“Okay, I can accept Marilyn is some experiment you created. I can accept Cyrus got in your way. But why chain him to the wall? Why bring me here? You could have just taken her and left the rest of us alone. Now you invite the rest of my new friends to come after you.”
“They have no chance. I was easily able to hide us from their view once. Besides, I suspect they have far more trouble ahead of them than little old me. GENESIS still wants you all. And I gave them all the information they needed to trap the rest of your little friends.”
Ian said nothing. It was already clear to him Saul would give him all the information he needed. The man clearly saw himself as far too perfect for subtleties.
“The Composite will rise, but it will be a new life. It will be weak. It needs power. It could take weeks for it to take final form and have the strength to sustain it. But I can easily circumvent that. If The Composite latches onto you, it can steal your ability. The godling is a source of pure energy. One touch with your powers would guarantee our success. The Composite would rise and we would take our leave. The next you would hear of us would be our rise to power.”
“Power?”
“I have bided my time for centuries, Ian. I have watched the world grow too large for its own good. Nations rise and nations fall, but they consume resources needlessly when such things could be better used for greater purposes. The world needs a firm hand. It needs someone to take control. With guidance, this world could become a paradise. I have worked for over a century to guarantee that the man that would bring this about would be me.”
“Other men tried, all with far larger forces than anything I see from you. Hitler, Stalin, Ragnarok. None of them could do it. No amount of power could bring them a victory over every nation in the world. What makes you think you can take control? How do you expect every nation to fall in line so you can rule the world?”
“Because, I will wipe out six and a half billion people to do so.”
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Tuesday, September 27, 2016
Thursday, September 22, 2016
Book 3 Chapter 27-5
Saul smirked at Ian. His bemusement and the reason for it were clear to Ian. His memory loss entertained Saul. Ian couldn’t help but think he should know exactly why Saul wanted all of this, but the memory was too elusive. No answers were coming to him. Whatever knowledge might be locked in the recesses of his mind, it would be of no help to him now.
Saul turned and looked down at the floor at Cyrus’s feet. Ian could see his friend was hurt and exhausted. But this was the first time he noticed the strange puddle on the floor. At first glance, it might have looked like some kind of strange oil. The liquid was awash with colors, slowly shifting as it seemed to shift across the floor. But the movements were clearly not just a flow down an imperceptible dip in the floor. The amorphous blob shifted on its own. Ian couldn’t hide his horror as he realized this object before him was alive.
“See someone you recognize, Ian? Your foolish friend and his female companion walked right into my trap. It took only a few seconds for my associates and I to secure them. They didn’t even put up a fight. Now you can finally watch that foolish harlot you’ve had in your midst as she takes her true form.”
Ian turned back to Saul. “You act like you’ve worked everything out, but I’m still lost. Are you saying that thing on the floor is Marilyn?”
“I’m saying it is an amorphous being. I worked hard to create it over sixty years ago, but somewhere along the way the host body failed to receive its gift. Another mind took control over what would have been my most perfect creature. Now I’ve unlocked the true power within the creature, unleashed the minds that were meant to rule over the body. Your dear friend Marilyn was just a figment, a dream. Now there’s only The Composite.”
Ian turned to Sandra. “Seriously, I wish I could remember meeting this guy before. He’s monologuing like a comic book villain. Does he always do this?”
The controller simply smiled and shrugged.
Saul turned and looked down at the floor at Cyrus’s feet. Ian could see his friend was hurt and exhausted. But this was the first time he noticed the strange puddle on the floor. At first glance, it might have looked like some kind of strange oil. The liquid was awash with colors, slowly shifting as it seemed to shift across the floor. But the movements were clearly not just a flow down an imperceptible dip in the floor. The amorphous blob shifted on its own. Ian couldn’t hide his horror as he realized this object before him was alive.
“See someone you recognize, Ian? Your foolish friend and his female companion walked right into my trap. It took only a few seconds for my associates and I to secure them. They didn’t even put up a fight. Now you can finally watch that foolish harlot you’ve had in your midst as she takes her true form.”
Ian turned back to Saul. “You act like you’ve worked everything out, but I’m still lost. Are you saying that thing on the floor is Marilyn?”
“I’m saying it is an amorphous being. I worked hard to create it over sixty years ago, but somewhere along the way the host body failed to receive its gift. Another mind took control over what would have been my most perfect creature. Now I’ve unlocked the true power within the creature, unleashed the minds that were meant to rule over the body. Your dear friend Marilyn was just a figment, a dream. Now there’s only The Composite.”
Ian turned to Sandra. “Seriously, I wish I could remember meeting this guy before. He’s monologuing like a comic book villain. Does he always do this?”
The controller simply smiled and shrugged.
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Book 3 Chapter 27-4
Everything around them shook at the impact. Ian could see bits of dirt and dust crumble off the wall. Whatever shook the room had been incredibly powerful and very loud. Ian suspected he knew the source, but it made no sense for him to be here now.
Saul threw open the door to the room. His stoic expression was gone, replaced by abject fury. A figure hung on the far side of the open chamber. It was dim, but Ian saw it was indeed Cyrus. He didn’t know how the young god came to be here. He only knew his friend had put a kink in Saul’s plan.
Saul moved across the room at blinding speed. He wasn’t as fast as Rosa, but he clearly was far faster than any normal human. A moment later, he was next to Cyrus. Saul drove a fist hard into the side of Cyrus’s head. The blow landed with a resounding thud. Cyrus already looked terrible. He slumped forward as the blow was landed.
Ian slowly entered the room after Saul. He had a chance now. With the right move, he could end Saul. He might lose Phoebe if the other man died. He would have to be careful. He creeped up behind Saul as he thought about the power that made him El Sanguijielo in Rosa’s eyes. One touch could drain Saul’s power, but he would have to be careful not to kill the other man. He wasn’t sure he had that control, but it was his only hope.
