A Legacy of Rage~~~ So it begins.
They moved as wolves too a kill, stalking and hating. Waiting for that one moment, that one perfect moment, when she would fall. Whimpers fell and cries echoed too masked faces, shadows danced against the moonlit trees like ghosts. Herding and keeping her moving, wearing her down. Boot’s hit the ground, branches broke beneath them. Shadows leapt over downed trees with skill. Flashlights cut through the forest like beacons as they moved in. Hoots and hollers echoing through the woods as ghostly reminders of what was hunting her.
Her body bruised and bleeding, she dropped to her knees. Blood ran a steady stream down the front of her face, attracting hungry insects, as she batted them away. Her terrified eyes gazed out into the dark, searching for them as they approached. “Why me why me?” she whimpered over and over as she pushed her exhausted body into the brush, trying to hide. She froze as footsteps crushed the thick cover of leaves and brush. The shadow of a man as he searched for her. “Come on out, angel. We know you’re here somewhere sweetheart. You can‘t hide from us forever.” She gazed up at him from under the brush, his breathe showing with every exhale from the mask. Flashlights flashed behind him, giving him a eerie glow. “I can wait a long time. But, you’re bleeding. You’ll attract every bear, wolf and mountain lion that gets a whiff of that sweet blood of your’s. Is that how you want too die? To be eaten alive? I’ll tell you what. You come out now and I’ll take you home. We’ll forget all about this.” his charm slid from his lips like venom. She knew he was lying. “It’ll be so much worse on you if the others get too you first. You know that.”
She trembled and whimpered, then froze. Hoping he hadn’t heard her. He hadn’t. He rolled his head back and cracked his neck, his hand grinding on the handle of baseball bat. “Okay. Have it your way.” he chuckled and began too walk away. “You’ll wish you had taken me up on my offer.” She watched as he disappeared into the surrounding woods. Her hand pushing her sweat soaked hair aside as she cautiously moved out from the undergrowth. Trying to breathe as her lungs began feel crushed, brush tore into already bruised torn flesh, burning and stinging, as sweat rolled into the open wounds.
He chuckled as he gazed down at her, startling her. Swinging the bat, leaning on it as more shadows approached, swinging the bat up across his shoulders, gripping it with both hands. “I told you, you were mine.” She jumped as she gazed up and behind herself too see him standing there. He jumped down as she scrambled up to her feet and stumbled, turning to face him. “I expected more from you. For you to be smarter than this. I guess I expected too much.” He swung out at her, she stumbled back as the end of the baseball bat just missed her. Then the wind it created moved passed her face, making her jump. “Move faster.” he swung at her again with a cocky chuckle. She jumped back, her chest heaving hard. “Much better. Ready? This time I bet you go down.” he made a false move, startling her again. “Jumpy are we.”
“Let me go home.” she cried out, terrified.
“Sure. Anytime you want.” Moody grinned under the mask, his long wavy dark hair flying out in the breeze. “How do you want too go?” she choked hard as he moved closer. The others stood silent as they watched them.
“I won’t tell. I promise.” she begged him, cautiously raising her hand to him. “I won’t tell.”
“No. You won’t.” he swung out with horrific force, smashing her hand. The sound of her bones breaking as she screamed and hit the ground, holding her broken arm. Her cries became riddled with pain and fear, almost screaming at times as they watched her suffer. Moody walked up and stared down at her. “Time too go home.” he growled, suddenly swinging the bat with ferrous force.
(Due to health issues and a broken knee, The new book has been ressceduled and due out this fall.)