The Grey-Haired Boy

Albert O'Neil

Description

After being abandoned and found by a gang master, Ray gets raised in a house full of warm-hearted people, who after 19 years get murdered by a mysterious masked man who showed up when everyone was living their normal day. Ray comes back home after an outing with his best friend, Charlie, he is utterly devastated to find everyone he loved dead. Who is that masked man that ruined his life and took perhaps all what he got left? When no one wants to help Ray avenge his family, he becomes desperate to find his family''s killer and get revenge for them. He''ll do anything to pay back the person who destroyed his whole world, so when a mysterious vile labelled "DRINK ME" falls from the sky, Ray doesn''t think twice. He drinks it and gains something that will change his whole life.Now with the help of his new powers and his friend Charlie, Ray must embark on a journey to avenge his family.But when he discovers the true identity of his nemesis, will Ray''s new powers be enough, or will Ray be destroyed just like his family?

Sujets

• Fantasy (canción de Mariah Carey)
• Fantasy

Informations

• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd
• Date de parution: 30 octobre 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781528958066
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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The Grey-Haired Boy
Albert O’Neil
Austin Macauley Publishers
2019-10-30
The Grey-Haired Boy About the Author About the Book Copyright Information © Chapter 1 Named Him Ray Chapter 2 Masked Criminal Chapter 3 Don’t Let Him See You! Chapter 4 A Bottle from the Sky Chapter 5 A Super Ray Chapter 6 “Who Is Mahone?” Chapter 7 Kill the Criminal Chapter 8 No Escape Chapter 9 You Don’t Belong in Here!
About the Author
The author is a 20-year-old law student at the University of Huddersfield. He had a passion for writing stories, and then it turned into a hobby of how he could express himself. So he decided to transfer a fictional story into a written book.
He hopes that you like it as much as he does.
About the Book
After being abandoned and found by a gang master, Ray gets raised in a house full of warm-hearted people, who after 19 years get murdered by a mysterious masked man who showed up when everyone was living their normal day. Ray comes back home after an outing with his best friend, Charlie, he is utterly devastated to find everyone he loved dead. Who is that masked man that ruined his life and took perhaps all what he got left? When no one wants to help Ray avenge his family, he becomes desperate to find his family’s killer and get revenge for them. He’ll do anything to pay back the person who destroyed his whole world, so when a mysterious vile labelled “DRINK ME” falls from the sky, Ray doesn’t think twice. He drinks it and gains something that will change his whole life.
Now with the help of his new powers and his friend Charlie, Ray must embark on a journey to avenge his family.
But when he discovers the true identity of his nemesis, will Ray’s new powers be enough, or will Ray be destroyed just like his family?
Copyright Information ©
Albert O’Neil (2019)
The right of Albert O’Neil to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
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Chapter 1

