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12
May
11

Free Read: Stop me before I kill again

By Kensana Darnell

“We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell” ~Oscar ~Oscar Wilde~

 

Her horrified eyes stare back at me from beneath the murky waters.

With my hands tightly around her throat, she struggles. I hear her screams, intermitted between the gurgling water rushing past her lips.

I feel the blast of excitement electrifying my brain and fraying my emotions, igniting the sexually tormented demon inside me.

He likes this—no loves it. He is the part of me, the half that frightens my soul. He, is the part of me, I cannot stop—no matter how hard I try.

I look into my victim’s horror-stricken expression, I feel for her. I slightly release my grip, allowing her water filled lungs to seek refuge in the night air floating above.

clip_image002“Please–” she gasped.

I didn’t respond. I only stared back at her, waiting for him to respond.

She rises to her feet, taking to the woods in a panicked disoriented run.

Again, I waited for the orders from within.

Get her!

Like a dog following the commands of its master, I leapt to my feet in pursuit of the woman. She wouldn’t get far, he’d made me take her shoes and clothing away. That’s how he liked to keep them.

She’s screaming.

Don’t let her get away!

I picked up speed to close the gap between the woman and myself. Mad laughter exploding inside my head, as I reached for her hair, forcing her to the ground. Crawling closer, I straddled her torso, pinning her naked body to the ground.

“Please, let me go. I won’t tell anyone.”

Her whimpering pleas, drilling deeply into my skull.

Kill her!

“Shut up. I won’t do it!”

Do it! Do it now!

I have to shut him up. I want…no I need him to stop talking.

I pull the blade from my jacket, its long blade shimmering in the moonlight, casting a reflection of light across the girl’s face.

Taking the knife in both hands, I hold it over my head. She’s screaming again.

Now!

The blade plunges into her chest, and blood spatters across my face as I turn the blade to open the wound.

Bloody sputum, dribbles down her cheek.clip_image004

Silence. The voice is quiet. The demon has been satiated once more. How long until he speaks to me again? When will he demand another life to fulfill his pleasure?

Sirens.

I hear them speeding closer. Her screams. Someone must have heard.

Run.

I hear the voice trying to save me—try to save himself.

Run.

Should I flee? I can see the glimmer of red and blue lights now.

Run!

I pull the knife from her chest, and get to my feet. I know these woods like the back of my hands, getting to my car isn’t a problem. I break the wood line running at top speed. Safe behind the wheel, I watch the beams of light from the officer’s flashlights streak through the trees.

I put the car into reverse, making sure to leave the headlights off. I pull onto the road, switching them on only after I’m sure my freedom is safely is within reach. Looking down at the brightly lit fuel gage, I realize the car needs gas. I roll into an old mom and pop service station and begin to fill the tank as a royal blue beetle glides in at the pump opposite mine.

A young brunette climbs out of the car. She glances in my direction and smiles. “Hi.”

“Hello.” I reply. I watch her in the reflection of my car window. The way she brushes away the hair from the nape of her neck, every time the breeze blows. The curve of her long shapely legs, the crest of her breast, rising and falling beneath the cropped top she wore, called to it. My palms sweaty, heart is pounding, and then I hear him.

I want her.

“No.” I whisper.

Take her for me.

My head is pounding. I quickly climb back into the car.

I want her!

I don’t know how much longer I can resist him. I stare out of the car, my view falls on the girl once more. I can’t breathe.

“Oh God,” I pray, “please stop me, before I kill again.”

25
Feb
09

WIP Wednesday

Today at our yahoo group is WIP Wednesday. Jambrea thought it might be a good idea to post something here that she is working on. Of course it isn’t something she is supposed to be working on. *giggle* Magnus wouldn’t stop talking and as you’ll see in the excerpt I’m going to post he likes to use the F word and I’m not talking about food. *giggle* We hope you like Mag. He is very yummy and his bark is MUCH worse then his bite. We like it when he bites. *giggle*

Untitled, Unedited WIP:

“Get the fuck outta my face, right now you maggot, before I skin you alive and wear your ass as a hat. What the fuck do you think you’re doin’” Sergeant Joe “Magnus” Rivers yelled at the recruit.

“Simmer down Sergeant.” His gunny tried to calm him.

“Fuck that shit. She got Benny shot! This is why women shouldn’t be on the front fuckin’ line. Fuck!” Magnus ran a hand over his face. “No fuckin’ way is this going to work.” He turned to walk back to the barracks.

“Sarge, Benny wasn’t really shot.” His Gunny Sergeant rushed to keep up.

“I know that Gunny. It’s the principle of the matter.”

“Oh, he knows another word besides fuck.” The words were almost too faint to be heard, but they reached the Sergeants ears.

Magnus whipped around and rushed back into the recruits face. In a quite whisper he addressed the woman.

