| A Young Adult-Paranormal Novel |
THE Evil MANIFESTO
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"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.”
— Ephesians 6:12 —
CONTENT
PART ONE
Central America
PART TWO
New York - Buenos Aires
CHAPTER ONE
It got dark, so we hit the road after we had dinner at Grandma’s house. Mom drove, and my Twin Sister, Fabia, sat in the back seat. Fabia and I were inseparable, although, we always got on each other’s nerves—not to mention that we almost killed each other a couple of times. We had a deep spiritual connection, no doubt about it. Maybe because we were twins—I don’t know, but whatever it was, she was fun to be with.
Fabia was a weird girl… as weird as they come, that’s for sure. She had long, brown hair like Mom, and had dimples, which made her look more terrible. She was a tough girl and took no crap from nobody. I guess that her rough attitude came from being around boys all the time, and that’s how we treated her.
“Mom,” Fabia said as she pointed at the clock on the dashboard. “We need to hurry, you know. The curfew is gonna start in a few minutes.”
“I know, sweetie, but don’t worry. We’ll make it in time. You’ll see,” Mom replied.
Mom was a slow driver, but she stepped on it when she glanced at the clock... we had to hurry, but after a few minutes of Driving, she made a rough turn to the left as the lasagna that I had eaten at Grandma’s house hit the walls of my stomach. A few blocks ahead, she turned to the left again as she glanced through her rearview mirror.
“What’s the matter, Mom? Are you okay?” I sensed something wrong in her, so I had to ask.
Fabia pushed herself up to the front, so her head was between me and Mom. “Yeah, Mom, what’s wrong with you?”
“Oh, uh! I’m alright, guys,” she replied—but, sure—who the hell did she think she was kidding? I was just 15, but I was no stupid boy. Besides driving like a maniac, she made a left turn where she was supposed to turn right—but, yup, she was alright—never mind the dog she almost run over a few seconds before.
All that turning and turning made my head spin. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I had to do something. “You want me to drive? Maybe we can get home faster,” I said as I gave her a big hypocritical smile.
“Yeah, you should let D’Carlo drive,” My twin sister said as she glanced at the clock.
“I know, sweetheart, but you don’t have your license yet. You’ll have to wait until 1983 to get one. Besides, we better not take any chances,” she replied, but I don’t think she understood. We were better off getting a ticket than to end up on top of a cow.
‘1983?’ I thought to myself. ‘The way that things are going, I’ll probably be dead before I turn 17.’ I wasn’t worried about Mom’s driving. I was actually worried about other stuff, but here we are, in 1984, Fabia and I already turned 18, and we’re alive and kicking. Life is looking better for us today, but that night was a different story.
The sky outside, was impressive as a vast black ocean and not even one single cloud to cover the stars. I don’t mean to sound like a psychic or anything like that, but I felt the evil spirits turning inside my guts. Maybe Mom’s driving got right on my nerves or, maybe, I was just picking up bad vibes from all the evil influences surrounding us.
We lived in a country at war, so things were a little bit different than normal. I took a peek at the clock on the dashboard, 7:25 P.M., It was already getting late. The curfew started at 8 P.M. and after that time, nobody was allowed to be out on the streets. You risked getting caught by the government’s death squads. If they found you outside, there was no need for questioning… you were sentenced to death right on the spot.
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