“I don’t suggest you do anything foolish.”
Just a few steps separated him and Saul, but none of it mattered as both men turned towards the new voice. Sandra stood in the doorway. Ian wasn’t sure how she got here without making a sound or him seeing something. But she wasn’t alone.
Phoebe stood beside her. She still wore the hat she picked up earlier. In fact, she would look perfectly normal if not for her vacant eyes. Sandra’s control was complete, but that didn’t stop Ian.
“Phoebe, are you alright?”
She said nothing. Ian knew he shouldn’t be surprised, but he could already see how this complicated everything. Sandra’s power kept her silent and compliant.
He turned back to the other man. “What is this, Saul? What do you want from me? What do you want from Phoebe and Cyrus?”
Saul threw open the door to the room. His stoic expression was gone, replaced by abject fury. A figure hung on the far side of the open chamber. It was dim, but Ian saw it was indeed Cyrus. He didn’t know how the young god came to be here. He only knew his friend had put a kink in Saul’s plan.
Saul moved across the room at blinding speed. He wasn’t as fast as Rosa, but he clearly was far faster than any normal human. A moment later, he was next to Cyrus. Saul drove a fist hard into the side of Cyrus’s head. The blow landed with a resounding thud. Cyrus already looked terrible. He slumped forward as the blow was landed.
Ian slowly entered the room after Saul. He had a chance now. With the right move, he could end Saul. He might lose Phoebe if the other man died. He would have to be careful. He creeped up behind Saul as he thought about the power that made him El Sanguijielo in Rosa’s eyes. One touch could drain Saul’s power, but he would have to be careful not to kill the other man. He wasn’t sure he had that control, but it was his only hope.
“I don’t suggest you do anything foolish.”
Just a few steps separated him and Saul, but none of it mattered as both men turned towards the new voice. Sandra stood in the doorway. Ian wasn’t sure how she got here without making a sound or him seeing something. But she wasn’t alone.
Phoebe stood beside her. She still wore the hat she picked up earlier. In fact, she would look perfectly normal if not for her vacant eyes. Sandra’s control was complete, but that didn’t stop Ian.
“Phoebe, are you alright?”
She said nothing. Ian knew he shouldn’t be surprised, but he could already see how this complicated everything. Sandra’s power kept her silent and compliant.
He turned back to the other man. “What is this, Saul? What do you want from me? What do you want from Phoebe and Cyrus?”
Thursday, September 15, 2016
Book 3 Chapter 27-3
The tunnel wasn’t like anything Ian expected. He thought the simple design and furnishings of the previous room would continue even in the new passage. But the walls here looked far older. They seemed to be carved from the very earth itself. Rock walls were moist with groundwater, rough surfaces unevenly formed from some natural or supernatural force. His host seemed used to them, but something about them unsettled Ian. Some ancient power permeated this place.
I have nowhere to run, even if I wanted to. I have to be strong.
He repeated the mantra in his head again and again, once with each step forward. But Ian wanted to panic. He wanted to run. He could feel the impending danger before him. Saul knew him. Saul wanted him for something. The life of him and his friends were in danger until he could uncover the answer. He couldn’t help but think Saul only wanted him here to kill him. Yet if Saul wanted him dead, Sandra could have used her powers to keep him from defending himself.
The tunnel winded around and downward. If they were on the ground level before, they quickly made their way into some kind of catacombs beneath River City. As they passed an offshoot in another direction, Ian wondered how expansive the tunnels were. And how many people had died trying to escape. It was the perfect trap to keep him and Phoebe from escape.
After several long minutes, several more turns and a half dozen forks in the tunnel, Saul turned and lead Ian into a long haul. Here one side of the walls were made of solid cinder blocks, cold and flat outside the four metal doors that broke them into separate cells. Because that is all they could be, some kind of confinement for Saul’s enemies.
Is this my future?
But Saul offered him no answers. Instead, he pulled a set of keys from his pocket. The ring held over a dozen keys, all ancient skeleton keys unlike anything in regular modern use. He flipped through a few and found the one he wanted. Saul walked to the nearest door, inserted the key and opened the lock. Saul grabbed a heavy iron ring just below the lock and slowly pulled the door open.
Ian felt a surge of power blast from the opening, even as darkness rushed over him.
I have nowhere to run, even if I wanted to. I have to be strong.
He repeated the mantra in his head again and again, once with each step forward. But Ian wanted to panic. He wanted to run. He could feel the impending danger before him. Saul knew him. Saul wanted him for something. The life of him and his friends were in danger until he could uncover the answer. He couldn’t help but think Saul only wanted him here to kill him. Yet if Saul wanted him dead, Sandra could have used her powers to keep him from defending himself.
The tunnel winded around and downward. If they were on the ground level before, they quickly made their way into some kind of catacombs beneath River City. As they passed an offshoot in another direction, Ian wondered how expansive the tunnels were. And how many people had died trying to escape. It was the perfect trap to keep him and Phoebe from escape.
After several long minutes, several more turns and a half dozen forks in the tunnel, Saul turned and lead Ian into a long haul. Here one side of the walls were made of solid cinder blocks, cold and flat outside the four metal doors that broke them into separate cells. Because that is all they could be, some kind of confinement for Saul’s enemies.
Is this my future?
But Saul offered him no answers. Instead, he pulled a set of keys from his pocket. The ring held over a dozen keys, all ancient skeleton keys unlike anything in regular modern use. He flipped through a few and found the one he wanted. Saul walked to the nearest door, inserted the key and opened the lock. Saul grabbed a heavy iron ring just below the lock and slowly pulled the door open.
