Brothers of Chaos (The Unstoppable Titans Book 1) by Jerry Hart Read Free Book Online Page B

lights were still on but
no one was around. He continued to walk around the condo, noticing Chris’s keys
were gone from the hooks by the front door. He was probably driving around,
blowing off steam.
    In the far
corner was a room Owen knew to be the armory. In there were the weapons Daniel made for them; Chris hadn’t wanted to risk buying real
weapons from a shop. Owen walked up to the closed door; on it was a sign that
read “Dangerous Toys.” He laughed to himself, and then walked in slowly. He
trusted Daniel with his life, but this room was filled with a lot of dangerous
“toys,” and they weren’t meant to be taken lightly.
    In the
middle of the room was a table with an assortment of crossbows, arrows,
pistols, and tracking capsules (the latter looked like common pills and could
be digested or placed in something you wanted to keep tabs on). In the corner
of the room was a chest marked “Busters.” Owen knew what was inside: tiny red
bombs the size of baseballs, cousins to the Rejecters. He wasn’t sure why
Daniel made these; they’d never been used. Of course, Owen had thought the same
thing about the Rejecters once, and they saved him from Eric earlier, so he
decided not to press the issue.
    He made his
way to a closet in the far corner of the room. Daniel kept this door locked at
all times. Owen didn’t know what was inside; it was “private,” as Daniel
constantly reminded them. “I’ll reveal it in due time,” he always said.
    It bugged
Owen that they used weapons so freely. Sure, they were fighting monsters, but
in the back of his mind, he always thought it seemed wiser to go to the police
with whatever information they had instead of taking action themselves. It was
Chris who chose to act, though, and he always convinced the rest of them to
follow suit.
    Owen went
back out to the living room, making sure to close the armory door behind him.
He walked over to the bookcase in the corner of the room and browsed through
the books they had at their disposal. There was a seven-part series about a
young wizard Chris was fond of, but Owen never could bring himself to read it.
He knew some day he would crack under Chris’s insistence, but that day hadn’t
come yet.
    These dreams
of Owen’s were very disturbing to him, though. He’d had this last one a few
times before, much like the one he’d had outside of Stephanie’s house: That memory/dream
had been the last time he’d seen his father. But the other dream, the one with
the green light and the orb, was only vaguely familiar to him. He had to
understand what it meant.
    He grabbed
two books— How to Deal with Suppressed Memories and Dream Moods: A
Guide to Understanding Your Dream —and sat on the couch. He placed them on
the table and pondered which one to read first.
    Before he
knew it, he was reading both books at the same time. For as long as he could
remember, he had always had a short attention span. He had to know everything
now. He kept reading; he was sure the “orb dream” wasn’t a memory, unlike the
“meteor-shower dream.” Whenever he thought of the meteor shower, he thought of
his father, which, naturally, led to thoughts of his mother.
    Owen’s
mother had disappeared from his life for no apparent reason a year before Dad’s
death. “She just up and left us,” his father told him whenever he’d asked about
her, “because she and country living just didn’t agree, I suppose.”
    After the
death of his father, he had stayed with his childhood best friend Cullen
Matthews and his father for a few weeks (Owen had no other family), but that
hadn’t worked out for reasons still unknown to him. That was why he’d left in
the middle of the night, heading, on foot, straight to the streets of downtown
San Sebastian. Even though he wound up on the streets, he had felt more
comfortable there. It was more of a home than the Matthews’.
    Owen
suddenly realized he wasn’t retaining anything he was reading—these dream books
were