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Monday, October 6, 2014

Blood & Vengeance- Chapter 18 "Spiders & Flies"

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.

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