Ian felt a surge of power blast from the opening, even as darkness rushed over him.
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Book 3 Chapter 27-2
Ian said nothing. He had to listen to the other man, had to play along, but he wouldn’t let his anger fuel his actions. Nor his fear. He wouldn’t let this man goad him into either.
“You don’t have to answer, Ian. I know you don’t recognize me. I also knew you as a name other than Ian, but I suspect someone like you has used many names.”
Someone like me. What does he mean? El Sanguijuelo?
“My name is Saul. Like you I’ve had other names, but it’s been Saul as long as we knew each other. The name only became frustrating in recent years, with that idiot from the drug show.”
Ian didn’t know what he was talking about. But Saul didn’t need to know that. He kept his face impassive. Saul would tell him what he wanted soon enough, but Ian hoped he would slip more and reveal more about Ian’s lost memories.
“You’re quiet, Ian. It’s not like you. I remember you talking a mile a minute. Anytime you were under stress it was yammer, yammer, yammer. Now I can’t even get you to open your mouth. Have you become a mute?”
Ian said nothing.
“If you don’t cooperate, your friend will be tortured. Answer my question.”
“I can talk. I just don’t have much to say to you.”
Saul chuckled. “Of course not, you’ve lost your memory. You don’t even remember me. You don’t remember what I swore I would do. You don’t remember your own threats towards me. I find a delicious irony in that. But perhaps that’s my knowledge and wit showing. Come now. I’ve got something to show you.”
Saul turned and walked towards the hidden door. It opened without his touch. He beckoned Ian to follow. Reluctantly, Ian did so.
“You don’t have to answer, Ian. I know you don’t recognize me. I also knew you as a name other than Ian, but I suspect someone like you has used many names.”
Someone like me. What does he mean? El Sanguijuelo?
“My name is Saul. Like you I’ve had other names, but it’s been Saul as long as we knew each other. The name only became frustrating in recent years, with that idiot from the drug show.”
Ian didn’t know what he was talking about. But Saul didn’t need to know that. He kept his face impassive. Saul would tell him what he wanted soon enough, but Ian hoped he would slip more and reveal more about Ian’s lost memories.
“You’re quiet, Ian. It’s not like you. I remember you talking a mile a minute. Anytime you were under stress it was yammer, yammer, yammer. Now I can’t even get you to open your mouth. Have you become a mute?”
Ian said nothing.
“If you don’t cooperate, your friend will be tortured. Answer my question.”
“I can talk. I just don’t have much to say to you.”
Saul chuckled. “Of course not, you’ve lost your memory. You don’t even remember me. You don’t remember what I swore I would do. You don’t remember your own threats towards me. I find a delicious irony in that. But perhaps that’s my knowledge and wit showing. Come now. I’ve got something to show you.”
Saul turned and walked towards the hidden door. It opened without his touch. He beckoned Ian to follow. Reluctantly, Ian did so.
Thursday, September 8, 2016
Book 3 Chapter 27. Ian
When Sandra was done with him, Ian hated himself just a little bit more. He still didn’t know how he knew the woman, but it was clear her powers were too much for him to resist. No matter how hard he tried, he did everything she asked of him. He couldn’t help himself but to comply.
She was gone now and for that he was grateful. She forced him into a blindfold before dumping him at his current location. As he pulled the cloth from his eyes, he couldn’t help but think he was in an everyday ordinary living room.
Though he saw no doors in the enclosed space, it was decked out with a pair of loveseats, a big screen television, an end table and even a few choice pieces of art. He stared at the large ficus tree on the edge of the room and wondered who wanted to see him so badly as to lure him into this place.
Sandra hinted at another, someone Ian felt he should know. He couldn’t stand his broken mind. It could be the only thing that saved either Phoebe or him. But the information refused to unlock from whatever recess it hid in. Maybe it wasn’t there at all anymore.
A portion of the wall to the left of the television suddenly shifted. It folded back, revealing a hidden door into the room. A man stepped through it.
Ian knew he should recognize the new arrival. The lanky man looked to be in his mid-forties. His head was shaved bald and a goatee framed his face. He wore round glasses over his eyes, the kind Steve Jobs used to wear. Dressed in a black sweater and slacks, he could have passed as a close relation to the late Apple founder. But Ian knew this figure was much older than he appeared. Much older than his lookalike. Something told him, his history with this man was long and quite often deadly.
The stranger smiled as he met Ian’s eyes. It wasn’t a friendly grin, but the knowing look of someone that knew he had his foes where he wanted them. It just served to make him look even more devilish.
“I would ask if you remember me, but I guess we both know that isn’t the case, don’t we?”
She was gone now and for that he was grateful. She forced him into a blindfold before dumping him at his current location. As he pulled the cloth from his eyes, he couldn’t help but think he was in an everyday ordinary living room.
Though he saw no doors in the enclosed space, it was decked out with a pair of loveseats, a big screen television, an end table and even a few choice pieces of art. He stared at the large ficus tree on the edge of the room and wondered who wanted to see him so badly as to lure him into this place.
Sandra hinted at another, someone Ian felt he should know. He couldn’t stand his broken mind. It could be the only thing that saved either Phoebe or him. But the information refused to unlock from whatever recess it hid in. Maybe it wasn’t there at all anymore.
A portion of the wall to the left of the television suddenly shifted. It folded back, revealing a hidden door into the room. A man stepped through it.
Ian knew he should recognize the new arrival. The lanky man looked to be in his mid-forties. His head was shaved bald and a goatee framed his face. He wore round glasses over his eyes, the kind Steve Jobs used to wear. Dressed in a black sweater and slacks, he could have passed as a close relation to the late Apple founder. But Ian knew this figure was much older than he appeared. Much older than his lookalike. Something told him, his history with this man was long and quite often deadly.
