Novel & Cerita A Black Mass Over Highway Ninety

Black The Origin Chapter 37: Stepping out. It was a busy street in the Arzona Capital. At the market, lots of tourists and citizens have preoccupied the streets. Alkhun whose wearing his black cloak keeps bumping on different people in the streets. It has been weeks since he started traveling avoiding any capitals. He headed to the Capital of Arzona in the southern part of the East Continent.

Eасh ѕеаrсh hаѕ tо bе wаrrаntеd ѕо Rуаn іѕ taking a ѕеrіоuѕ rіѕk by hеlріng mе tоdау. “I gоt him, Blаkе. Whеrе are you?” “Pаrkеd оutѕіdе Cаlіbеr.” “Pеrfесt! Hе just lеft twеntу mіnutеѕ ago. Hе’ѕ оn thе Nеw Jеrѕеу turnpike. If you hurrу, you саn catch hіm.”

The journey north was not a drive; it was a "Data-Ghosting" operation. They moved through the "Surveillance Corridor" of the Northeast in a salvaged 1990s delivery van, its white paint peeling like dead skin. The vehicle had no GPS, no Bluetooth, and no electronic fuel injection. It was a mechanical relic, invisible to the "Common Ledger’s" automated traffic sensors.

The car, black and quiet with dark glass, moved along the rotting industrial edge of Newark like a shark moving through fouled water. It had been an abrupt change from Manhattan's shining canyons to this landscape of chain-link fencing, graffiti-covered warehouses, and the hollow, echoing quiet of abandoned industry. Jonah rode it all, a tight ball tightening in his stomach.

The terrain flattened out instantly into the massive, sweeping expanse of the western fields miles of low winter grass cut down the center by a wide, empty two-lane blacktop highway. A kilometer ahead, the three heavy Blood Stone transport trucks were just turning onto the asphalt, their dark crimson hulls gleaming under the pale sun, their exhaust pipes belching thick plumes of black diesel smoke as they gathered speed. "Hold on!" I shouted. I didn't turn the wheel to follow the road. I aimed the reinforced iron bumper of my lead interceptor dead center across the open field, taking a brutal, diagonal line of interception straight through the tall grass. The truck launched into the air as w

I stood in front of the burning fire as I waited for her to join me there. It was at the Moon fire altar, a very sacred one, it is not always used, except in cases like this and it was always a dangerous affair. The small chants from the crowd made me turn and there she was. I was upset that she had kept me waiting but I was startled by how pretty she looked, I could not deny that part. I turned and faced the fire. She stood beside me and said nothing. There was no apology and that made me cringe at how disrespectful she is going to be.

The sky wasn't just dark from the storm clouds. On the very edge of the horizon, the ground had turned completely black. A massive, moving carpet of dark, twisted bodies was spilling over the hills, covering the highway, crushing the old cars, and swallowing the dirt. It looked like a giant wave of angry black ants, stretching out as far as the eye could see, moving toward me in a slow, crushing line. And right in the middle of that black wave, three giant, pale shapes stood tall, their massive heads reaching up into the dark gray clouds.

I sent a message to my mom, and she responded in second, "Yes you are my son, meet me at the corner of Alfred street and Donna's Cafe there is an ally we can get this done. We recorded what we needed, Darren installed the app on my phone, we tested, and I was heading to meet my mom. She was waiting for me in the alley, she looked like a rat, I have no idea how can I call this woman a mom at all, but I had to one last time. Also we are running out of time, the trial is about to start in 2 h and I needed evidence to save my dad.