Sam Sawyer Chapter Seventeen
By rayjones
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Sam Sawyer
Chapter Sixteen
Sam did not chase
after Kit. There was no need. She couldn’t escape the Mezzanine and the
Mezzanine was secure. She was safe, for the time being. He and Kathy walked
back to his house, knowing Kit could easily find her way there, even though, so
far as they knew, she had never been there. Sam’s gravel path led directly to
it.
Moreover,
she, like them, needed time to digest everything and hopefully, come to terms with
it, find perspective forge a plan and grow forward.
There were
many horrible things out there, beyond the safety of the Mezzanine. And Sam had
no doubt Oloran was busy cranking out more. The killings, the abductions were
not going to stop. Oloran wanted chaos, war, but most of all they wanted to
force the Nordics out of their Mezzanines and suck up as much terror as they
could.
Even now
certain chosen people were breaking out of their human chrysalises, leaving their
humanity behind to join their monstrous brethren in their war against Earth…
Something
stirred in the greyness swirling deep within Hilly Garth’s core. An old dream;
she was flying no floating toward the stars and something else, a saucer, then
blackness, deep inside, felt more than seen, sucking at her soul.
The cool predawn
air tingled against her bare arms and legs as she slid out bed and cocked her
head. A bone popped in her neck. It sounded like a rifle shot in the morning
stillness. Her husband Nigel, lost,
helpless in sleep, heard nothing.
A small
picture sitting by a crystal lamp on her nightstand, caught her eye. A spark of
sweet familiarity flashed in her mind then quickly burned out as she studied
the plate of glass holding the happy picture of her and Garth standing on the
beach at Pine Knolls Shore.
Reaching
down toward the picture she paused, fondled the air, relishing the sensation of
her flesh plowing through air. She could feel everything! A sea of sensation
and weapons everywhere. A sharp narrow grin cut her face like a razor. She
snatched up the picture, flipped it over noticed four little tabs holding the
back snuggly against the picture. Pushing them around she removed the back, let
the picture and its’ little cardboard spacing card drop to the floor. She
wanted the glass. It was made of cutting edges. Her fingers spread as she
looked down at her faint translucent oddly warped reflection just before she crunched
it in her hand. It exploded in her hand, cutting to the bone. Blood jetted from
her fingers. Nigel woke twisted himself up in the sheet as jerked toward the
awful sound of breaking glass. Hilly smiling and dripping as she soaked in his shock.
“Hilly
what’s going on?” His eyes; golf balls of disbelief at the sight of his pretty young
wife, so cute in his over -sized T shirt
smiled down at him with a hand full of blood and broken glass.
“You’ve hurt
yourself,” he said as he tried failed to throw back the sheet which was bound
around his waist and legs like a tourniquet.
“Nigel,” she
cooed, “don’t bother yourself about me. Watch this.” She then proceeded to pull
long slivers of glass from her shredded right hand, careful to hang on to the
longest sickle- like piece. She then held up her bloody right hand, which was
covered with deep gaping wounds.
Nigel’s
reality suddenly sloughed away as he watched little rivulets of blood defy
gravity and run up her wrist and palm as her open wounds sucked up the blood
closed and sealed healing themselves right before his shocked unbelieving eyes.
“Ha, ah,
how?”
“Nigel,
Nigel, sweetie, not how. What? You can still call me Hilly, I guess I still
need a name. Hilly is as good a name as any, just don’t need you, at least not
much longer.”
“What?”
“There you
go.” She said as she held the nasty glittering sliver and watched it melt into
her left hand. Her head pivoted back to her right hand its fingers straightened
fused and transformed into a long transparent blade.
She sneered
at Nigel as he struggled against the sheet, desperate to get away.
“Glass is
quite peculiar, so hard but so fragile, well I’ve fixed that.” Suddenly her
glass blade ‘hand’ drooped and whipped about like an angry crystal serpent,
turning her entire arm into a shimmering living sword.
Nigel jumped
back, fell off the bed. His legs and feet even more tightly twisted in the
sheet, utterly useless. Cowering on the cold hard floor he tried to claw his
way to the bathroom which was only a few feet away, but her animated glass
snake arm leaped from Hillys’ shoulder and arced though the air as she jumped
onto the bed and took aim.
Nigel never
saw the gleaming glass tip as it bit into the base of his skull, but the pain
burned through his entire body like acid. She had not simply cut him but lay
claim to his nervous system, slowly gleefully twisting and burning every nerve
in his body until his heart literally burst from pain.
Later she
feasted on his sweet lifeless flesh, eating her dessert first.
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Exciting and gory. Hilly is
Exciting and gory. Hilly is now extremely dangerous.
Looking forward to reading more.
Jenny.
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