In the absence of Lite, the Dark reigns. The war over the fate of the newly conceived primates’
rages to this day. In an effort to
protect humanity, God gave His children a gift of free will to save them from
the Dark. Free will allows humans to
accept the Lite into their souls to save them from Dark rule. To ensure the new inhabitants of earth
receive the correct amount of Lite, the Conduit of Lite is sent as a
distributor. The balance between the
Lite and the Dark is difficult to maintain, an overabundance of Lite takes away
free will for His children’s entrance into Heaven, if the scale tips to evil,
the Dark will reign over the primates in Hell, both on Earth and in the
afterlife. To gain control and power, the
Dark created Infiltrators, a raw form of the Dark whose only job is to kill and
possess the willing primates to become Demons.
Throughout time, to hold the Dark back, God has asked particularly
special people to accept the role as Lite Sentries. These selfless humans willingly accept the roles
to hunt and destroy any Infiltrator or Demon sent by the Dark in an attempt to
offset the balance. Now, the balance
again is starting to sway, so God again must ask someone to be Lit...
Part 1 – The Dark Ignites
As the alarm went off, Mole’s first thought of the day was
wondering if anyone ever truly enjoyed the sound. It didn’t matter what joyous song or soothing
tone a person put to wake up to, if a person was in a deep sleep any noise that
woke them up would be nails on a chalkboard.
He rubbed his eyes cautiously trying not to get that hard-crusty
substance that forms near the corner into his eyes. Naturally, the first thing Mole did was open
his weather app on his phone to see what kind of bike ride he was getting
himself into. He often wondered why he
would put this on himself. Even though
it was his last year in high school, he thought he wanted to do something no
one in his class ever did. He had a
feeling of guilt mixed with humor entering his tired mind as it said, “You’ve
already done that.” Then a small amount
of shame came about because it was something he should not be making light
of. This goal he set for himself was something
different though; this was something his mom and himself could be proud
His senior year was just coming to an endpoint as spring was
beginning; this was causing a bit of anxiety.
This goal he and Joseph decided to take on helped him work through his
temptations. He wanted to prove to
himself that he could set a goal to stick to it. So far, he was doing pretty well at it. No one really knew what he was doing. His classmates just thought he wasn’t allowed to drive a car since he
ran into the tree. Now he knew
the Jack Daniels and Wild Turkey he was chugging down that night didn’t make
matters any better, but that tree came out of nowhere.
He went into the closet to try to find out what he wanted to
wear. Too little clothing and it turned
into a miserable cold ride where he knew he wouldn’t be able to warm up for the
rest of the day. Put too much on and he
was unbearably hot. He decided to put on
a light jacket with biking shorts to venture out for his quick 30-mile bike
ride. His mom bought him this jacket
when she saw how serious he was in his commitment. She even had his name embroidered on it “Kale
Moler.” Even though everyone called him
“Mole” as a nickname, he was glad she put his real name on the jacket.
He quietly walked into the kitchen to make himself an
English muffin with peanut butter. He
didn’t want to wake his mom up because she got called into the restaurant late
last night. He grabbed his English
Muffin as it popped up from inside the toaster.
He always hated how hot the muffin was coming out but he needed it at
that temperature otherwise the peanut butter wouldn’t spread as easy. After all the mornings of trying different
breakfasts before his training started, he found it was the easiest food on his
stomach. Mole looked at his watch,
“Crap,” he thought. He had to get moving
because Alex was supposed to be picking him up for school. Speaking of Alex; Mole got a sinister smile
on his face as he dialed Alex’s phone number.
Even though he was running a little behind, he had time to mess with
Alex. He dialed her phone.
A very tired, drawn out, “what,” answered on the other side.
“Don’t forget to pick me up at 7:30,” Mole decided to remind
his best friend.
Mole! Why the hell are you
calling me at…four in the morning?”
Mole snickered, almost choking on his breakfast. “Oh, were you sleeping? My bad,” He just heard what he could only
relate to as a growl as she hung up.
Once again, he glanced down at his phone, he was even further behind on
time, but it was so worth it.