The stranger smiled as he met Ian’s eyes. It wasn’t a friendly grin, but the knowing look of someone that knew he had his foes where he wanted them. It just served to make him look even more devilish.
“I would ask if you remember me, but I guess we both know that isn’t the case, don’t we?”
Thursday, March 31, 2016
Walking Shadows Book 3 Chapter 18-3
As he met my eyes, I saw the same jagged dagger Saul held before, the one he used to kill Franz and Harry. As Solomon met my eyes, he pulled the blade across his own throat.
Blood jetted from the wound. I felt it splash across my face and chest. My skin burnt at its touch. I tried to struggle away, to clean myself, but I couldn’t break free of whatever they used to drug me.
The energy grew into a palpable force all around me. It whirled and twisted in blue and purple lights around the room. The energy circled and flowed through me even as I could feel my own skin bubble and blister where Solomon’s blood had struck.
But while the energy ripped through me, it also encircled Saul. As I felt my skin melt into something else, I watched the bursts of energy fly directly into Saul’s frame. Each burst shook his frame and he screamed out in the agony I felt but could not express.
His body seemed to glow with some kind of dark light. And as I watched the dark light seemed to fall over him like a veil. It consumed his entire frame and he disappeared from my view. The light took in the entire altar. It darkened in front of me, almost as if it formed some sort of energy shell. I tried to move, to break free of my own agony before something similar could happen to me.
But I couldn’t move. Thinking started to become more of a strain, even as I watched the shell darken blacker than the darkest corner of the abyss. My vision started to blur as I took it in. I felt Solomon’s hand fall away from me and I caught only a glimpse of his body before it fell to the ground between Saul’s shell and me.
My thoughts were growing hazy. At first I thought it might be the drug that held my body in check, but as I watched bits of skin dribble across my vision, I realized it was something else. I was slowly falling apart. I would soon cease to be me.
I wasn’t going to be—no, even my name escaped me. Whatever they did to me, my mind was slowly turning into something else, while my body melted into nothing else.
For some reason, a quote popped into my head at that very moment, from one of my favorite actresses. The nicest thing for me is sleep, so at least I can dream.
I closed my eyes and let myself drift into an endless sleep, one which I’m not sure I would ever wake from.
Blood jetted from the wound. I felt it splash across my face and chest. My skin burnt at its touch. I tried to struggle away, to clean myself, but I couldn’t break free of whatever they used to drug me.
The energy grew into a palpable force all around me. It whirled and twisted in blue and purple lights around the room. The energy circled and flowed through me even as I could feel my own skin bubble and blister where Solomon’s blood had struck.
But while the energy ripped through me, it also encircled Saul. As I felt my skin melt into something else, I watched the bursts of energy fly directly into Saul’s frame. Each burst shook his frame and he screamed out in the agony I felt but could not express.
His body seemed to glow with some kind of dark light. And as I watched the dark light seemed to fall over him like a veil. It consumed his entire frame and he disappeared from my view. The light took in the entire altar. It darkened in front of me, almost as if it formed some sort of energy shell. I tried to move, to break free of my own agony before something similar could happen to me.
But I couldn’t move. Thinking started to become more of a strain, even as I watched the shell darken blacker than the darkest corner of the abyss. My vision started to blur as I took it in. I felt Solomon’s hand fall away from me and I caught only a glimpse of his body before it fell to the ground between Saul’s shell and me.
My thoughts were growing hazy. At first I thought it might be the drug that held my body in check, but as I watched bits of skin dribble across my vision, I realized it was something else. I was slowly falling apart. I would soon cease to be me.
I wasn’t going to be—no, even my name escaped me. Whatever they did to me, my mind was slowly turning into something else, while my body melted into nothing else.
For some reason, a quote popped into my head at that very moment, from one of my favorite actresses. The nicest thing for me is sleep, so at least I can dream.
I closed my eyes and let myself drift into an endless sleep, one which I’m not sure I would ever wake from.
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Walking Shadows Book 3 Chapter 18-2
He reached down and grabbed my head. I tried to pull away, but still my body betrayed me. He turned my head to one side and for the first time, I took in the rest of the room.
We were in some kind of basement. The stone floor was unfinished and the walls looked like foundation brick. But across the floor were spread body after body after body. I recognized most of them, various other members of the Survivor’s Club. Franz and Harry’s body were near the altar I rested upon, almost as if they had just fell away from it the way they had the bed on which they were murdered. But it was the cold dead eyes of Audrey, just a few feet farther away that caught my attention. She seemed to stare at me, but her lips were curled into a smile, even as her clothes were left bloody from the long slice across her jugular vein.
I wanted to panic and I wanted to run. My body could only twitch.
Saul chuckled at the slight amount of movement. He walked back into my line of sight and bent down to meet me face to face. I tried to spit in his eye, but managed only to let a thin vein of drool slip from my lips.
“I didn’t expect her to be so willful. She should make an interesting vessel for the power.”
“As will you, brother.”
Saul rose up and patted Solomon on the shoulder before me. He turned and walked from my view again. Solomon closed and once again twisted my head, this time lulling it to the other side.
From here, I could take in the other alter. Saul disrobed as he approached it. He climbed on it completely naked. He rested his head on it and crossed his arms in front of him, a mimicry of the position they left me in.
“I know you are fearful, Meredith. But know that you will be reborn as a greater being. You will become something more than just a lonely woman. Your future will be one filled with power and strength. And one day, you will be responsible for the very survival and propagation of the human race. But for now, just know that I do this out of care and love. I want to see you survive, even if I cannot.”