“What did you just say?”

She stared straight ahead, and didn’t look him in the eye.

The only smart thing this bitch has done so far. I don’t know what the General was thinking. Take a deep breath man. Calm down. No one was really hurt and you know she isn’t really a bitch.

Reasoning with himself sucked, but lucky for the recruit he was able to leash his anger.

“Not so tough now that you have to face me, huh Patterson? Drop and give me twenty.”

She didn’t hesitate but dropped to the ground and started counting out her pushups. Magnus would expect no less and all his recruits new it. He turned back to his gunny and gestured for the man to follow him to his offices.

“Roberts, I don’t think I can keep this up. What was the General thinking? This woman doesn’t belong here. She’s some rich girl on holiday. How are we supposed to make her into a solider?” Magnus sighed.

Gunny Roberts looked back at the woman doing pushups.

“I don’t know sir; it looks like you’re doing a good job to me.”

Magnus looked back and waved his hand, “Physical exercise does not a solider make. You saw her at the range.”

“Mag, it’s only been a few weeks. Give her a break.”

“I can’t. I wouldn’t let the guys get away with that shit. No fucking way am I giving the wanna be warrior a break. She’ll do it my way or her ass is back to daddies faster than I can say give me twenty. We’re supposed to take her on a mission, a fucking mission. She’s going to get someone killed.”

“We have a month to ge—”

Mag glared at the gunny and he shut up. With out another word he entered the building trying to forget the woman doing pushups in the yard.

Trouble with a capital T is what that one is.

17
Dec
08

You Rang? Part Ten

https://playgroundmystique.wordpress.com/2008/11/12/you-rang-part-seven/

https://playgroundmystique.wordpress.com/2008/09/30/you-rang/

https://playgroundmystique.wordpress.com/2008/10/07/you-rang-2/

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https://playgroundmystique.wordpress.com/2008/10/21/you-rang-part-four/

https://playgroundmystique.wordpress.com/2008/10/28/you-rang-part-5/

https://playgroundmystique.wordpress.com/2008/11/05/you-rang-part-six/

 https://playgroundmystique.wordpress.com/2008/11/26/you-rang-part-eight/

https://playgroundmystique.wordpress.com/2008/12/03/you-rang-part-nine/

           “You look gorgeous.” 

He loved the wonderful shade of red she turned when he gave her a compliment.  She grinned at him and looked down to the floor.  He stepped closer to her so he could lift her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.  He was taken aback by her beautiful brown eyes and the way they would light up when she focused on him.  He could drown in her gaze.  And then she smiled and he knew he was a goner.  He leaned closer, needing a taste.  She opened up to him with a moan and he took advantage taking their kiss deeper and cupping the back of her head.  He guided her to the bed until he heard someone behind him clearing their throat.

“I’m still here guys and aren’t you supposed to be at the wedding reception soon?”

Jas’ roommate pulled him from the haze that was Jasmine.  He took a step back and smiled down at her, hoping the night went fast.  His need grew stronger the more he was in her presence.  If someone had told him months ago that he’d be here with a beautiful woman that he’d met over the phone, he would have called them crazy.

“She’s right, we should be leaving.”  Jas managed to say.

James took her hand while she said good bye to her friend and led them to the door.

“You really do look great.”

“Thank you.  You look so handsome in your uniform.  I never realized how much I loved the marine dress uniform.  I can’t keep my eyes off of you.”

“Darlin’, I feel the same way about you.  If I didn’t have to show up at my dad’s reception, I would be all over you.”

Jas laughed.  He loved to hear her laugh almost as much as he enjoyed her smile.  How did I get so lucky?

They reached the car he was using and James rushed to the passenger side to open the door for her.

“Thank you.”

James leaned down to give her a small kiss before shutting the door and getting into the car.

Ten minutes later they were at the reception hall and Jas turned to open her door when he stopped her.

“Wait.” He pulled her toward him.  “I can’t keep my hands off you.”  And then he kissed her.  He stopped when he heard a voice outside the car.

“Hey, you two come in?  Dad’s been wondering where you are.”

James sighed and pulled away. 

“I guess we’d better head in, but after this, you’re mine.”

He got out of the vehicle and went to open her door, helping Jas out of the car and into his dad’s wedding reception.

“I’m so glad I met you.  You make me very happy.”

James didn’t give Jas time to answer as they entered the building and he started introducing her to his family.  I can’t wait until this is over, He thought with a sigh.

12
Dec
08

The Makings of Gideon: Mommy’s Little Helper

The next few years of Gideon’s’ life went on without any further interference from Olympus. Ares and Michael were there when Syria needed them just as they had promised. Gideon had grown into the spitting images of his fathers. From the raven black hair that curled around the back of his little ears to the deep blue eyes covered by long black eyelashes that brushed his cheeks when he blinked. There was nothing immortal about him. That is, until he began his third year of life.

