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| "Greed" by ShadowOfWar |
To wrap up a week of posting, I present the first two pages of the new book I've been working on (a sequel to Shattered Lies).
Of course, everything I've written so far is subject to change by the time of release, but I thought this scene might be worth sharing.
Here is Stolen Promises. Enjoy!
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May,
2011
Darkness in every direction.
Pictured walls enclose the scene. Silence should claim the night, but a clamor
erupts from the living room as a man of average height stuffs a small silver
clock into a black bag. Upstairs, a family sleeps, and he hopes not to wake
them.
Tip-toe.
Tip-toe. He
slinks to the kitchen. A cabinet opens and silver utensils are easily stuffed
in with the clock. The thief smiles a wide grin and opens the liquor cabinet to
his right. Out, he pulls a bottle of Jack Daniels. With the ease of a veteran,
he removes the cap and takes a swig. “Honey,” he whispers, “one day daddy’ll be
with ya.” His smile falls as he stares at the whiskey once more before taking
another, long drink.
“And, what do you think you’re doing?”
comes a woman’s voice from inside the kitchen. The thief jumps, almost dropping
his drink.
“Who’s there?!” he asks with shock. His
dark-brown eyes peer through the blackness and catch the outline of a curvy
figure. Shoving the whiskey back onto the cabinet shelf, he pulls a switchblade
from his pocket. As the blade shoots out from its casing, a light switch is
flipped, temporarily blinding the man.
With a groan, his eyes slowly adjust,
revealing marble counter-tops a large fridge, and a woman in her twenties. His
face twists in surprise as he stares at the half-naked woman. A black, leather
bra covers her large chest, and short-shorts of similar fashion cover her
below. The bright light of the lamp overhead causes her pure-white skin to
glow, her deep-red hair to shine brilliantly, and her green eyes to pop
seductively behind her black eye-liner.
Seeing the half-smile on her face, the
man is practically compelled to take a step forward. Yet, even as his feet move
and his knife drops, his mind can’t grasp why. “Wh-Who’re you?” he stutters.
“Me?” she asks coyly, stepping toward
him. “Why are you worried about who I am?” She places wraps her arms around his
neck and presses her body against him. Once more, he’s compelled to move, his
hands finding their way to her bare waist. Her skin is cold to the touch. A
shiver shoots up his spine. “Shouldn’t you be worrying about Aza?” She kisses
him hard upon the lips, just as a scream of agony escapes his mouth. He
struggles against her. His closed fists pound at her side, but she only pulls
him in tighter and tighter…until she feels a bulge in his pants and the life
leave his body.
His body drops to the floor as she back
away. A single, deep gash runs from his lumbar through his brain stem Crimson
runs away from his body, staining the floor.
“You’re lucky he dropped the knife, you
know?” Malice frowns. “Even a weakling like him could’ve caused some serious
damage to little ol’ me.”
“Right…like demons actually feel pain,”
Alex states coldly as he steps over the carved thief, wiping the blood from his
knife. The white mask upon his face covers all but his eyes and mouth. It and
the long coat he wears are stained red by his recent victim.
“Oh, I guarantee you we feel a lot more
than just pain.” She winks. Alex laughs lightly with a smirk.
“I’m sure. Just wait until we get home.”
“Oh?” She clings to his arm as they
start for the exit. “What’re you gonna do to me?”
“Hello?” chimes a voice from behind
them. Alex turns to see a tween girl in the kitchen doorway. “Who are you
people?” Alex nudges Malice as he turns back to the exit. A small shriek
escapes into the air. “Wh-Who’s that? What’d you do to him?”
“Should I stop her?” Malice whispers
with a smile.
“No, leave her,” Alex responds. Hard
footsteps retreat into the house. “We didn’t come for her.”