Named Him Ray
R ain fell hard on the roof of the car garage near the river which was covering a little baby with a small white blanket. The baby had no family to take care of him or give him what he wanted or when he cried, begging for whatever he needed, he was left completely alone near the garage of an abandoned, scary, dark house. He was left alone under the pouring rain by a masked man, no one knew who he was or why did he leave the little baby without feeling any kind of pity for him. The baby kept crying and crying, but no one answered him or even discovered him. The baby was covered with a little white blanket and lying on his little, light-blue bed with the handle which you could carry it with.
On that night, a tall, rich black man decided to take a walk outside his big expensive house in the pouring rain. The man was enjoying his day like every day on this kind of happy life. His short fellow was running after him, carrying the umbrella and raising his left hand for the maximum height it could ever reach so he could cover his master’s head with the white umbrella from the pouring rain. The boss was walking happily on the bare streets which had no walking human, or even running, for the fact that everyone went back to where they came from and had cancelled their schedule, or whatever they are going to do because of the heaviness of the rain.
The boss was named Mr Grey Dylan. Mr Dylan was a boss of a gang full of sociopath people, following him with a punch of loaded guns, shooting people just for fun and helping their boss, who was a drug dealer, and protect him from the police when they tried to touch a single hair of him.
However, Mr Grey Dylan was a good man who harmed no one, but he didn’t say anything when his men did bad things, which was the kind of the same thing.
Mr Dylan was enjoying his walk in his favourite weather of the year, his hands were behind his back and his chest was puffed up and his eyes were nearly going to close because of his huge weird smile.
“Sir,” the fellow who was running was going to collapse, “You should go back home by now because it’s not the right time to take a walk,” he struggled with running and keeping his glasses, which were going to fall from his eyes, and keeping his hand up so he won’t let the rain touch his master’s head.
“Shut up, Vander!” Mr Dylan said softly with a loving heart and kept walking while his men were walking behind him, laughing and chatting with each other with their loaded guns in their hands. Everyone was enjoying their walk, except for Vander of course, who was kind of struggling by what he had to do. Finally, Mr Dylan walked near the path where the crying baby was and decided to go back home. He turned around smoothly to change his destination’s direction, all the men went completely quiet with a scared face and ran to get behind him when he started walking back to his house. They completely shattered and ran to get behind him, and the only thing that you could hear was the sound of their footsteps on the rainwater that covered the street.
As soon as the men ran with their mouth shut, their noisy laughing stopped strangely. Mr Dylan stopped with a shocked face when he was at the front side of the scary house, where the little boy was crying on its right side, where the lane to the river was. Mr Dylan, and his men, managed to hear the sound of the crying baby. As for Mr Dylan, it was hard for him to hear a sound like that and not feel a hint of compassion. He turned back to his men’s side and walked straight ahead to follow the sound while his men were running to be behind him. His men’s feet sound was too noisy for him to hear the boy’s crying, so he felt a little upset and mad at the same time.
“WOULD YOU STOP MOVING FOR A SECOND!!!” he roared with anger, looking at his men who stopped in the middle of their running and in random places around Mr Dylan with the fear shown clearly on their faces.
Mr Dylan walked away and continued on his way, feeling a little bit angry, to the lane where the little boy was. The sound of the crying boy was getting clearer for Mr Dylan’s ears so he kept following it, and the nearer he got to the river, the clearer the sound became. He kept walking and walking, till the sound came from his right side, he stopped and looked at the right side to find a baby raising his hands and moving them in different directions and crying so hard like he had pain in his body or something.
Vander couldn’t help but to follow his boss, because his boss was walking so fast, when he arrived he was having difficulty breathing, and his hands were on his knees like he just finished a ten-kilometre marathon. He raised his head to his boss to find him looking with a sad face at the ground in front of him, he looked at the direction where his boss was looking and found the baby too.
Mr Dylan came down towards the baby and got a closer look at him. His heart was floating like he just found his missing son or something. He carried the boy slowly, and brought him close near his chest and kept looking at him with a sad and angry face. He was asking himself, ‘who would let a boy like that near this house? At least you could have taken him to an orphanage, if you truly hated him!’
“I am taking this boy with me.” Mr Dylan said confidently without any hesitating.
“What was that, sir?” asked Vander without any facial expressions because of his master’s craziness.
“I don’t have a son,” Mr Dylan looked at the boy with loving stares, “I am going to raise him in my house.”
“Sir,” the weird shocked expression started to appear on Vander’s face.
“You.” Mr Dylan pointed at the man who was standing at the very front of the men.
“Me?” the man pointed at himself in panic.
“Come here,” Mr Dylan pointed at the ground in front of him.
With a face full of fear, the man headed in front of his boss slowly.
“Yes, sir?” His voice faded.
“Carry this!” Mr Dylan handed the baby with his portable bed to the man who felt nothing but the weirdness of that order. He carried the bed as his boss told him and did nothing but wait for another order or something.
“You,” Dylan pointed at another man standing in the front as well. “Come here!” he pointed at the ground like he did before.
“Yes, sir!” the dumb man shouted foolishly. He headed there, walking fast and feeling confident and happy.
“Give me that umbrella,” Mr Dylan took the umbrella from Vander’s hand and handed it to the man he had just called, “take it and cover the boy.” The man took the umbrella and opened it and stood near his mate, covering the baby even when the rooftop of the garage was not letting even a drop of the rain touch him.
“Now follow me!” Mr Dylan shouted strictly.
Nobody was able to say anything but to follow the weird rules of their boss and move on with him.
“Sir! The rain!” Vander ran behind him.
“Oh, come on, Vander! I wouldn’t be afraid of a little rain.” Mr Dylan complained.
Mr Dylan was like a baby and that baby’s father would be Vander, because he always worried about him in a funny way while Mr Dylan didn’t even notice that and kept putting himself in weird situations. Mr Dylan kept walking back to his house, Vander was running after him like always, and the two men, with the baby, were walking in the front. The man on the right was busy admiring the little homeless baby, w