Read Online Riser (Teen Horror/Science Fiction) (Book #1 in The Riser Saga) ((Volume 1)) by Becca C. Smith - Free Book Online
Authors: Becca C. Smith
Tags: Fiction, thriller, Family, Horror, Twilight, Zombie, COmic, teen, undead, Ghost, writer, secrets, Smith, Dead, necromancer, Tween, Potter, tv, Little, Becca, Whisperer, hole, swirling, harry
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from the top of the willow. My private fortress. The buzzing of the beehive added a nice hum of life to the day. I laid my blanket on the ground, plopped down on my stomach and pulled out the reader.
I scrolled down to the Scientific Journal and brought it up on screen. I decided to start from the beginning since all the science mumbo jumbo went completely over my head last night. I had to admit, even awake and well rested I was still having trouble getting through the terminology of the report. Words like neurotoxins and membrane proteins were cluttering the pages. I had to use the built-in dictionary just to get through two sentences. After the first read-through, what I gathered was this: using certain forms of Voodoo rituals (i.e. ceremonial garb, prayers, herbs, blood, not specified whether human or animal, yuck) they were able to bring back the corpse for up to five minutes. No matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find anything that explained my power. It’s not like my mom performed Voodoo, and my dad died before I was born. It was disheartening and I immediately felt defeated. Was I some random fluke of nature? Some misstep of evolution? I had no answers. Maybe I was missing something. I resolved myself to asking Mr. Alaster on Monday. Possibly he’d have some insight that I couldn’t see. I could never tell him my secret, of course, but in a round about way I could at least find out what he knew. Not much, I’d guess, but it was worth a try.
Flipping through the pages of my reader, I found a news clipping of Jason Keroff. He droned on about Vice President Turner and his crusty old body and I didn’t pay attention to the rest. I just admired his adorable smiling eyes and sarcastic smirk he was so good at.
And suddenly, Ryan popped into my head. The spontaneity of his kiss. The dirty blonde mess of hair. Uuuuggh! He was ruining my perfect crush on Jason. It took me weeks to forget about Ryan after his tutoring ended, and that was a professional relationship. Now that he added a kiss in the mix (which could have been totally insincere) it was going to take me much longer to block him out of my head now. I quickly thought about my strategy of how to avoid him at school. It worked before, it would work again. No talking, no close proximity and above all, no eye contact! It was those eyes that pulled me in every freakin’ time and I was mad at myself for wanting to believe, even if just for a second, that he actually might like me. That was the biggest mistake I could ever make. I had to make him the enemy or I’d never get through this. Always remember, he ignored me and brushed me off last year. And even though he apologized, I had to believe that it wasn’t heart-felt. Guilty feeling, maybe, but lying about it all the same.
THUMP!
I grabbed my head in pain. It felt like someone had just hit my forehead with a steel hammer. What was that?
THUMP!
I started to panic. Was I dying? Was this some sort of brain hemorrhage? What was causing me this intense pain? It felt like an axe jammed into my brain and split it in two.
A green mist appeared in front of me, blinding me, seeping into my head through my nose and ears and mouth. I screamed in fear until the green fog started to clear and suddenly I was in the trailer park standing in front of my mother. She was in her garden, choking from the same green smoke. I reached out for her, but my hand went straight through her body like she was a ghost. Then I realized, I was the ghost. I was at two places at the same time. My body was still under the willow tree, but some other form of me was back in the trailer park watching my mother drop to the ground, coughing from the smoke filling her lungs.
I looked around and the green mist was everywhere and everyone in the park was choking and collapsing to the ground.
“Chelsan?”
I watched as a ghost of my mother stepped out of her writhing body.
“Mom! What’s happening?” I couldn’t hide the panic from my voice. Either
I scrolled down to the Scientific Journal and brought it up on screen. I decided to start from the beginning since all the science mumbo jumbo went completely over my head last night. I had to admit, even awake and well rested I was still having trouble getting through the terminology of the report. Words like neurotoxins and membrane proteins were cluttering the pages. I had to use the built-in dictionary just to get through two sentences. After the first read-through, what I gathered was this: using certain forms of Voodoo rituals (i.e. ceremonial garb, prayers, herbs, blood, not specified whether human or animal, yuck) they were able to bring back the corpse for up to five minutes. No matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find anything that explained my power. It’s not like my mom performed Voodoo, and my dad died before I was born. It was disheartening and I immediately felt defeated. Was I some random fluke of nature? Some misstep of evolution? I had no answers. Maybe I was missing something. I resolved myself to asking Mr. Alaster on Monday. Possibly he’d have some insight that I couldn’t see. I could never tell him my secret, of course, but in a round about way I could at least find out what he knew. Not much, I’d guess, but it was worth a try.
Flipping through the pages of my reader, I found a news clipping of Jason Keroff. He droned on about Vice President Turner and his crusty old body and I didn’t pay attention to the rest. I just admired his adorable smiling eyes and sarcastic smirk he was so good at.
And suddenly, Ryan popped into my head. The spontaneity of his kiss. The dirty blonde mess of hair. Uuuuggh! He was ruining my perfect crush on Jason. It took me weeks to forget about Ryan after his tutoring ended, and that was a professional relationship. Now that he added a kiss in the mix (which could have been totally insincere) it was going to take me much longer to block him out of my head now. I quickly thought about my strategy of how to avoid him at school. It worked before, it would work again. No talking, no close proximity and above all, no eye contact! It was those eyes that pulled me in every freakin’ time and I was mad at myself for wanting to believe, even if just for a second, that he actually might like me. That was the biggest mistake I could ever make. I had to make him the enemy or I’d never get through this. Always remember, he ignored me and brushed me off last year. And even though he apologized, I had to believe that it wasn’t heart-felt. Guilty feeling, maybe, but lying about it all the same.
THUMP!
I grabbed my head in pain. It felt like someone had just hit my forehead with a steel hammer. What was that?
THUMP!
I started to panic. Was I dying? Was this some sort of brain hemorrhage? What was causing me this intense pain? It felt like an axe jammed into my brain and split it in two.
A green mist appeared in front of me, blinding me, seeping into my head through my nose and ears and mouth. I screamed in fear until the green fog started to clear and suddenly I was in the trailer park standing in front of my mother. She was in her garden, choking from the same green smoke. I reached out for her, but my hand went straight through her body like she was a ghost. Then I realized, I was the ghost. I was at two places at the same time. My body was still under the willow tree, but some other form of me was back in the trailer park watching my mother drop to the ground, coughing from the smoke filling her lungs.
I looked around and the green mist was everywhere and everyone in the park was choking and collapsing to the ground.
“Chelsan?”
I watched as a ghost of my mother stepped out of her writhing body.
“Mom! What’s happening?” I couldn’t hide the panic from my voice. Either
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