The wind was brisk which was surprising for this time of year,
but it didn’t bother him. He actually
liked it being a bit cooler out for his training regime. It felt to him that he got a better workout
in these temperatures. His body wasn’t
getting overheated and it was just the right temperature for him not to sweat
too much. The only thing he didn’t like
was that the heat from his body and cool air temperature made his riding
goggles fog during the ride. A couple of
times at the stop signs he had to wipe them off.
He liked the town at this time of day. It was quiet, peaceful, and he knew he was a
little bit safer from getting hit by a car than during the day or evening time
frame. The ride was dark, with dawn just a hint away. It was a clear sky but for some reason the
trees on the side of the road were particularly darker than usual. His mom kept on telling him not to wear
headphones on his bike rides; but he had a hard time riding without them. Joseph kept on telling him not to wear them
either because the race didn’t allow them anyways. “Train the way you race” he kept on reminding
him. He knew this, but the music gave
him a doorway to think about everything going in his life; he thought about
movies, school, his family, and of course, girls. Who is the lucky one going to be? Who was going to end up with whom? Is Alex ever going to find a guy that lasts
more than a couple of weekend nights? He
had all these questions, with no answers in sight. Even though there were no answers over that
next hill, he just felt good thinking about it while he was on his bike.
A vibration from his GPS watch let him know he just passed
another five miles. Those little
notifications were minor motivators for him to keep on going. He thought he was making good time. He liked what he called, “Morning Mental
Math,” as he computed how long it would take for him to complete his ride at
the current speed. It was always a good
feeling when he would get faster than he originally thought. He liked how much he could do compared to
where he was at the end of last summer. He calculated how much farther he would
have to go before he started heading back to the house to get ready for
school. He figured he had another 30
minutes of riding before he had to start heading back to the house. Mole looked up from his phone which was
attached to his bicycle to realize he was about to go down Reaper Hill. This hill was just under a mile down to
return with an immediate incline up for the same distance. This hill was always Mole’s challenge, no
matter what, once he was at the top he needed to take a small break. The interesting thing about this hill was in
the spring, the bottom of the hill accumulated water. When he was younger he used to go playing in
the pool of water regardless of how cold it was. It was amazing how immune children are to the
Mole decided to get a quick glance down at his GPS to see
what speed he was at; he usually topped out at 45 mph before he started
chickening out. This morning was
something different though. It was
pretty cold and the air was stinging his face as the tears from his eyes were
drying on his cheek. He decided to start
slowing down on the ride because his vision was starting to blur from his eyes
Mole tightly gripped the handlebars on his bike when he
noticed something on the bottom of the hill.
Was that a black figure running across the road? He started to slow down, if it was a bear, it
was big, and very rare to see. The black
figure took off into the woods. Mole
slowed down near the bottom of the hill.
He wanted to see if it was a bear.
Why? He thought to himself, there was no way he could get enough speed
on his bike to outrun it. He was slowly
moving hoping he had enough momentum to get up the hill if the bear decided to
come after him. The sound of breaking
branches caught Mole’s attention to the other side of the road. Something big was coming. He turned to see two glowing blue eyes
rushing in his direction. His bike
started to veer onto the gravel on the side of the road. Mole lost control of his bike causing him to
fall into the ditch. Mole groaned as he
looked to see his legs tangled within his bike as it laid on top of him.
“Ah, man,” he just laid there looking at the stars. “That sucked,” he looked around to see if he
broke anything or was gushing blood. He
untangled himself and stood up wiping himself off of the evidence of his recent
venture. A large deep growl froze
him. He was hoping what he saw wasn’t
real, but he looked up to a dark large mass with blue eyes jumping in his
direction, “Oh, sh….” It jumped in his direction knocking him back down onto
the ground. It was like a wall pushing
him over. Whatever it was it didn’t stop
and just sprinted into the woods. “Ow,”
he said softly.
A shadow of a man came up to him extending his hand. “I saw that crash. Are you okay?”
“Yah, thanks.” Mole
said as he looked at his bike. Mole
extended his hand allowing the man to help him up. “Did you see that…thing that
ran into me?”
