Origin
By Bruce Savage
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Year's after waking up in the middle of the night to find his little brother Taylor hovering in the air outside their bedroom window and then disappearing into thin air Mathew Johnson is approached by a strange man who want's to offer him a job. A job working for a secret project that requires his special skills and talent. A job that will set him on a path to finding out just what happened to his little brother years ago. A path that will lead to uncovering an alien conspiracy that has been secretly covered up by the world's governments that will lead to the end of humanity and the rise of an alien race that claims Earth as their home of origin.
In Washington D.C. Agent Mark Gordon is on the trail of kidnappers that he suspects is responsible for the disappearance of some very influential scientist and people in the area. Just when he is ready to make his move and bust the culprits he is removed from the case and told to back off. He puts his car in gear to leave and as he does the building where the suspects are explodes leaving no evidence except for a strange mark that was made on the ground at the center of the explosion.
Just as he has a thousand questions to ask about what happened and why he was taken off the case he is transferred out to the Kansas office where similar events have been occurring. Scientist and influential people seem to be disappearing there as well.
Bruce Savage
Bruce Savage was born in Lewiston, Maine in 1967, the youngest son of 16 brother’s and sisters to Winfield Strout and Blanche Strout. He published his first successful work when he was 10 years old in Boy’s Life magazine. The publication paid him $1 for a joke he wrote. So excited about his accomplishment and seeing his name published he pursued the art of writing for the next 40 years. In 1984 he enlisted in the United States Army and served his country in Germany. In 1999 he graduated from Columbia Southern University with a Bachelor’s in Computer Science and Information Systems. He held several positions with several fortune 500 companies until 2002 when he dove head first and full-time into the world of writing and publishing. Since then he has produced 11 novels and counting. Casualties of War was his first novel followed by Psycho.He is currently working on many other novels that will be available soon as well as the screenplay for Russian Games. He currently lives in Florida and the Philippines with his wife Julie and his daughter. He frequently enjoys making donations and contributions to ending poverty and supporting those less fortunate and he is an avid animal rights supporter.
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Table of Contents
Table of Contents
About Bruce Savage
Books by Bruce Savage
Disclaimer
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty Two
Chapter Twenty Three
Chapter Twenty Four
Chapter Twenty Five
Chapter Twenty Six
Chapter Twenty Seven
Chapter Twenty Eight
Chapter Twenty Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty One
Chapter Thirty Two
Chapter Thirty Three
Chapter Thirty Four
Chapter Thirty Five
Chapter Thirty Six
Chapter Thirty Seven
Chapter Thirty Eight
Chapter Thirty Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty One
Chapter Forty Two
Chapter Forty Three
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About Bruce Savage
Bruce Savage was born in Lewiston, Maine in 1967, the youngest son of 16 brother’s and sister’s to Winfield Strout and Blanche Strout. He published his first successful work when he was 10 years old in Boy’s Life magazine. The publication paid him $1 for a joke he wrote. So excited about his accomplishment and seeing his name published he pursued the art of writing for the next 40 years. In 1984 he enlisted in the United States Army and served his country in Germany. In 1999 he graduated from Columbia Southern University with a Bachelor’s in Computer Science and Information Systems. He held several positions with several fortune 500 companies until 2002 when he dove head first and full time into the world of writing and publishing. Since then he has produced 11 novels and counting. Casualties of War was his first novel followed by Psycho.
He is currently working on many other novels that will be available soon as well as the screenplay for Russian Games. He currently lives in Florida and the Philippines with his wife Julie and his daughter. He frequently enjoys making donations and contributions to ending poverty and supporting those less fortunate and he is an avid animal rights supporter.
Bruce Savage – ORIGIN
Books by Bruce Savage
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GOD’S ASSASSIN
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MORE SHORT SCARY STORIES
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This novel is dedicated all the fans of classic Science Fiction and the great alien conspiracy.
Chapter 1
I knew that night that we are not alone. That was the night that my brother disappeared. And the same night the crop circle was found in my father’s field. Everyone thinks I’m crazy for thinking the way I do, but I know I’m not. I know that there is a connection. There has to be. Everyone believes that some drifter took my brother. But I don’t think so. I was there. I know what I saw. Things like that you just don’t forget. Things like that you just don’t make up. I know there are things in this world that cannot be explained. Things that just don’t make sense. Things that most people blame as an act of God. But my brother disappearing wasn’t an act of God. It wasn’t! And no drifter took him. They took him. The people from the crop circle. I saw it. I saw it with my own two eyes. What I have to say is the truth. What I have been through…is the truth.
I suppose I could start telling my story by opening with a cliché or quote from Charles Dickens, It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
Which wouldn’t be too far off from the truth.
My little brother Taylor (who earned the nickname ‘Tag’ because he always had to tag along everywhere I went. As is the duty and station of little brothers) and I grew up on a farm fifty miles outside of Kansas City.
