Happy Friday folks! I'm really excited about how much everyone loves "Blood & Vengeance." It was my first time co-authoring a full-length novel outside of the ton of short stories I've written for various anthologies and what we created is amazing. So far, readers have been begging for us to try to get it made into a film. Here's a sample for those who haven't read the book yet. Enjoy.
34
BRAINS,
BLOOD & BULLETS
Sassy cowered in the corner of the dark, damp room that had become her
prison, as far away from the heavy, metal, sliding door as she could get
because of the echoing sounds of gunfire she heard banging throughout the
building. The startled cries and agonizing screams of dying men mixed in was
enough to make her blood run ice cold in her veins although she couldn’t
honestly say that she was sad that death seemed to be mercilessly cutting down
her captors. Half-naked in the dark, she shivered and wondered how much longer
she had to live. Being shot to death wasn’t the end she would have wished for
but it was a welcomed alternative to living another day with the threat of rape
and torture lingering over her like an evil cloud.
As Will took aim from his vantage point on a rooftop across the street
from the building where Sassy was being held, a weird, random moment from his
past jumped into his thoughts. He recalled watching a daytime talk-show with
his mother where the hostess was giving away brand new cars as gifts to her
entire, live, studio audience. He remembered how he and his mom kept laughing
in disbelief as the talk-show hostess kept saying, “You get a car…and you
get a car,” ecstatically, over and over as she pointed to each one of her
equally-excited fans.
“You get a head shot…and you get a head shot,” he muttered over and
over again as he let the bullets bang from his gun while shattering skull after
skull.
From his position on the rooftop, he had taken out the first six
quietly because of the silencer on his sniper rifle. It caused somewhat of a
panic amongst them as they watched in horror as their comrades fell without
warning. The ruthless attack from Will’s assault rifle silently sent bullets
through skulls and sent sprays of blood and brains everywhere like crimson
rain.
After that, he had hurried to the ground level of the building he had
been hiding in and crossed the street to the main entrance of the warehouse. A few well-placed blasts from his high-powered
shotgun blew the front door off of its hinges. He was sure that by then, the
survivors must have called for back-up so there was no more need for subtlety
or stealth. Search and destroy became the name of the game as he scattered guts
and blew limbs clean off every time he pulled the trigger. He would find Sassy
and set her free or die in the attempt.
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