Chapter Two
Slayer
Sharp nails pierce my skin from the strong hand gripping my neck. I frantically reach out to grab a hold of the muscular purple beast’s arm and try to free myself from his grasp. But a zap of lightning emits from his arm causing mine, which are to my surprise red, to fly through the air and land at my sides. My feet dangle beneath me as he lifts me up. I’m unsure of how much air my lungs have left when I peer into this being's eyes.
Hatred.
Pure hatred is all that is reflected back at me. For me.
This thing closes the few inches of distance between our faces, and smoke tickles my nostrils. It drifts up from its snout, and he snarls at me. A mixture of drool and mucus dangles and threatens to drip from his chin. “That fucking dog is mine, and your power is an added bonus.”
A long yellow pointy tongue slides up my cheek, and leaves a rancid wet streak in its wake. I swallow the bile creeping up my throat and jerk my face to the side to get away. But his hold on me doesn't waver.
A rough, evil whisper spews from him like venom. Like something he’s always wanted to say, but he’s held it in long enough. “It takes me one step closer to my goal of being the most powerful, and you won’t be able to help stop me. You’ll be reborn into a pathetic human with no powers whatsoever.”
What the hell is he talking about?
I am human. And I definitely don’t know of this dog he speaks of.
Pain like I’ve never felt before shoots up from my chest, and the sound of a laugh echoes in my ears.
Suddenly, he lets go, and I fall heavy to the floor with a thunderous boom. My lungs gasp trying to pull in a breath, and a warm liquid fills my mouth and spurts when I cough.
He glares down at me,wipes off a long silver knife, and chuckles. “Getting stabbed in the heart is better than getting stabbed in the back. Don’t ya think?”
“No. No. No.” I scream and without thinking sit straight up. Adrenaline pumps through my veins, and I reach for my side, bracing myself to expect the worst. My hands brush against something soft, and I throw it off of me. The color of a white sheet catches my foggy, unfocused eyes, and my lungs take a long, deep breath. I peruse my surroundings. I’m safe, in bed, and in my massive room.
It was just a dream.
No. A nightmare. I have been plagued with them for years, and I’m unsure of why I have them in the first place. I’ve never seen this purple thing in my life. But it haunts me nonetheless.
I am hosting a Kickstarter campaign for the story this excerpt is from and offering a whole bunch of goodies to go along with my baby for you to display on your bookshelf. In order to get my story into a physical copy so everyone call smell the pages, there are some expenses to go along with publishing.
First the funds will be used on editing and printing the book. Next would be resin, mica and moulds for the decor and earrings. The stickers and bookmarks need certain things to create. Some money will be used to make Beta/ARC boxes who have waited almost two years for this because I started everything way too early. I didn't foresee having to take the mental health days I needed to clear my head.
Also, I like to hit the highest goal and be able to commission a NSFW art of future Amaris and Slayer for everyone.
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You're amazing.
MA
Margret Ann
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