Addicted to the Abyss Vampire Serial Story: Part 9 Captured -Excerpt
Woke up to smell of burning flesh and smoke.
Sun was up.
They kept coming, wave after wave. Stopped when sun came up. Left leg torn, hanging by ligaments at the knee. Couldn’t breathe. Could barely move.
Skin burning up in the sun, turning to ash, like cigarette paper.
The broodlings hissed, in the tunnel entrance, just out of the touch of the sun’s rays. They didn’t want to leave their prey, but the sun drove them back.
I was going to die if I didn’t get out of it.
I dug deep into the snow, desperate to cover up my blistering body.
Something zipped through the air, stung my neck. Growling I turned, could feel skin on my face catching fire. Didn’t care. Mal was gone. He was gone. I was nothing without him.
Nothing, but a monster.
In the blaring morning sunlight, a group of men were running my way, black silhouettes, guns, Kevlar body armor. Boots crunching the snow. About to crunch my skull to bits.
I knew them. They took me before. No way I’d let them take me again.
I ran towards the woods, ran through the daylight, struggling to stay on my feet, limping along on my one good leg, my body blistering, catching fire, smoke filling the air around me. A human candle. That’s what I was now. A candle and nothing more. It hurt, more than anything I have ever felt before. Like my soul was being destroyed.
Once the sun was done eating me up, there’d be nothing left but ash, not even my bones would remain.
Halfway to the treeline, someone fired a gun, and a bullet zipped into my right thigh. There was a beeping sound, and then, it exploded. My leg flew off and I fell face first into the snow. I screamed, gritted my teeth and crawled towards the trees. If I could just get into the shade, I could hide.
Another bullet slammed into my back, beeped again, and exploded. I could smell my flesh and tar blood. It reeked. I threw up and tried to crawl more. Pulled my body forward with my right arm, and what little remained of my legs. My left arm was missing, just a stump in the shoulder. They blew it off.
Still, had to get away. Had to survive. Had to get Mallory. Had to save him. Had to last long enough to get him free. After that. I could die. I just needed to get him safe. Just had to survive that long.
Footsteps. Human footsteps approach, cautious. One got close and I swiped my remaining hand at him. He stomped down hard on my back, grabbed my remaining arm, and pulled it hard until it dislocated from the shoulder. Another knelt beside me, took out a sharp hunting knife and cut through the shoulder joint, the one holding it twisted my arm counter-clockwise as he sawed vigorously. My arm came off with a sickening schlupping sound.
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