Phantom Universe

• Title Page
  
• PROLOGUE
  
• PART ONE
  
• CHAPTER 1: SURVIVAL
  
• CHAPTER 2: STORM
  
• CHAPTER 3: SALVATION
  
• CHAPTER 4: INTRUDERS
  
• CHAPTER 5: JADEN
  
• CHAPTER 6: HELL
  
• CHAPTER 7: DRIFTER
  
• CHAPTER 8: BEACHED
  
• CHAPTER 9: 2210
  
• CHAPTER 10: IMPLANTS
  
• CHAPTER 11: SILENCE
  
• CHAPTER 12: SOLD
  
• CHAPTER 13: OUTLANDERS
  
• CHAPTER 14: WATERFALL
  
• CHAPTER 15: SPLASHY
  
• CHAPTER 16: DIGNITY
  
• CHAPTER 17: BINDING
  
• CHAPTER 18: TRANSPORT
  
• CHAPTER 19: INSTITUTE
  
• CHAPTER 20: NEEDLES
  
• CHAPTER 21: ROSE
  
• CHAPTER 22: RENDEZVOUS
  
• CHAPTER 23: DEPARTURE
  
• CHAPTER 24: RIOT
  
• PART TWO
  
• CHAPTER 26: ALIVE
  
• CHAPTER 27: OUTCASTS
  
• CHAPTER 28: CHOCOLATE
  
• CHAPTER 29: PURPLE
  
• CHAPTER 30: SPIDER
  
• CHAPTER 31: MONEY
  
• CHAPTER 32: CHAOS
  
• CHAPTER 33: IGNORED
  
• CHAPTER 34: SORRY
  
• CHAPTER 35: CLASS
  
• CHAPTER 36: FLAMES
  
• CHAPTER 37: LAWS
  
• CHAPTER 38: SUSPICIOUS
  
• CHAPTER 39: PUNCH
  
• CHAPTER 40: CLOCK
  
• CHAPTER 41: FIRECRACKER
  
• CHAPTER 42: VORTEX
  
• PART THREE
  
• CHAPTER 44: DIVERSION
  
• CHAPTER 45: MONTGOMERY
  
• CHAPTER 46: BREAK
  
• CHAPTER 47: MINDY
  
• CHAPTER 48: ZHAR
  
• CHAPTER 49: COOPERATION
  
• CHAPTER 50: RESCUE
  
• CHAPTER 51: UNIMAGINABLE
  
• CHAPTER 52: SANCTUARY
  
• EPILOGUE
  

Published by Laura Kreitzer at Smashwords

PHANTOM UNIVERSE

SUMMER CHRONICLES

book one

LAURA KREITZER

Revolution Publishing Inc.

Phantom Universe

Copyright © 2011 by Laura Kreitzer

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Phantom Universe (Summer Chronicles, #1)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2011920056

First Edition

ISBN 13: 9781937790028 (ebook)

Dedicated to Lisa Langdale.

Without you no one would ever see

my writing come to fruition.

This is for you, bb.

AUTHOR’S NOTE

Dear Reader,

I would like to alert everyone of a colossal crisis that’s gone unnoticed in the world: human trafficking. Did you know the U.S.A. is reported to be the host to two million slaves? I didn’t—not until I was preparing to write this novel. The main character, Summer Waverly, was stolen as a child and sold as a slave to the captain of a modern-day pirate ship. From a loved child who only knew “time-out” as punishment, to being whipped into silence was something I knew nothing about. So I researched deeply into human trafficking and the psychological effects of torture of various types that one would endure in these circumstances. I felt shaken at my findings and knew I had to tell Summer’s story, including some of the more gruesome details (This is a warning for those who are disturbed by torture. Though it’s only briefly covered at the beginning, the scenes are raw and brutal).

A storm began brewing in my mind, transforming, morphing, twisting, and expanding into this massive, black cloud. I had to bring this tragic atrocity to the forefront. My own emotional experiences, mixed with the research I did on human trafficking, made me feel an intense connection with Summer, and to all women who’ve been through this kind of brutality. The cloud ruptured and rained all over my computer one day. It took one month to write 
Phantom Universe
, the first in the Summer Chronicles. I was so consumed by the story that I wrote nearly nonstop, only breaking for necessary tasks like eating, showering, and occasionally—
very
 occasionally—sleeping.

