A Look Into Binding of the Halo 1
Setting: Abandoned School

Cianne did her best to resist being pulled out of her cell when Cook grabbed her hand. He barely allowed her the time to grab the mini flashlight she dropped.
“Tristan is coming for me.”
Cook managed to get her halfway out of the doorway, but with one properly timed yank, she managed to pull free and retreat a few feet back into the room only to have him grab her wrist again.
“We need to go. Please,” Cook said, as he desperately pulled her along. “They’ll be here any minute.”
“I can’t leave. Tristan is coming for me!” she screamed, as she continued trying to free herself.
“If I were him I would want you safe.” He looked at her with pleading eyes that shadowed some emotion she couldn’t read. “He would want you and the baby safe.”
The sound of a vehicle screeching to an abrupt stop made both of them jump and turn to the door. Cook quickly pulled her out of the room and down a long litter-filled hallway. They passed a row of broken down lockers and a few boarded-up windows along the way.
It’s a school, Cianne thought as she was pulled into a midsized room that looked like it was probably her captors’ base camp. She shadowed Cook as he ran to a boarded-up window on the far side of the old classroom and peeked through a space between the boards.
“They’re here.” He grabbed Cianne’s hand again and pulled her back into the hallway. “I need to get you to the bottom floor and out of the building. We’re going to have to use the back stairs,” he said, so quietly that she knew he was talking to himself.
Cianne could tell from the way he sounded that he really didn’t want to use the back stairs. She realized that they were in real danger but she wondered what was the issue with the stairs.
As she kept pace with Cook, she couldn’t stop wondering what happened to Tristan.
Cook was fast, and when he pulled her around a corner she stumbled, making her focus on what was happening with her. He slowed enough to allow her to right herself then returned to his quick pace.
His flashlight was bright and spanned wide enough for them to see a good deal in front of them. They whizzed by classroom after classroom, hurdled over debris and avoided anything that would slow them down. Resisting was no longer on Cianne’s mind. Getting out of this so she could get to Tristan drove her now.
When they made their way to the stairwell, Cook allowed her to stop to catch her breath before he pulled open the door that was barely hanging on two hinges. Debris, a strong stench, and filth filled what was visible of the stairs.
Cianne looked down the dark stairwell with only his flashlight as a beacon to guide them and felt a chill run through her. There was no way to tell how many flights there were to the bottom floor but she knew there was freedom beyond the darkness. Cianne pushed her shoulders back then looked at Cook. He looked back at her. The expression on his face scared her more than the thought of what they had to do. He squeezed her hand then let it go as they made their way down.
Cook went first, with her close behind. Cianne slipped a couple of times but Cook was there to steady her with a firm grip when she needed it. When they reached the bottom of the first flight, Cianne felt as if it hadn’t been that hard. That gave her the confidence she needed to get down the next two darkened flights.
Just as she mentally patted herself on the back, a faint noise reached her ears. “Did you hear that?” Cianne questioned, then stopped.
She looked down at Cook who stopped just as she had. Her eyes squinted into the darkness that lay before them, beyond the range of his light. With them stopped, Cianne heard the sound clearer. She had no idea what it was but it sounded like it was getting closer.
“Go back,” Cook whispered.
Cianne turned halfway around and was just about to take a step back over a small metal trashcan when she felt Cook’s hand on her leg. Cianne turned her head and looked down at him. But he was focused on something down the stairs. She followed the direction of his gaze. She had to suck in a gasp of fear when her eyes focused.
“Back up, slowly,” Cook whispered. He gave her leg a slight nudge.
Cianne couldn’t move. She was frozen with fear as she peered at the scraggly dog that looked up at them from a half a flight down. The dog’s eyes, shadowed by dirty matted hair, glowed as they bore into them. Its lips were tight and pulled back, revealing pink and black gums with sharp teeth that could be clearly seen with the flashlight in the dark stairwell.
The hound watched them for a few seconds before its growl echoed through the hollowed space between them. Cook gently pushed at her leg again. Cianne carefully began to take a slow step up when another dog came up behind the first.
“Run!” Cook yelled.

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The Binding of the Halo Book 1




Caleb Interviews a Journalist
Time: Present
Book: The Binding of the Halo Series

Caleb walked through the busy office with his mind set on tying up a few loose ends. He pushed down the door handle and walked into the office located in the back. The man behind the desk looked up and frowned.

Q. “Do you know who I am? And don’t lie, I will know.” Caleb closed the door.

A. “Maybe.” The man settled back in his seat then looked past Caleb and out into the bustling news office.

He was most likely looking for security but they were indisposed.

Q. “I was born in 1806 near the city New Dominion, to a wealthy planter. Your organization has been looking for me since 1826.”

A. The man shifted in his seat. “My newspaper wasn’t even around in 1826.”

Caleb crossed the distance in a flash and grabbed the man by his throat, lifted him out of the chair, and stared him in his wide terrified brown eyes.

Q. “You know of me?”

The man blinked due to his throat being squeezed.

Q. “Then you know that I’m not a patient man.”

The man blinked again.

Q. “So, would you rather die, which I promise to make painful, or will you give me the respect I’m due?

The man blinked.

“Good,” Caleb said, then lowered the man back to his chair.

Coughing, the man rubbed his neck. “Your birth name is Caleb Scott. You are…something other than human but we don’t know what. You aren’t a vampire or any other fabled creature. As far as we know, you are responsible for over two hundred deaths.”

“I love history, Mr. Dobson. I believe that you can learn a great deal from a glimpse into the past. That is why I’ve left you and your…club, alone but you have stumbled upon someone dear to me. So, I will make this offer once and only once. Destroy all you have on Cianne Baxter and forget about her, her kidnapping, and the odd incident with the dogs. Or I will add 75 more bodies to that grossly inaccurate sum you have.”

Caleb looked down, focusing on the man’s crotch where his urine was soaking into his pants. “I’m glad we understand one another.” Caleb looked over at the family photo on Dobson’s desk. Then, in a flash of light, Caleb disappeared. He needed to get to Arizona and Cianne.

Note: This scene isn’t in the books. It happens after Book 1 and before Book 2.

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