Eleven Minutes
Flames, the color emeralds and thrust with malignant power, drove her back into the bookcase. Wood cracked and splintered. Volumes of Isaac Asimov, Carl Sagan, the collected works of Shakespeare, fell limply to the floor, shedding scorched pages like flower petals on the ground."Mom! No!" Spike cried out, wrestling against the abomination that held him back, but he was no match for its strength.
She lay limply, half propped on her side, a hand pressed against the open, smoking pages of one of the books. She was trembling badly, feeling the cold, consuming power of exhaustion and pain leeching over her.
As her blurry eyes focused on the fluttering pages trapped by her hand, she could hear his boots drawing closer, kicking aside a Koontz or a King. Stories of monsters or ghosts, or malignant aliens. That would be fitting.
Malignant aliens.
"Leave her alone!" Spike was all but roaring in his fear and anger, still fighting the thing that held him.
"Are you ready to die now?"
Incarnations: Savage
The car met up with them and as it passed. Kahl watched a red haired man
as he watched her back. Her eyes widened and her heart raced. The man
smiled and waved at her. Kahl froze in horror. Tensing up startled the horse
and he side stepped, jostling Kahl as she jerked back with a scream. It
was him! To Kahl's surprise, Tex bolted and she lost her grip on the
reins. The car never stopped. Losing all balance, she felt her weight go backwards and
instinctively turned to catch herself with her hands.
Another scream echoed across the field as she heard the crack of her arm and watched the bone jut through the skin. The woman collapsed and immediately pulled her arm to her chest.
"It was him..." she wailed with a sob. "It was him...!"
Ravyn had reached her side and heard her crying. "Shhh, girl. It wasn't him. You were seeing things again. Come on now....get up. We gotta get you to a doctor for this arm." The woman urged her neice to stand as she continued to sob her accusations.
"It was him, Ray....! It was him..!" The blond was insistant.
"Kahl, he's dead. Now hush." Ravyn guided Kahl toward the jeep. "I told you you shouldn't have stopped seeing Lorolei. She is a good doctor. A good counselor. And I think you still need her." Kahl just shook her head and fell into the passenger seat. "Stay here," Ravyn commanded. "I'm going to get you a towel to wrap that in." The woman ran into the house.
Resting her head back on the seat, Kahl clamped her eyes shut to suppress another sob. "It was him."