I still didn’t know what he was talking about, even as he rested a hand on my chest. It was cold, as if lifeless. But I felt something flow from it to me, as if some kind of energy was channeling into my frame.
We were in some kind of basement. The stone floor was unfinished and the walls looked like foundation brick. But across the floor were spread body after body after body. I recognized most of them, various other members of the Survivor’s Club. Franz and Harry’s body were near the altar I rested upon, almost as if they had just fell away from it the way they had the bed on which they were murdered. But it was the cold dead eyes of Audrey, just a few feet farther away that caught my attention. She seemed to stare at me, but her lips were curled into a smile, even as her clothes were left bloody from the long slice across her jugular vein.
I wanted to panic and I wanted to run. My body could only twitch.
Saul chuckled at the slight amount of movement. He walked back into my line of sight and bent down to meet me face to face. I tried to spit in his eye, but managed only to let a thin vein of drool slip from my lips.
“I didn’t expect her to be so willful. She should make an interesting vessel for the power.”
“As will you, brother.”
Saul rose up and patted Solomon on the shoulder before me. He turned and walked from my view again. Solomon closed and once again twisted my head, this time lulling it to the other side.
From here, I could take in the other alter. Saul disrobed as he approached it. He climbed on it completely naked. He rested his head on it and crossed his arms in front of him, a mimicry of the position they left me in.
“I know you are fearful, Meredith. But know that you will be reborn as a greater being. You will become something more than just a lonely woman. Your future will be one filled with power and strength. And one day, you will be responsible for the very survival and propagation of the human race. But for now, just know that I do this out of care and love. I want to see you survive, even if I cannot.”
I still didn’t know what he was talking about, even as he rested a hand on my chest. It was cold, as if lifeless. But I felt something flow from it to me, as if some kind of energy was channeling into my frame.
Saturday, March 26, 2016
Walking Shadows Book 3 Chapter 18. Then
I woke in dim light. I rested on something cold, a slab of metal that offered no comfort. I moved to sit up, but couldn’t. For a moment, I thought I was tied or bound by chains or manacles. But I was naked, with only the cold metal beneath me. Still I could not pull myself off of the slab, no matter how hard I tried. It was like my body had betrayed me.
I heard the sound of steps somewhere around me, but it was hard to see anything other than straight up towards the dim ceiling lamp. The room smelled of formaldehyde, a scent that sought to pervade every smell in the room. She could see the flash of lights from something to her right and left, but could not make them out anymore than the approaching footsteps.
“Oh, excellent. I’m glad to see you’re finally awake. You’ve been unconscious for quite some time, young lady.”
I knew the voice instantly. It was Solomon, but I didn’t understand why he was here. I remembered the adventure in the club earlier in the evening. But the night’s end seemed like a blur in my aching mind.
The memories returned in screaming color as the two men approached the table. Solomon looked like he always did, but it was the grim form of his brother Saul that brought the death around me back to vivid life.
“No,” I said. My lips would only move slightly and the word slurred as I said it.
Solomon turned to his brother. “It appears her memories are still in place. I expected them to fade already.”
“The process isn’t yet complete. It won’t be long until she becomes the perfect vessel.”
I didn’t understand their meaning. Maybe this was some kind of weird impregnation routine the brothers invented. But I had a feeling it was something far darker than that. I saw Saul smile as he murdered the men with us. I doubted he was interested in just procreation.
“She’s worried,” Saul said. “She thinks we’re going to hurt her.”
Solomon bent down and gently kissed my forehead. “Don’t worry, my dear. I haven’t fucked you for the past year because I just want your corpse. I have looked for a perfect vessel to create the perfect being, a figure that will survive the coming storm. A being that can carry worthy souls through the coming apocalypse and into the new world that comes after.”
I heard the sound of steps somewhere around me, but it was hard to see anything other than straight up towards the dim ceiling lamp. The room smelled of formaldehyde, a scent that sought to pervade every smell in the room. She could see the flash of lights from something to her right and left, but could not make them out anymore than the approaching footsteps.
“Oh, excellent. I’m glad to see you’re finally awake. You’ve been unconscious for quite some time, young lady.”
I knew the voice instantly. It was Solomon, but I didn’t understand why he was here. I remembered the adventure in the club earlier in the evening. But the night’s end seemed like a blur in my aching mind.
The memories returned in screaming color as the two men approached the table. Solomon looked like he always did, but it was the grim form of his brother Saul that brought the death around me back to vivid life.
“No,” I said. My lips would only move slightly and the word slurred as I said it.
Solomon turned to his brother. “It appears her memories are still in place. I expected them to fade already.”
“The process isn’t yet complete. It won’t be long until she becomes the perfect vessel.”
I didn’t understand their meaning. Maybe this was some kind of weird impregnation routine the brothers invented. But I had a feeling it was something far darker than that. I saw Saul smile as he murdered the men with us. I doubted he was interested in just procreation.
“She’s worried,” Saul said. “She thinks we’re going to hurt her.”
Solomon bent down and gently kissed my forehead. “Don’t worry, my dear. I haven’t fucked you for the past year because I just want your corpse. I have looked for a perfect vessel to create the perfect being, a figure that will survive the coming storm. A being that can carry worthy souls through the coming apocalypse and into the new world that comes after.”
Saturday, February 13, 2016
Walking Shadows Book 3 Chapter 16-8
“Shit!”
I pulled away only slightly as I felt him swell on my tongue. My mouth suddenly filled with his release. My body shook even as I worked to swallow it all down.
I heard Harry’s own grunts behind me. I knew the sight of Franz’s release had pushed him to his own brink. I reached back with a hand and grabbed his ass. I pulled him tighter against me and held him deep inside me. I felt completely full as he released deep inside my bowels.
