CUT HERE (The Cut Series Book 1) by Azzurra Nox

Author:Azzurra Nox [Nox, Azzurra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Azzurra Nox
Published: 2015-02-13T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

The room was semi-dark safe for a lamp. The digital clock was flashing 3:45a.m., and yet Jon couldn’t find sleep. Morpheus was keeping away from him, and so he looked at photos in order to coax the sleepiness. He was staying occupied so that he wouldn’t be tempted to burn himself. Perhaps he could call Sydney, but at this hour it seemed out of the question. It was a school night and he didn’t want to wake her up when class was only four hours away. He skimmed through photographs he had taken of Sydney for the Artist’s Gallery at school. A lot of them featured her unblemished profile. Only one photo had Sydney posing without her usual veil, and was taken from an angle that showed her whole face, even the portion with the birthmark visible. On the back of the photo he had scribbled, “Beauty.” Putting the photos back on the bedside table, a book resting nearby caught his eye. Cut Here.

He had read the book a couple of years ago when it was first published, because it had been so popular. Now, with the film adaptation out in theatres, the book’s popularity had increased by tenfold. The reason for digging it out though, had been the fact that the novel had been present in the deaths of Blake and Jake. He kept telling himself that he would reread the book, see if it gave him an insight into why his classmates had died, but he had been so busy lately that he had entirely forgotten about it. Tonight he had time to kill and was soon leafing through its pages, skipping a few. He idly read, feeling his eyelids begin to droop when a paragraph caught his eye, suddenly sitting up in attention.

She stood before him in might and fury. This insignificant man would succumb to her doing. Eyes wild and black as night. Her hair hung down in an ebony waterfall of regal beauty that instilled awe and terror. The man had nowhere to run. Tremble, tremble, little soul, she thought. Tremble as you may please.

The man shook in fright. She lifted her arms up. An evil smile danced upon her stone white face. Her skin glowed in the dark from the sheer paleness like a Kabuki performer. This man was nothing but a fly. She would crush him like a gnat beneath her feet.

“Adriel, please,” he pleaded.

“Don’t speak. You know you want this.”

On his knees, she towered over him like an edifice. She was strong. He was weak. He should know this. There was no use for him to plea. The river flowed behind him. Cars above them honked. She pulled his arms forward. Wrists in view, blue veins almost crystalline under the full moon. A flash of blades and then the blood came forth. Red. Red. Red. A masquerade of red. The man toppled over in agony, she could read it in his expression. But soon it turned into a silent bliss. This was what he wanted.

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