Haven: Revenge of the Viper by D.C. Akers Read Free Book Online

the sentence about the Calling. What is a Calling? he wondered. And what does Narravista mean?
    “Nar-ra-vista,” he said slowly, trying to sound the word out.
    “Narravista!” he said again more quickly.
    Suddenly a large crash rang out over head. Sam lunged forward, thinking the ceiling was caving in. But it wasn’t. He turned quickly to see the baseball that he had tossed into a paint bucket earlier spinning near the ceiling.
    Sam’s mouth fell open; he dropped the letter and spun around to take a better look. The ball went flying to the left side of the garage, slamming into the wall and splintering the wood on impact. It was spinning so fast that wisps of smoke began to appear from the friction against the wall.
    Sam fell back on the floor in shock. The baseball shot to the ground slamming into the floor and back to the ceiling above him.
    Just then, Travis rounded the corner of the garage, smiling. “Well, it looks like someone’s been busy,” he said, looking around at the clean garage.
    “Travis, look out!” Sam yelled.
    Travis looked over just in time to see the speeding baseball heading toward him.
    “Holy crap!”
    He fell to the ground as the ball shot past him like a missile, missing him by inches.
    The ball blasted through the stacked boxes, sending clothes flying into the air. Then it shot out of the garage, up to the roof of the house, and back toward the ground.
    “What in the world was that?” Travis yelled.
    “I don’t know! I don’t know what’s happening!” Sam said as he rolled over onto his stomach trying to get up.
    Without warning the ball came crashing down through the ceiling of the garage. Wood and shingles fell from the roof around Sam. The ball bounced on the floor and shot through the lawn chair, ricocheting back toward Travis.
    Travis rolled right dodging the baseball as it pierced another stack of boxes, sending Legos and Barbie body parts in all directions.
    “How can we stop it?” Travis asked, rolling into a corner of the garage.
    “I don’t know! Sam yelled, turning onto his back to get up again.
    The ball exploded through the roof once more, sending the bikes that were hanging on hooks crashing down on Sam’s legs. Sam quickly covered his face as debris rained down around him. A large wooden beam from the roof had pinned the bikes on top of him.
    Travis quickly got to his feet and pressed his back to the wall, avoiding the spinning baseball at all costs.
    “Sam!” he called out. “Don’t move! It’s right by you!”
    Sam lay there frozen; he could hear the hum of the baseball cutting through the air as it spun directly above him. Seconds passed before he felt brave enough to peek through his hands and look at the spinning baseball, hovering just inches above his face.
    He could feel the cool breeze wafting off the spinning ball and smell the leather in the air. The ball was moving so fast that the red stitching had become a blur. Sam was scared to move, not knowing what the ball would do next. His foot was stuck in the spokes of the bike and beads of sweat were trailing down the side of face.
    Unsure what to do, Sam moved as quickly as he could by placing his hands at his sides and trying to roll to the right, but it was no use. He was pinned down. The ball shot toward the far side of garage and collided into the tools hanging on the wall. Clanking and clattering rang out as the tools came crashing down on the concrete floor.
    “Sam!” Travis said. “Are you all right?”
    Sam tried to move his legs again but they wouldn’t budge under the weight of the beam and the bikes. He was stuck but it didn’t feel like he was injured.
    “Yeah, I think so, but my legs are stuck!” he said.
    Travis paused and watched the spinning baseball eat away at the wall as Sam flailed under the weight of the bikes. When he rolled right, the ball moved right. As Sam reached for the bikes and tried to move them off his legs, the ball flew to floor in front of him. Sam reacted