The Lost Queen -Book 1- Alden

1. Smoke Break

I look back over just as she is heading in.  2 creepy looking guys are taking her spot.  They have long black trench coats on over top of all black clothes.  They have long hair and both of them have pale faces.  One of them catches me staring and gives me a nod.  I return it.  They give me an eerie feeling, but they are not really doing anything weird.  So I'm just going to continue enjoying smokes and silence.

All of a sudden, a car comes flying up to the mall entrance and slams on the breaks.  A man jumps out with a big machine gun.  The only thing that goes through my head is "I can not let him go in there with all those kids."  I jump off the bench and run towards him.  I hit him from the side, we both go flying to the ground.  But the gun is strapped around him, and I can't get it off him.  We're on the ground struggling and we both have our hands on the gun pulling at it.   

I can hear those 2  guys getting closer.  They are running towards us.  But they are still to far away.  

He is somehow able to get his foot up and push me back with a hard kick.  My hands lose their grip on the gun and I hear a bang.

I don't know if I hear the gun fire, or feel the bullets enter my chest first.  But I do know that I feel the pain.  And I start to feel really heavy.  I can see the blood spilling out around me and the blackness is closing in on my vision.  I can't get up or even move.  The last thing I see is the men in long black trench coats jump on the man with the gun.

I know I am dying.  But my brain is still working.  It seems to be going through my whole life.  

Born Alden Edward in a small town in 1983, I had younger brother and sister.  We didn't have much money growing up, but we always had enough love.  Dad had to work 2 jobs at times to make sure we all ate and mom worked as a waitress.  

I lost my father when I was in my late teens.  He had a massive heart attack.  Died unexpectedly in his sleep.  It was so tragic and sudden and he was so young, only in his 40's.  He was such a good man. I only ever wanted to be like him.  He loved his family and worked hard for them.  He was loyal and honest and fair.  All around good man.  Maybe I'll get to see him soon.

I went to work after that.  I started working at a car repair shop.  It wasn't a lot of money, but I was able to help my mom pay the bills.  She graduated from nursing school about 8 months later and was able to get a good job and made good money.  I stayed with the repair shop for a few years.  I eventually started taking classes at our community college.  I graduated with a degree in computer science and landed a good job managing a group of office stores, specializing in computer repair.

It's weird the thoughts you have when you are dying.  I saw my 7th grade crushes face, my sisters smile when she became a mom, my mother giving me a hug when I graduated high school, my niece screaming let it go from the back seat, my mother crying tears of joy on stage when she graduated nursing school, and my dad trying to teach me how to pop a wheelie when I was a kid.  He did his best but when he lifted up the front wheel, he fell straight on his ass, it was hilarious.  I could smell my mothers cookies being baked and her perfume.  Actually I can hear her cooking.  I can hear the rug rats begging for cookies.

I open my eyes.  I'm at my mothers house in the guest room bed.  This is really weird.  Trying to get up is really painful.  "Jess!!!  MOM!!!!" All I can do is yell.  Jess comes running into the room screaming about something.  I can't make any sense of what she is saying  "What the hell are you talking about?" I say while I give her a blank stare.

"You were attacked by an animal outside the mall.  I was so worried.  2 men helped me get you into the car." She takes a deep breath. "I brought you here and your brother got you into the guest room."

"Why is he MY brother today?  Did he drop me or something?" I roll my eyes.

"Yes."

"That asshole."  I pause for a minute trying to get my brain to understand what is happening. "Okay. I'm really groggy but let me get this straight.  I was attacked by an animal of some kind, was completely unconscious, and instead of taking me to a hospital, you brought me to moms house and let your brother drop me?"  I say this all very slowly, because this can't be right.  Jess is usually not this stupid.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't know what to do.  The men said you would be ok and that you were just in a bit of shock and moms a nurse.  I knew she would know what to do. So I just came straight here." 

Her eyes are all teary and her voice is starting to crack.  I know she's upset so I'm not going to be mean.  I'm alive and she's alive and the kids...

"Hey sis, what happened to the man with the gun?  Were the other guys able to stop him?" 

She gives me a confused look. "No one had a gun, it was just an animal attack.  It bit your neck, there was so much blood." 

I know what I felt was real but I'm not going to argue with her.

"I'll come check on you in a bit, just try to rest please."  She leaves to go help mom with the cooking.

I lift my shirt to look at my chest where I felt the bullets go in.  There's just little pink spots in those areas.  They are so sore to touch but no holes.  Not even a scab.  This is just weird, no other way to describe it.  Maybe I really did lose my mind on the drive to the mall.  That would explain a lot.

I decide to get up and look at the animal bite.  Sure enough, it looks like an animal bite.  I'm assuming whatever it was had fangs because my neck has 2 puncture holes.  But it also has the flesh ripped off it.  Most of it is just a big scab.  It seems to be healing really fast, but I don't really know how long I've been asleep here either.

This is really not making any sense, and I'm still very groggy.  I'm just going to sleep some more. Maybe when I wake up things will make sense.  I yell and let Jess know I'm just going to sleep here and the key for my apartment is on the car keys.  She can have the apartment for tonight.  Moms going to work 3rd shift at the nursing home.  So this really should be a nice quiet place to recover for the night.