Flight into Darkness (Flight Trilogy, Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

along the quiet river’s shores. Couples strolled along her banks. Children played. People sat and read or basked in the sun.
    He was drawn to a woman walking alongside a bearded man. The woman’s head was covered by a white shawl. The man wore a woolen hat. A young boy, about ten, ran up to the woman and hugged her. As the woman leaned down and embraced the boy in her arms, Samael felt an ache in his heart. His eyes grew watery.
    At the age of fifteen, Samael learned from his adopted parents of his abandonment as a newborn in an alley-way dumpster in downtown Chicago. The news clipping read:
    May 29 , 1970 : While taking the trash out , a local merchant noticed what appeared to be the head of a small doll protruding above the pile of rubbish . The man said , “ When I got closer , I saw the hands moving .”
    The first nine of Samael’s thirty-three years he’d spent warehoused at St. Mary’s Asylum for Boys, a Catholic institution for emotionally troubled adolescents, located on the outskirts of Chicago.
    By the early 1970s, the Illinois Department of Children and Family Services had forced almost every orphanage still operating to shut down, allowing only the most emotionally troubled adolescents to live in institutions. With nowhere to go, St. Mary’s Asylum had agreed to care for the freakishly abnormal infant until he could be placed in a home.
    Samael’s horrid appearance resulted in merciless name calling and abuse from the other children. They tagged him with names such as whitey, freak, monster, spot face, and demon-boy.
    During the frequent, adoptive viewings, prospective parents would poke and prod the children, testing for strengths and weaknesses. The head nun, Sister Bertha, would push little Samael to the back of the line, hoping not to startle the prospective parents or cause a disruptive outburst from the children as they eagerly competed to point out the freak as a “must see” attraction for the unsuspecting guests. A mere glimpse of Samael—a large red birthmark on his right cheek, oscillating eyes, and ghost-like skin—would always unleash recoiled gasps and impulsive outbursts: “Oh my! That poor child!” The mere sight of the child often sent prospective parents scurrying for the door.
    Rejected, ridiculed, and depleted of all hope, refusing to be further humiliated by the embarrassing, adoption interviews, Samael resorted to whatever means possible to avoid the fruitless and painful examinations. He hid in closets, under beds, in trash cans, laundry baskets—or wherever—until the guests had departed.
    One day, while hiding in a utility closet, he overheard Sister Bertha and Sister Mary talking. They’d stopped by the water fountain located in the hallway beside the utility closet. The deep, raspy voice of Sister Bertha said, “The train is our only option.”
    “But if we put him on the train,” said Sister Mary, in her sweet, almost angelic voice, “you know what will become of him.”
    “Well, we can’t keep him here any longer. No one wants him, and it won’t be long before we have serious problems with the other children. God forgive me, but they should have left the poor child in the dumpster. He will never make it in this world.”
    At the time, Samael thought the train sounded like a good idea. He liked trains. But he soon learned that “the train”, referred to by the sisters, was merely a code name originating from a social experiment conducted from 1854 to 1929 where Orphan Trains were used to transport orphaned, abandoned, or homeless, city children into the arms of loving families throughout the country. The modern-day “train” the sisters were referring to was not a train at all, but, instead, an underground child sex service operated, surprisingly, by top government officials, bureaucrats, and diplomats. The orphaned children were flown around the country to engage in child, sex orgies with American’s ruling elite. The sisters had previously used the