The usual could be said about farm life and growing up in the country. As most people suspect living fifty miles from the nearest city left very little to do other than the usual of raising hell from time to time and listening to the gossip and stories that the locals would tell when a visit to a neighbor was on the agenda.
It had been a pretty dry summer and my father had reached the limit of what he could do for the crop. ‘It was in God’s hands now’, he would say hoping and praying for rain. Another week of dry weather and this year’s crop would be done for. Luckily, my father always prepared for the worst and expected the best about life. Even if the crop didn’t come through this year we still would be in pretty good shape for the winter and spring. Until it was time to plant and try again. Don’t take me wrong. We were not well to do, but we weren’t exactly poor either. Our farm had been in our family for quite a long time and had been passed down from generation to generation. When my grandfather had passed away a few summers ago he had left my father a nice little chunk of change in his will for a rainy day. It was not a whole lot of money. But enough to take the edge off of years when the crop wasn’t doing so well and to make sure that the farm stayed in the family and didn’t end up on the auction block of the bank like so many farms around here had ended up.
I remember a day or so before my brother disappeared there was a man at the farm looking for work. A drifter is what my mother had called him. I tried to imagine what that meant and settled on the conclusion of a person that had no home. After all, I was only ten at the time and had limited contact with the outside world other than the locals. My brother and I were both home schooled since I was old enough to start learning. My mother would teach us Math and English in the morning and then give us lunch, a break, and then wrap things up in the afternoon with History and reading from the Bible. We were a Christian family. Not heavily religious, but religious enough to not miss church on Sunday morning and end the day with reading from the Bible and making sure we said our prayers before we went to sleep.
My father; I remember, felt sorry for the man and the condition he had appeared in at our house. I snuck a peek at him when he arrived and could see that he looked like he had been traveling quite a bit. He had on a tattered pair of jeans that was held up by an old leather belt and a dirty blue button up dress shirt with a rose embroidered on the pocket and a pair of sneakers that had definitely seen better days.
My mother had shewed me away into another room and reminded me of her favorite quote, Children should be seen and not heard.
She would say. I still don’t have a clue as to what that was supposed to mean. After all children make noise, that is their job isn’t it? Either way I did as I was told and went in the other room, but I could still hear bits and pieces of my father talking to the stranger in the doorway. I didn’t get the whole conversation, but I would have to assume that my father took pity on the man and offered him some work. I remember as the man left he kept on saying Thank you sir! Thank you sir! To my father as he found his way back to the road. My father closed the door and started talking to my mother after the man was some distance from the house. Sound had a tendency to travel quite a distance in farm country.
Are you sure we can afford to hire someone right now dear? With the crop the way it is?
My mother asked.
Well, no I’m not entirely sure we can afford it. But I had to do something for the poor man. Did you get a look at him? He must have been walking all day looking for work. Ever since the feed mill closed over in Carson a lot of people have been out of work and desperate. Living hand to mouth. We’re not exactly at that point yet. However, it would not hurt to help someone out. I think he desperately needed a break. After all it’s only for a couple of days. To help me get the equipment cleaned up and the fences over on the north end fixed.
Well if you need the help then I guess it’s alright. I don’t see any harm in helping a stranger from time to time. Especially times like these.
My mother replied.
He said he’s staying at the Carson Motel. He’ll be back first thing in the morning ready for work. We will see how it goes tomorrow. If he even shows up. It’s quite a distance to walk from the Carson Motel. I know it’s at least ten miles.
My father said sitting down at the table. It was close to suppertime and my mother made pot roast, my father’s favorite meal.
Richard Isaiah Johnson don’t even think of sitting at the table with those dirty clothes and hands. You know better.
My mother barked at my father.
How do you expect me to teach Taylor and Mathew any manners when you go and do things like this?
My mother said scolding my father. He quickly got up from his chair, grumbled a few words under his breath, and headed off to the bathroom to wash up. He knew better than to challenge my mother on things like this. After all, in her kitchen she was God and the law. And that’s the way that was.
Chapter 2
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my father’s voice. I couldn’t hear him clearly, but I knew that he must have been talking to that drifter guy that had come the day before. I quietly got out of bed and climbed down making sure not to wake up Tag. He slept in the bunk below me. I preferred the top bunk seeing I was the older. And simply because it was my mother’s decision to have me sleep up on top instead. She didn’t want Tag to fall out of bed from such a high place, which was something he did often, at least once a week. Once I knew that Tag was still asleep I crept my way to the window to take a look at what my father and the drifter was doing.
I could see my father and the man loading the back of my father’s truck with fencing wire. I suppose they would be working on the north fence today. For some reason or another, the north fence kept getting torn down by Harry Thompson’s cattle. The north fence was close to Johnson creek where the