The man shook his head no.
The man, who was quite large, picked up Kale’s bike. “Looks like it’s still functional.” He
adjusted the chain to make sure it still functioned. He carried the bike onto the road in the
direction of Mole’s house. “I think you
should go home and make sure you’re okay.”
Mole didn’t find any fault in that logic. He needed to get
home in time for school. “No argument
there.” Mole hopped onto his bike. “Thanks again.” Mole clipped into his bike pedals and headed
off into the direction of his house.
“Enjoy the morning,” the man said, walking in the opposite
direction. He continued to head towards
the hill whistling loudly as if he didn’t care in the world. Mole shook it off and headed back to the
house. Mole couldn’t believe he saw a
bear, let alone two of them, on the bottom of Reaper Hill. “No one at school will believe me.”
Alex liked to lie in bed with the cool air hitting her face
from the window being open throughout the night. The fresh air has a soothing effect on her to
help her sleep at night. For some reason
she had some trouble sleeping at night lately.
Plus, having Mole wake her up at four in the morning didn’t help matters. Her dad constantly nagged her about opening
the window when they spend money on central air. Now, don’t get her wrong, she loved central
air on those hot nights, but nothing beat those crisp cool nights to clear her
head in the morning. She opened her eyes
to watch a small bird looking in her direction.
The bird sang her a small little song before flying off for its
adventures for the day. She reluctantly
glanced over at her clock to realize she didn’t have much time to shower, get
dressed, and get out the door before she had to pick up Sara. Then on top of it all, she had to go pick up
Mole before heading out to school.
She stumbled over to her mirror where she looked at her
unwashed face from last night. She rubbed her face before looking in the mirror
trying to wake her up. Her dad said she looked like Alice Cooper in the
mornings with her eyeliner smeared. It
was just another thing he could get on her case about. She looked again in the mirror. “Who is Alice Cooper?” She picked up her phone to look up who she
was. To her surprise it was a guy, a
very old guy. She compared her phone
with the reflection in the mirror, without ever admitting it to her father he
kind of had a point.
Her dark eyeliner was smeared on her very pale skin. Her brown eyes were accompanied by a
surrounding redness. Her woven braided
black hair was put into a bun with multiple strands hanging out to the
side. There were times she was annoyed
with her hair weave, but the 8 hours she spent putting it in with Sara far
outweighed the minor aggravations managing it.
She took out the elastic band keeping it together and it dropped down to
the small of her back. She turned around
looking at the length of her hair.
“Alex,” her mom softly knocked to her bedroom door. “You need to get moving.”
“I’m up mom,” she let her mom know as she took off her
pajama bottoms as she hopped in a small path to her bathroom. She had to maneuver around an obstacle of
clothes scattered throughout her room.
“ALEX!” Her dad’s deep loud voice yelled from their
bedroom. “You need to get moving. Your car is blocking mine and I’ve got
Her dad’s voice startled her as she tripped on her boots
lying on the ground. “Oh shoot!” she
said on the way down to ground tumbling onto her floor. She took a quick second to regain her
composure. “Damn that hurt.” Alex realized her pants were down at the bottom of
her feet as her bare butt was pointed at the ceiling. Luckily, she landed next to her
mini-fridge. She pushed over some of her
clothes out of the way so she could open it up to get one of her Apollo energy
drinks. The can was a bit colder than
she suspected. She tried being fancy and
opened it with one hand. That didn’t
work out so well, it slipped out of her hands.
She quickly picked it up and opened to a stream of foam over the edge of
the can onto her clothes. “Son of a ….”
“Language,” her mother said on the other side of her closed
door. Her mom slightly peeked in on her
daughter lying half naked on the ground drinking an energy drink. “Rough morning?”
Alex took a chug of her energy drink. She got up and went into her bathroom. “No more than usual. I’m just getting into
the shower.” Her mom decided to enter
the bedroom of despair. Alex was in the middle of washing her hair when she
heard her mom walking around her room picking up her clothes. She popped her head out of the shower. “Mom, what are you doing?”
“Trying to find your floor.”
