heard Sophia's words, they expressed it only in muted stillness. All except for Sid.
After a flicker of consideration he spat on the ground, and then spewed out his opinion. Alastar? He's an eighter just like us! He don't have no guns or nothing either. Besides, he ain't even here so forget about him tonight. You got me and you all are going to do whatever I say, and Alastar can go chew sap, cause he's got nothin.
Sid eyed the members of his group, daring anyone to offer dissent. His rant went unchallenged until Josh threw in his chips. Yeah, he's got nothing but brains, and thinking, and know-how, but I'd follow him over you any day, Sid.
Everyone looked over at Josh and they were surprised to see that Alastar was standing near him, back in the shadows of the trees.
Sophia stood up quickly and dashed from her darkened recess, moving to Alastar's side and leaning into him like a frightened house cat. Alastar studied her curiously for a moment before saying anything. Don't know if you kids got the strength to win this.
He said. Most of you are looking half dead. But I got more than brains, know-how and, what else did you say, Josh – a will that craves retribution?
The eighter's were silent; Sid somehow was even more silent than the rest.
Alastar paused, kicking at the dirt with his boot as though he was bored. Yup. I also got guns, shelter, and food.
Alastar watched as several of the dripping kid’s lips broke into hesitant smiles.
Charlie wasn’t impressed though. We're still gonna die, you idiots.
Sophia stood up suddenly. No! He'll save us.
She spoke louder this time, and her voice squeaked with defiance. But then when everyone looked at her, she shrunk back into Alastar's shadow.
How's he gonna beat the twelvers?
The voice came from somebody in the back of the group. They're vicious.
He'll just think of something.
Josh said, as though that constituted a plan.
The group members were still whispering their opinions when Yari came up with a question. Sophia. How's this gonna go? Is any of us gonna live?
Once again everyone’s attention fell onto Sophia. She lifted up her eyes and seemed to be trying to swallow her fear. Her eyes welled up as she readied her voice though, and a tear slowly traced its way down her cheek. All my life, from when I was only four years old, I made a decision. If I always do what Alastar says, I live. So far, it's kept me alive. Do what he tells you and you’ll all live.
The whispers resumed throughout the group. It wasn’t possible to tell what the children thought of Sophia's statement. They did seem to be trying to decide whether they should do what Alastar told them though.
It went on for a while. The group didn’t stop their chatter until Alastar finally stopped it. Wait a second everyone.
The children silenced. I'm not your leader and you don't got to do what I say. Pick a new leader, and I'll help you.
_____________________________
Nobody spoke or moved.
Sophia could tell that not a single one of them was willing to risk calling themselves Leader when Alastar was around. With Alastar refusing to be Leader, and then ordering them to pick a new leader, it had created a philosophical dilemma for the group.
The silence lasted until Josh came up with the solution. Alright Alastar, you're not the leader, I am.
Josh stuck his thumb at his own chest. And I'm gonna do whatever you tell me.
You better.
Alastar said, with a look that was as threatening as any eight year old could have made it.
For some reason, Sid just snapped. Sophia watched as he rediscovered both his courage and his voice. "Hey you buncha idiots, don't you