He continued to push into me, fighting to prolong his own orgasm as I looked down at Saul beneath me. Solomon’s brother remained as impassive as when I first laid eyes on him. But as I met his eyes, his lips slowly tightened. He smirked at me as he released my hips, but continued to thrust up into me. His hands fell to the side of the bed. I closed my eyes and took control. I forced myself up and down him, effectively riding him.
Harry pulled out of me, but I didn’t care about anything but my continued ride upon Saul. I was lost in him, awash with almost perpetual orgasm.
I felt Saul shift beneath me, but I didn’t open my eyes. I ran my hand down the scars across his heart instead, even as his hand reached up and pulled me down into a kiss.
I was in his embrace, when I heard Franz suddenly grunt again, even though he was away from me. I heard motion all around me, but Saul held me fast as he continued to kiss my lips. I opened my eyes and tried to look up, but all I could see were Saul’s dark eyes. Only now the whites of his eyes were gone, replaced by solid red. He stared up at me and for the first time I realized the smirk wasn’t happy as much as it was malevolent.
I pulled my lips away from him, but I could not move his head. He held me hard against him, stared up into my eyes.
“Let me go,” I murmured into his lips. But he showed no signs of even hearing me.
A loud thump pulled my vision away from those haunting red eyes and to the floor beside the bed. I could only whimper into Saul’s lips as I saw the still naked form of Franz. His body convulsed spasmodically. His eyes were open, but they had no sign of life behind them. Sores and lesions covered him from waist to neck. Blood and pus leaked from them as I could only watch him die before me.
I pulled away only slightly as I felt him swell on my tongue. My mouth suddenly filled with his release. My body shook even as I worked to swallow it all down.
I heard Harry’s own grunts behind me. I knew the sight of Franz’s release had pushed him to his own brink. I reached back with a hand and grabbed his ass. I pulled him tighter against me and held him deep inside me. I felt completely full as he released deep inside my bowels.
He continued to push into me, fighting to prolong his own orgasm as I looked down at Saul beneath me. Solomon’s brother remained as impassive as when I first laid eyes on him. But as I met his eyes, his lips slowly tightened. He smirked at me as he released my hips, but continued to thrust up into me. His hands fell to the side of the bed. I closed my eyes and took control. I forced myself up and down him, effectively riding him.
Harry pulled out of me, but I didn’t care about anything but my continued ride upon Saul. I was lost in him, awash with almost perpetual orgasm.
I felt Saul shift beneath me, but I didn’t open my eyes. I ran my hand down the scars across his heart instead, even as his hand reached up and pulled me down into a kiss.
I was in his embrace, when I heard Franz suddenly grunt again, even though he was away from me. I heard motion all around me, but Saul held me fast as he continued to kiss my lips. I opened my eyes and tried to look up, but all I could see were Saul’s dark eyes. Only now the whites of his eyes were gone, replaced by solid red. He stared up at me and for the first time I realized the smirk wasn’t happy as much as it was malevolent.
I pulled my lips away from him, but I could not move his head. He held me hard against him, stared up into my eyes.
“Let me go,” I murmured into his lips. But he showed no signs of even hearing me.
A loud thump pulled my vision away from those haunting red eyes and to the floor beside the bed. I could only whimper into Saul’s lips as I saw the still naked form of Franz. His body convulsed spasmodically. His eyes were open, but they had no sign of life behind them. Sores and lesions covered him from waist to neck. Blood and pus leaked from them as I could only watch him die before me.
Thursday, February 11, 2016
Walking Shadows Book 3 Chapter 16-7
I whimpered, but as Franz reached down to caress me, the whimpers started to turn to moans. I still hurt, but somehow the pain was being washed away by the pleasure brought by these men. Behind me, Harry pushed me forward and towards Saul.
The stranger continued to make no noise as he pushed into me again and again. As Harry moved me into Saul’s grip, he hefted me up into the air. Far stronger than his thin frame would indicate, he lifted me up into his arms. A second later, he turned and dropped back to the bed. Now atop him, I felt him impale himself even deeper inside me.
I whimpered again, but the pain was negligible. I was awash in bliss as Saul reached places no man ever touched before. As he continued to ram himself up and into me, I felt something cold and liquid behind me.
Harry wasted no time working his finger against my rear. Before the Survivors’ Club, I had never thought of the area as a point of pleasure, but it was now months past the day Solomon convinced me to try. I tried to hold still as Harry worked first one than another digit inside me, but Saul’s constant motion beneath me made stillness almost impossible.
Moments later, none of that mattered to me. As Harry withdrew his fingers, I felt his manhood press against my backside. My moans grew louder as he entered me. People rooms away probably could hear me now, but I didn’t care about their reactions just as they didn’t care about my own reaction to their carnal delights.
Franz appeared in front of me again. “Too loud,” he whispered. Moments later, his own manhood was directly in front of my face. I opened my mouth and moaned as another wave of pure bliss overwhelmed me.
I was lost in my own pleasure. I didn’t even care about the delight of the men around me. All that mattered was the wave after wave of orgasm that overtook my body. Every ounce of me was overwhelmed by my own delight.
I closed my eyes and let it wash over me again and again and again.
I don’t know how long they all worked me, but it was Franz that was the first to break in his concentration. As I worked him with my mouth and throat, he groaned.
The stranger continued to make no noise as he pushed into me again and again. As Harry moved me into Saul’s grip, he hefted me up into the air. Far stronger than his thin frame would indicate, he lifted me up into his arms. A second later, he turned and dropped back to the bed. Now atop him, I felt him impale himself even deeper inside me.
I whimpered again, but the pain was negligible. I was awash in bliss as Saul reached places no man ever touched before. As he continued to ram himself up and into me, I felt something cold and liquid behind me.
