Inheritance Claim
Chapter 2: Soul Trackers
Soul transfers were not cheap operations.
All the wealthy people of the Chrysalis Cult founded by Henry Urban were lined up to have their souls transferred into the humanoid soul carriers at the Star-Fire Research Laboratories.
The less wealthy and the underprivileged in society were still losing their souls.
Their souls were not as important.
The rich had all their inheritances, like Desmond Brand, he was a rich young chap after inheriting the wealth left to him by his six unmarried married Uncles and two Aunts. His father Jacob was the only brother in the family who had one son and Desmond was blessed to be that heir.
It was only after Elizabeth Webb had invented the Soul Bondage Machine to control souls that everything in the world took on a different light.
The criminal underworld created the Black Market of Souls where stolen souls were transferred into humanoid bodies which were sealed into a Strait-Jacket-like computer software program. The trapped souls were not able to break free from their bonds.
There was a sudden rise of mysterious soul snatching incidences in the city. The homeless, the elderly, and the vulnerable were disappearing. The “Invisibles” of modern society were disappearing. Months later their bodies were being found in city dumps.
The Soul Bondage Machine was taking souls to use for the devious plans of Elizabeth Webb who was also now employing “The Medic”.
The Medic was known to steal Souls and he or she would attend to people in hospitals and on the streets, stealing souls as the Medic appeared to come to their rescue. The identity of “The Medic” was not known and the person could assume any identity while on the quest to capture souls.
JEREMY HUNTSON
The man sat at the bottom of the steps and looked at the passers-by.
He was used to seeing all these people passing by and ignoring him as they went about doing their work in the world.
He enjoyed working in the world, but it all changed when he joined the army.
He could see all the horrific scenes of battle in his mind.
He watched young men die of their wounds and those who were beyond saving crying out for someone to end their lives.
He sometimes wondered who he was and there were days when he even forgot his name.
It did not matter now that he did not have a name, he did not have a home and he did not have a face either. He was “an invisible man” in a society like the countless others who waited like him in silence or in the throes of madness or fighting invisible demons of their own.
But, he also remembered the individuals who would come around every winter to give them food, blankets, and warm clothes.
He remembered all those angels of compassion and mercy who would serve warm food in the soup kitchens for the hungry and the poor.
The homeless man took a piece of red stone from the side of the wall of the crumbling and abandoned warehouse he was sitting in front of.
The man held onto the stone and scratched the grey concrete slab of the pavement in front of him. The man had scratched his name on the floor and it was not a common name.
This man had lived well and had a rich and chequered past.
A young mother and her young son walked by.
The young child was licking an ice-cream cone he had in his hand as he walked by holding his mother’s hand.
The boy looked at the scratch marks on the ground, as his mother fumbled in her bag looking for her umbrella and a colorful raincoat for her son.
There was a rumble of thunder and light rain started to fall on the city.
The boy read the letters scratched onto the floor.
“J-E-R-E-M-Y-H-U-N-T-S-O-N”
The rain started to pour down and the letters disappeared.
The red lettering dissolved into red rivulets which flowed into the gutter at the side of the building.
The young mother opened her pink umbrella as they trudged off into the night.
A book on the law could be seen in the pink bag which she had slung over her shoulder.
The young mother was studying to be a lawyer.
The yellow spine of the book had the title and author’s name, “Eradicating Poverty by J. J. Huntson.”
The homeless man crawled under a staircase and covered himself with some old newspapers on which he was sitting.
SOUL TRADING
A man sits at his computer and looks at a list on his desk.
The Soul Record was on his computer monitor.
The digital Soul record was a compendium of every soul transfer made of a soul, complete with dates, places, events noted. There was a digital signature within every soul and it could only be read with the special soul reading device which had been created.
It was found that there were a large number of souls who had been coming back for generations since man originated on the planet.
There is someone now entering the home of the man, the figure is masked, wearing a black suit and the silhouette is that of a slim, medium build woman about six feet tall.
The man is working on a website, the home page of the website can be seen, “SOUL TRADING”.
The green light comes on at the bottom right-hand corner of the screen. His CCTV cameras have been switched on by movement in his home.
The young man immediately picks up his mobile, types a message, and sends it.
The man is middle-aged, wears oversized spectacles for his narrow face. He is of slim build and looks like a computer geek as he gazes intently at the screen as if he expects the screen to speak to him at any time.
He sips a cup of coffee and then starts to furiously type a number of names with their values in dollars onto the webpage.
This man was the WebMaster and the brains behind the whole black marketing of souls on the web.
This man was young and he was a college student. Soul Trading was his hobby but he was a well-connected individual. He had a hotline to the criminals of the underworld.
The young woman enters the living room.
She then walks into the next room, where she sees a person at a computer desk.
She shoots the man at the desk.
He does not make a sound but falls like a lifeless dummy onto the floor.
She realizes at that instant that the “man” was in fact a mannequin, made to look like a man.
She gasps in shock as she is hit across the head with a truncheon.
When the woman wakes up, she is blindfolded.
The blindfold is removed and water is thrown on her face.
A bespectacled young man stands in front of her and behind him are two goons with mean faces.
“Shoot this bitch,” says the young man.
His own men gun him down in cold blood.
“Why did you both take so long,” says the young black-haired woman in a black suit, as she is untied and gets off the chair.
“Come on men, empty his office of all it has and ship it back to our HQ”.
“Sorry boss, we will clean this mess up.”
The young woman walks out of the room.
THE MEDIC
“The Medic” had arrived on the scene of a traffic accident and wore a black suit and a face mask, beneath a long light-blue coat and a white cap.
There were two people who were injured in the blue corvette when a truck crashed into them.
Both the victims were still conscious.
The medic was quick to respond and arrived at the scene before the genuine ambulance had arrived.
The Medic lifted the people out of the car and rolled them into the van on a mobile stretcher.
The Medic was about to drive away in the ambulance with the victims when a black car came and parked right in front of the ambulance.
In the distance, the sounds of sirens and police cars could be heard.
The Medic needed to move fast and escape the scene with the two victims, without getting their souls. Those two souls belonged to the Medic and were already tagged for collection.
The medic rushed to the back of the van and swiftly placed two small orbs on the chest of the man and the young woman possibly the man’s mistress.
The small globes started to glow.
In an instant Roman Sands appeared in front of the medic and lifted both the glowing orbs from the chests of the victims, while kicking the Medic in the chest.
The Medic lunged for the orbs but they were beyond reach, as Roman tossed the two dimming spheres of soul light into his bag.
Roman watched as the Medic slumped to the floor and lay there motionless. Had Roman Sands just stunned the masked Medic with a kick?
Roman next wheeled the two crash victims out of the ambulance.
The ambulances and the police cars had arrived.
Roman turned to where the Medic lay on the floor but the masked medic was not there, the person had managed to escape in the confusion when Roman had wheeled the two victims out of the ambulance which the Medic had used to come to the scene of the crime.
The police arrived and Captain Heather French surveyed the scene of the accident.
Roman Sands went up to Captain French to brief her on what had happened after the crash. It was possible, that someone had paid the Medic to engineer the crash and to capture and imprison the two souls of the Millionaire Fraser Gant and his supermodel mistress Jade Harcourt.