Though the book I’ve written would be classified as science fiction, or as I’d like to call it, dystopian, the emotions and psychological aspects are not science fiction—they’re real. Through Summer’s overwhelmingly horrendous past, she goes on more than just a physical journey in 
Phantom Universe
, she goes on a psychological one as well—growing beyond her mute state to persevere and survive in a new world beyond the whip she’s so frightened of.

I’m excited and terrified to share this story. I’m emotionally tied in every way to the words I’ve written, because they’re more than words. More than just a story on a page. Beyond the fictional aspects, there’s a real issue that needs to be addressed: human trafficking must be stopped. We shouldn’t sit idly by while this continues to plague us. Our world’s children—our nation’s children—are being affected. It’s time we take action!

I ask that you spread the word to everyone you know. Look up ways you can help and find a way to get involved in ending human trafficking. Take action today. Everyone has a voice—you have a voice. Will you have the courage to use it?

Laura Kreitzer

PHANTOM UNIVERSE

PROLOGUE

Doctor Mindy Waverly sprints up the stairs to her apartment near the University of Oxford. She constantly glances over her shoulder as terror bleeds into her every pore like an inferno of all seven hells synthesized. She knows it will happen this Sunday—the termination of the experiment. Overheard it, actually. And now she has to hide because they’ll kill to protect their secret. The same secret Mindy will desperately try to protect
against
them. Termination isn’t an option anymore; not after four years.

She slams her key into the door’s deadbolt and twists the knob frantically. The door has jammed so often that she knows to hammer her shoulder into it. When it flies open, the alarmed babysitter, Amy, jumps to her feet.

“
Jesus, Mindy! You scared me half to death. Why are you—” Amy’s words are cut off by the frantic look in Mindy Waverly’s dilated eyes.

“
Where’s Summer?” Her breath is short, and her tone’s laced with panic.

Amy approaches her, uncertain. “She’s taking a nap. Is everything all right?” Her eyebrows crease in concern.

Mindy’s eyes are still wide in terror from overhearing the dreadful news, though relief washes over her in a cooling wave.
She’s okay!
“Wake her!” she insists. When Amy doesn’t move she shouts, “Now!”

Amy shoots down the hallway to little Summer’s bedroom like the proverbial wildfires of hell are on her heels. She doesn’t know why Mindy sounds and looks so panicked, but it rubs off on Amy as she shakes the sleeping child.

Mindy, on the other hand, becomes a frantic tornado through the house, sucking up what she needs and throwing back what she doesn’t. She shoves random clothes into suitcases, snatches precious jewelry out of her bedroom, and opens her safe to seize the money she has saved through the years. She also grabs Summer’s blanket and a few of her favorite books and stuffed animals.
They said Sunday. That will give me two days to run and hide before they realize we’re gone
, she rationalizes. Amy returns with Summer who is sleepy-eyed and snuggled into Amy’s shoulder. Before the babysitter understands what’s happening, she’s standing alone in the Waverly’s apartment with her mouth ajar in the aftermath of the storm that is Mindy Waverly.

Mindy’s long, brown hair twists wildly as she speeds away, the windows down to help calm her strained nerves. Summer, oblivious, giggles at her mum’s peculiar haste but is excited to be leaving the house to go on some adventure. It isn’t like her mum to take her out during the day. But what Summer doesn’t know is that her life’s in danger, and her mother’s vigor is to save and protect her.

How can they even flirt with the idea of termination?
Mindy wonders as she speeds south towards Portsmouth where she has friends they can stay with for the night while she tries to figure out what she’ll do.
She’s just a child.
Mindy glances in the rearview to see Summer’s huge smile, one of her front teeth loose and crooked.
An innocent.

As they drive along the coast, Summer sings out gleefully, unaware of the seriousness of the situation. She sings the
Happy Birthday
song over and over as she recalls her fourth birthday party the previous week. She makes her stuffed bunny dance on her lap as the scent of the ocean fills the car the closer they drive to the water—warm and inviting. It’s been so long since she’s seen the ocean and remembers the salty feel of the water along her skin. She loves it, but her belly rumbles. Hunger starts to show its ugly face, and the singing and ocean view loses its luster.