Harry wasted no time working his finger against my rear. Before the Survivors’ Club, I had never thought of the area as a point of pleasure, but it was now months past the day Solomon convinced me to try. I tried to hold still as Harry worked first one than another digit inside me, but Saul’s constant motion beneath me made stillness almost impossible.
Moments later, none of that mattered to me. As Harry withdrew his fingers, I felt his manhood press against my backside. My moans grew louder as he entered me. People rooms away probably could hear me now, but I didn’t care about their reactions just as they didn’t care about my own reaction to their carnal delights.
Franz appeared in front of me again. “Too loud,” he whispered. Moments later, his own manhood was directly in front of my face. I opened my mouth and moaned as another wave of pure bliss overwhelmed me.
I was lost in my own pleasure. I didn’t even care about the delight of the men around me. All that mattered was the wave after wave of orgasm that overtook my body. Every ounce of me was overwhelmed by my own delight.
I closed my eyes and let it wash over me again and again and again.
I don’t know how long they all worked me, but it was Franz that was the first to break in his concentration. As I worked him with my mouth and throat, he groaned.
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
Walking Shadows Book 3 Chapter 16-6
Franz leaned forward and his tongue flicked at the cleft between my legs. I was already wet and I moaned as he found the tiny nub and flicked across it. Before I came to the Survivors’ Club, I certainly had my share of lovers, but few were as talented with their mouth and hands as many of the men—and women—of the club. Franz took special pride in his tongue play. I could only moan as he started to work me into a frenzy. Only Audrey had shown as much talent as he at pleasuring a woman with his mouth.
Harry pulled the sundress over my head and left me naked but for my high heels. Saul finally leaned in towards me. His expression was still passive at best, but his kiss sent an electricity through my body. Harry returned to kissing my shoulders and the back of my neck even as his hands reached forward to caress my exposed breasts. Saul’s tongue worked its way between my lips even as Franz’s tongue worked its magic. His fingers parted my nether lips.
Finally the sensations were too much. My legs shook as my orgasm overwhelmed me.
I collapsed against Harry, who continued to kiss my back. Franz smiled up from between my legs. He pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hands. With a sigh of contentment, I reached back and felt the gift between Harry’s legs. I felt the long thin shaft grow even harder in my fingers.
Saul was suddenly naked in front of me. I hadn’t seen him take his clothes off, but my eyes weren’t much use when I was awash in orgasmic bliss. I looked at his naked body and gasped at the scars across his lank frame. While he was all muscle despite his thin build, large jagged scars formed a thick X directly over his heart. They cut down in thinner stripes all the way down to his thighs.
I caught only the slightest glimpse of his manhood before he slammed it into me. I gasped in pain and shock. It was larger and longer than anything I ever took in my life, even during my many excursions into the Survivors’ Club. I tried to push him away from me, to give me time to get used to his girth. But he had no mercy as he forced himself into me again and again.
Harry pulled the sundress over my head and left me naked but for my high heels. Saul finally leaned in towards me. His expression was still passive at best, but his kiss sent an electricity through my body. Harry returned to kissing my shoulders and the back of my neck even as his hands reached forward to caress my exposed breasts. Saul’s tongue worked its way between my lips even as Franz’s tongue worked its magic. His fingers parted my nether lips.
Finally the sensations were too much. My legs shook as my orgasm overwhelmed me.
I collapsed against Harry, who continued to kiss my back. Franz smiled up from between my legs. He pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hands. With a sigh of contentment, I reached back and felt the gift between Harry’s legs. I felt the long thin shaft grow even harder in my fingers.
Saul was suddenly naked in front of me. I hadn’t seen him take his clothes off, but my eyes weren’t much use when I was awash in orgasmic bliss. I looked at his naked body and gasped at the scars across his lank frame. While he was all muscle despite his thin build, large jagged scars formed a thick X directly over his heart. They cut down in thinner stripes all the way down to his thighs.
I caught only the slightest glimpse of his manhood before he slammed it into me. I gasped in pain and shock. It was larger and longer than anything I ever took in my life, even during my many excursions into the Survivors’ Club. I tried to push him away from me, to give me time to get used to his girth. But he had no mercy as he forced himself into me again and again.
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Walking Shadows Book 3 Chapter 16-5
Saul’s face stayed strangely passive even as he delivered his compliment. I didn’t quite know what to make of the enigmatic figure. Solomon sometimes seemed aloof, his emotions reserved for his physical connections. But Saul seemed almost devoid of personality, only presenting the shade of one when he needed to, like now.
But none of it was taking the joy of having three men rally for my affections. If I had learned anything in the Survivors’ Club, it was how to take control in a situation like this. The joy of not just waiting and hoping for a man to make the effort to woo me was amazingly empowering. and all their attention gave me an idea.
“Gentlemen, I think you’ve all got lascivious ideas on your mind. Lucky for you, so do I. However, I would like to try something new.”
“Do tell,” Franz said as the other two men listened carefully.
“I have been with more than one gentleman here before, but I have never had three men show me attention at the same time. I hoped none of you would mind if you shared today. I suspect I can find a way to make it worth everyone’s while.”
“Of that I have no doubt,” Harry said with a chuckle. “I’m in. I am game for anything.”
Franz leaned in, swept me back and kissed me. Letting me back up, he simply said, “I have far more kisses than that to rain on you tonight.”
We all looked to Saul. He simply nodded and swept his hand to the left. A bedroom door was open. I took Franz and Harry by the hands as Saul led the way into the open room. I knew even without Solomon I was in for an experience like none I ever had before.