Alex rolled her eyes as she went back to finish her
shower. The water was the perfect temperature,
where she regretted shutting it off. She
stepped out of the shower looking for a towel.
She picked one up from the floor sitting in the corner. She smelled it, and the odor wasn’t that
bad. Alex shrugged it off as she went to
dry herself off.
“No,” her mom handed her a clean towel. Her mom sat down on the toilet. She surveyed the bathroom. “You really need to clean this bathroom.”
Alex didn’t hesitate to use the clean towel. It was soft and the fresh smell of clean
laundry put a smile on her face. She
liked this one a lot better. Alex
considered her mom’s suggestion for cleaning her bathroom for a little bit
before shrugging it off as a suggestion.
She grabbed her Apollo drink from the bathroom sink. She fluffed her woven hair, applied some dark
make up to eyes as her mom was making small talk. She grabbed her phone along with her backpack
before heading out the door. She looked
over to her mother who was staring at her.
Alex stopped to look around to see if anything was out of place. She looked back at her mom. “What?” She confusingly asked.
“You are so beautiful,” she said with admiration. “I can’t believe my baby girl is going to
graduate this year.” She came out of
Alex’s bathroom holding Alex’s dirty clothes.
She glanced around the room. Alex
knew that her mom was thinking that she was going to miss her when she goes to
“Then she better actually starts applying to college. I don’t foresee one just dropping on your
lap,” Alex’s dad grumpily chimed in from across the hall. “I bet you still haven’t sent out any college
applications,” he sarcastically harassed.
Alex instantly gave a snarly look in the direction of her
dad’s voice and stuck out her tongue. She suddenly realized what she was doing
and hesitated to look at her mom who was raising her eyebrows at her. Alex embarrassingly put her tongue back in
her mouth and rolled it around as if she was trying to get something out of her
teeth. Alex could only bring herself to say, “Ooops.” She never understood why her dad had been on
her case so much regarding college. She
knew she had to go, but she had no idea what field to go into. She didn’t really have any interests that
would make money and she didn’t have any talents that she knew of, so she just
assumed college would be a waste of time.
Her parents kept on telling her that is what the first year was for,
trying to find yourself.
“Try to get along with him, he’s really going to miss you
when you leave for college.” Her mom
said to her as she hugged her only daughter.
“Now get your boney butt to school.”
Alex’s dad came into the room holding his suit jacket in a
garment bag. “Alex, I really need to get
going.” His eyes went from her boots to
her to her woven hair. “What? No dog
Alex snapped her fingers.
“Thanks for the reminder dad,” Alex snarky replied.
“Really wish you would get out of this Goth stage you're
into. The last time you hugged me I got
eyeliner all over my shirt prior to court.”
He turned around.
“I’m Industrial,” Alex quickly corrected. She turned around
grabbing her small, studded collar off of her dresser. She put it on while looking in the mirror one
last time before heading off to school.
“And I don’t look like some old guy who wears too much eyeliner,” She
He just looked at her and then around her room. “When you start getting interviews for
college how do you think you’re going to come off?” He looked at his watch. “Damn, I have to go.” He grabbed his briefcase from his
bedroom. “Have a good day, honey.” He
kissed Alex’s mom. Then he turned his attention to Alex, “I need you to move
your car and try to think about your future and that whatever actions you do
from here, will affect your future.” He
did one last gaze at his watch. “I
really gotta go. Come on, move your car, I gotta go. And have a good day at school.” Alex annoyingly nodded at her dad as he
walked out of her room “And clean your room by this weekend or you’re not
getting the car.” She stuck her tongue
out at him again.
Her mom just shook her head and closed her eyes. “Why can’t you try to get along with your
dad?” Her mom asked. Her mom looked around the room. “He kind of has a point about your room. It is a disaster.”
Alex eyed around the room.
She didn’t really understand what the problem was. She knew where everything was placed. She had a system for her laundry. She knew exactly how long clothes could be on
the ground before they started to have an odor.
Alex stopped herself while her mother was staring at her. “Shoot, I have to
go.” She gave her mom a kiss on the cheek.
She headed out the door to pick up Sara and Mole.