Syria was busy cleaning the house with Gideon’s small helpful hands more o the hindrance than help, but she permitted him to help anyway. The family room was in dire need of a good sweeping so she grabbed the broom and went to work, trying not to wake her father who slept on the bed in the same room. It wasn’t long before she heard the gleeful sound of her son’s voice.

“Look mommy, I help.”

“Yes. Gideon help mom—”She turned to see her baby boy with her father’s bed held high above his head, with his grand-father still in it asleep. “Gideon!” She gasped, quickly covering her mouth. She didn’t want to startle him and make him drop the bed. “Gideon, sweetheart put papa bed on floor. You don’t want to wake him from his nap.”

121208-1634-themakingso1.jpg “Mommy, I help.” A frown covered his chubby face.

“Yes baby I know, but Mommy has already cleaned there.” She hoped the little lie would get him to put the bed down without injuring her father.

“Ok Mommy, I put Papa down.” He lowered the bed back to the floor, rand over and gave Syria a big hug. She looked back at the bed her father still asleep.

Thank the Gods he’s a heavy sleeper.

She called to his fathers and they arrive in the blink of an eye. Michael had come alone but Ares appeared with a very stunningly beautiful woman on his arm. As flawless as she was she had to be a Goddess. Syria didn’t appreciate the intrusion of this stranger or the total lack of regard Ares showed in bringing her. Before she could confront him about, he spoke.

“Forgive me Syria, but we were on our way to Las Vegas when I heard your call. We came as quickly as we could.”

“Yes, please forgive my intrusion, I mean no disrespect. My name is Brighid, I am the Goddess of Healers and Poets, among other things. It is an honor to meet you.” The beauty said.

Syria calmed herself, under the circumstances she had no reason to be upset with Brighid or Ares. She and the God of War had no ties other than the soon they had created together.

“Pleased to meet you Brighid.”

Gideon came running when he saw both of his fathers arrive. He ran to Michael who plucked him up from the ground, swung him up to the heavens, and caught him in a loving hug.

“How are you my angel?”

Gideon was occupied with the beautiful lady with Ares. “Pretty lady, daddy.”

“Yes she is very pretty.” Michael agreed placing the fidgety tot back to the ground.

Gideon walked over to Brighid, tugged on the flowing tresses of her gown. The goddess kneeled down. “You are a cute one aren’t you?”

Gideon’s chubby hand caressed her cheek. “Pretty.”

“And a lot like your father I see.” She laughed.

Ares called to his son. “Come little one.” He scooped Gideon up into his muscular arms. “Have you been giving your mother a trouble?”

“Yes Syria, what has given you caused to call upon us?” Michael asked.

Syria recapped the story for the two men. They both looked back at the innocent youth, trying to figure out a way to explain to a three-year-old toddler the strength he possessed. Most of all they had to make him understand how easily it would be to hurt someone if he wasn’t careful.

They left the two women and took their son aside to begin the first lesson of many to come in how to control his powers.

10
Dec
08

Interrupting Your Regularly Scheduled Program…Again

Heather:  Aren’t you supposed to be doing something right now?

 

Jambrea:  I don’t think so, why?

 

Heather:  Do you know what tomorrow is?

 

Jambrea:  Um…yeah.  Wednesday.

 

Heather:  And what usually happens on Wednesday?

 

Jambrea:  Well…ummm…*light bulb goes off* OH!  My blog story!

 

Heather:  Well is it done?

 

Jambrea:  Mmmm…well…ummm…

 

Heather:  I take that is a no!  *shakes head* what have you been doing all this time.

 

Jambrea:  I had great plans to have it done already, really I did, but…but…*sigh* I threw my schedule out the window.  This promotion stuff is hard, but fun!  I wrote 2 blogs last night and I finished another one today, plus I sent some info for another blog and someone just asked me to go on their blog too!  It is CRAZY!  I wanted to write my blog story tonight, but today is release day and we are having a chat so I know there is no way it will be done in time.  I’m sorry Heather.

 

Heather:   Well at least you gave the blog readers something hot last week.  You know you’ll have to make it up to them next week, right?

 

Jambrea:  I know.  And I will!  I’m almost finished with You Rang?  So I’ll need to think of something else to write.  Do you have any ideas?

 

Heather:    I don’t know about that.  I do know that you need to get back to Molli and Decklin.  Not to mention Becca and Samson.  You know Sunie will wait.  She is very patient, but she has been talking to me lately.  Something about she hopes speed dating gets better. 

 

Jambrea:  You’re making my head hurt just saying their names.  Now they are all talking at once.  How am I going to get anything done?

 

Heather:  I’m sure you’ll think of something.  Now get back to work!

 

Jambrea:  Yes ma’am!

 

Heather:  *giggle*




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