Though the bed was a bit small for the four of us, the men wasted no time. Saul slowly started to disrobe as Franz and Harry surrounded me on the bed. They started to pull on the buttons of my sun dress. Harry started to kiss the back of my neck as he opened the top buttons of the simply lightweight cloth, Franz let him continue even as he sunk down to his knees and hiked up the hem around my waist. He found I hadn’t worn undergarments. The move might be scandalous in polite society, but I learned from months in the Survivors’ Club that they served only to get in the way when desire took control.
But none of it was taking the joy of having three men rally for my affections. If I had learned anything in the Survivors’ Club, it was how to take control in a situation like this. The joy of not just waiting and hoping for a man to make the effort to woo me was amazingly empowering. and all their attention gave me an idea.
“Gentlemen, I think you’ve all got lascivious ideas on your mind. Lucky for you, so do I. However, I would like to try something new.”
“Do tell,” Franz said as the other two men listened carefully.
“I have been with more than one gentleman here before, but I have never had three men show me attention at the same time. I hoped none of you would mind if you shared today. I suspect I can find a way to make it worth everyone’s while.”
“Of that I have no doubt,” Harry said with a chuckle. “I’m in. I am game for anything.”
Franz leaned in, swept me back and kissed me. Letting me back up, he simply said, “I have far more kisses than that to rain on you tonight.”
We all looked to Saul. He simply nodded and swept his hand to the left. A bedroom door was open. I took Franz and Harry by the hands as Saul led the way into the open room. I knew even without Solomon I was in for an experience like none I ever had before.
Though the bed was a bit small for the four of us, the men wasted no time. Saul slowly started to disrobe as Franz and Harry surrounded me on the bed. They started to pull on the buttons of my sun dress. Harry started to kiss the back of my neck as he opened the top buttons of the simply lightweight cloth, Franz let him continue even as he sunk down to his knees and hiked up the hem around my waist. He found I hadn’t worn undergarments. The move might be scandalous in polite society, but I learned from months in the Survivors’ Club that they served only to get in the way when desire took control.
Thursday, February 4, 2016
Walking Shadows Book 3 Chapter 16-4
“Franz, you’re always so full of it,” I said.
“My brother just wants to speak of your charms,” Harry added. “We were beginning to think we would have to wait for dear old Audrey to finish her greetings, trapped in anticipation. Instead, we get your beauteous self, dear Meredith, and we hope a prize like none other.”
“Harry, you could charm the pants off any girl. What are you even doing in our club?”
He threw a hand on his brow. “I cannot imagine a world where I do not get to bathe in your glory at least once a month. A line of ladies might be nice, but a chick as fine as yourself is a rare thing.”
I laughed at his forwardness, but I knew Harry meant every word. Everything about him was a search for beauty and clearly I was just another beautiful thing for him to interact.
“You boys both clearly want some time alone with me, but I’m not sure if I’m willing to pick just yet. Besides, neither of you has introduced me to our new friend here.”
Franz and Harry turned to the third man. Franz smirked as he said, “I thought you would already know Saul here. After all, he’s Solomon’s brother.”
I obviously reacted with widened eyes at the mention of Solomon’s name. Saul simply nodded behind his dark glasses.
“I’m sorry if I seem a bit shocked,” I said. “I thought Solomon was an only child. He always talked as though he had no family.”
“That doesn’t surprise me,” Saul said. “Solomon always likes to keep his life a bit guarded. While our parents are long dead, he’s certainly not without family. Our dear sister is also in the world, though she’s been living off the beaten path for the last few years. Last I heard from her, she was somewhere in Montana. I didn’t even know anyone actually lived in Montana.”
I smiled and nodded. “It’s quite nice to meet you, Saul. I apologize if I have insulted you in anyway. I just didn’t know.”
“It’s quite alright, my dear girl. I was a regular at parties like this quite some time ago, but I have been traveling for the last few years. I am something of an amateur archaeologist. I just happened to return in time for my brother’s Solstice celebration. I must say I hadn’t expected to meet anyone quite as lovely as you here though.”
“My brother just wants to speak of your charms,” Harry added. “We were beginning to think we would have to wait for dear old Audrey to finish her greetings, trapped in anticipation. Instead, we get your beauteous self, dear Meredith, and we hope a prize like none other.”
“Harry, you could charm the pants off any girl. What are you even doing in our club?”
He threw a hand on his brow. “I cannot imagine a world where I do not get to bathe in your glory at least once a month. A line of ladies might be nice, but a chick as fine as yourself is a rare thing.”
I laughed at his forwardness, but I knew Harry meant every word. Everything about him was a search for beauty and clearly I was just another beautiful thing for him to interact.
“You boys both clearly want some time alone with me, but I’m not sure if I’m willing to pick just yet. Besides, neither of you has introduced me to our new friend here.”
Franz and Harry turned to the third man. Franz smirked as he said, “I thought you would already know Saul here. After all, he’s Solomon’s brother.”
I obviously reacted with widened eyes at the mention of Solomon’s name. Saul simply nodded behind his dark glasses.
“I’m sorry if I seem a bit shocked,” I said. “I thought Solomon was an only child. He always talked as though he had no family.”
“That doesn’t surprise me,” Saul said. “Solomon always likes to keep his life a bit guarded. While our parents are long dead, he’s certainly not without family. Our dear sister is also in the world, though she’s been living off the beaten path for the last few years. Last I heard from her, she was somewhere in Montana. I didn’t even know anyone actually lived in Montana.”
I smiled and nodded. “It’s quite nice to meet you, Saul. I apologize if I have insulted you in anyway. I just didn’t know.”
“It’s quite alright, my dear girl. I was a regular at parties like this quite some time ago, but I have been traveling for the last few years. I am something of an amateur archaeologist. I just happened to return in time for my brother’s Solstice celebration. I must say I hadn’t expected to meet anyone quite as lovely as you here though.”
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