Hearthville Serial: Book 7
Episode 13
Any Truth, Proper Grammar, or Correct Spelling is totally coincidental if not accidental.
All characters are fiction. This story is fiction. This story makes no claims about any real person.
By Charles Peters
Copyright 2021
All Rights Reserved
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Victor whirled his white van around the corner onto the side street and saw a red red van speed out of the back parking area of the church. Victor was right on its tail. And the chase began.
Steed asked, “How do you plan to stop the van? Do you have a gun or anything?”
“I don’t have any weapon but fist. What about you?”
Steed opened up his Sunday jacket to reveal a shoulder holster with four guns. He handed one and a thing of clips to Victor. “The clips all contain silver bullets in case we are chasing supernatural creatures.”
Suddenly a round of bullets were fired from the red van. Victor quickly swirled off to the side of the road so that bullets missed. A mail box that Victor struck with his van flew up into the air.
Victor said, “We are going to have to pull back. I was just lucky that my reflexes were good enough to dodge the bullets.”
Donny Maxtone’s ghost jumped into the back of the van. His ghost laughed. “Luck. Yeah. That is what it was. Magic had nothing to do with it.”
Steed said, “You know you do not have to pretend with me, at the moment I do know that I am a witch and that you are some kind of god.”
“Some kind of god. That is funny.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I am not a god. I am just a crazy guy that has weird dreams.”
Donny rolled his eyes.
Steed said, “Well, right now we are chasing some real men with real guns and if they have any weapons with silver bullets then they can kill us. I know the other side is all beautiful and all, or so my father says, but I am kind of liking this world right now and I do not want to die.”
“I know what you are saying. I just want to live a normal life as Victor and as a human.”
“So you know?”
“I don’t know anything except I want to catch these evil sons of bitches that we are chasing.”
“Yeah. And if they are human and don’t use magic then we will not use magic.”
Victor asked, “Do you know how to use magic?”
“Not very well. Mom and dad have started trying to teach me but most of my spells ping.”
Victor nodded. He looked into the back of the van and saw Donny. “What the fuck are you doing here man? Glad to see you.”
Steed looked back to see who Victor was talking with but did not see anyone.
Donny said, “Steed can’t see me.”
“Sure he can. Steed, look again.”
Steed saw Donny Maxtone. “You are dead.”
“Yeah, as a door nail. But dude, don’t insult me by pointing out the obvious.”
Victor asked, “What do you know about this situation?”
“Not a lot. I was at my place in Whitehead and Bare Town and was listening to Morris on the radio. He announced the situation and that you were in pursuit of whoever you caught who was in the process of of staging the bio terror attack. I thought I would pop in to see if I can help you.”
Steed asked, “Whitehead and Bare Town? Why does that place sound familiar?”
“You and Judy have a place there. You two have a nice place there.”
“Judy and I have place there. We are soul mates?”
Victor said, “You and Judy are not soul mates. Get that fuck out of your head. You and Rita also have a place. It is in Hockey Stick Town. Now you can tell me that you and Rita are soul mates.”
Steed shook his head. “Liar.” Then he thought a second. “You have to be lying. Aren’t you?”
Victor looked at Steed with an evil grin.
Donny said, “I love Hockey Stick Town. Sports Venue after Sports Arena and not just Hockey. Football. Baseball. Basketball. Water Polo. Golf. Swimming Competitions. You name it. It is there. I have so much fun when I go there. But without our gang there together, it is not quite the same.”
Victor said, “Okay. We have to concentrate on catching the bad guys. The question is, how are we going to do that.”
Steed said, “I would say approach from the back and try to bump them so they will lose control but they have some powerful weapons up there.”
Donny said, “I would pop into their vehicle but I don’t know whether they are mortal or witch or whether they have cages for ghost.”
Victor said, “No. We don’t want you being caged. That is for sure. But we have to do something.”
Steed said, “We can continue following them. See where they are going. I am going to call my father to see if he can send backup.”
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Preacher Pat Pialo looked across his desk inside his house. “Where is my sermon? I need to make some changes. Where did I leave it?”
Preacher Pat’s cellphone began to ring. He looked to see who was calling. “What does Morris want? I don’t have time for some silly radio interview right now.” Preacher Pat did not answer his phone. “I bet my sermon is in my office at the church. I will run over there and get it.”