Keith Gaston and I are FINALLY finished with our first, fill-length collaboration titled, "Blood & Vengeance." As soon as it gets the stamp of approval from our test readers, it will be available for purchase on Kindle and in paperback. It's been an amazing experience working together and blending our different writing styles so seamlessly that I don't think that our own readership with be able to tell who wrote what. In the meantime, here's a sample.
18
SPIDERS & FLIES
The blood-red beams of
the failing, evening, sunlight found their way into the room, even through the fabric
of the deep pink of the Pretty Princess cartoon curtains that Will had
drawn shut to protect him from unwanted, prying eyes. Aside from yellow police
tape, the man bleeding profusely and tied down to her bed, the room was exactly
how Will’s little sister had left it.
The dolls were still on
the dresser and the cartoon posters still decorated the walls. He shuddered to
think of what those walls had witnessed the night she had been butchered and he
hoped that he had given them something equally as terrible to see that day. He
sighed wearily as he sat down in a giant, yellow, bean bag chair.
His face was slick with
a mixture of sweat and blood that was not his own. In his left hand he held his
murdered sister’s favorite, oversized, fuzzy teddy bear, its light-brown fur
still matted with her dried blood. In his right hand, he held an icepick, wet
with Jeffrey Rogers’ blood. It had taken him all day and well into the
afternoon to get the blue-eyed stranger to tell him his name. Poking so many
holes in the man’s left leg that it looked like Swiss cheese had loosened his
tongue. After that first breakthrough, the information had flowed a little more
fluidly.
At first, even after
being walked into the house at gunpoint, tied up in just his underwear, beaten
and tortured, the man had refused to break. Even after losing an eye he refused
to talk. It was a few hours later that he lost a testicle and began to tell
Will everything he wanted to know. It had been a long day. Nearly satisfied,
Will wiped his face with the stuffed bear as if it was a towel and stood up.
Jeffrey Rogers wept
with the one good eye he had left when he saw Will drop the icepick on the
floor, believing that his torment was coming to an end. In great pain and
ashamed, he had no more information to share.
“Well, you can’t say
that I didn’t warn you not to choose the hard way, even though I’m glad that
you did,” Will told him coldly, monotone and emotionless. “Now, it’s time to
set you free.”
With his left hand,
Will pressed the Teddy bear violently against Jeffrey Rogers’ face and with his
right, he pressed his gun against it. The stuffing from the bear flew
everywhere and muffled the sound of the gun firing, over and over again until
the clip was empty.
Copyright © 2014 Keith Gaston & Keith Kareem Williams
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