Dark World 01 - Skin Deep by T. G. Ayer

Author:T. G. Ayer [Ayer, T. G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 1484836707
Publisher: T.G. Ayer Books
Published: 2013-04-28T07:00:00+00:00

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Chapter 25

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It was late in the evening and I was deep in thought, running the happenings of the last few days over in my mind, hoping some clue would pop straight into my head.

The high quiver of hysterical screams filled the street outside my window. The tenement across the street was filled with people, some squatters but most legally occupying the apartments. There were times when life or sanity proved difficult to control and people killed each other in those apartments. It had taken me a while to understand this part of Humanity.

The sick, messed up side, when anger lifted the hand of a father to beat to death his precious child.

When a lover spilled the blood of his soul-mate in a drunken rage. That never happened in walker communities. Skin-Walkers place high value on the lives of their children, the reason why my brother fought me tooth and nail when I decided to leave the colony.

But worse, to me, were those Humans who hurt for the sake of it, for the pure enjoyment of the act, for the sensuality of being the one in control of life. I rebelled against our way of living because we were forced into a hidden existence, but being among Humans had opened my eyes to the beauty of our society.

It wasn't unusual for people to scream and yell in my neighborhood. But the screams I heard now stabbed my stomach and pierced my skin. Although premonitions and psychic perception skills were not unheard of among Skin-Walkers, it wasn't common, and certainly didn't run in my family line. Yet I felt chilled, as if my own spirit had walked across my chest.

I didn't waste time peeking out the window overlooking the street. Didn't bother to shut the window behind me as I flew down the fire-escape on winged feet. I skidded into the street, to find a crowd of people milling around. Seemed the scream had affected a number of residents. A woman in a faded nightgown all ruffles and frills, a man in his boxers, a pistol in his hand and his generous beer belly sagging low. No time to be grossed out.

I elbowed my way through the throng which got tighter the closer I came to the hysterical woman. They were people as concerned as I was. Concerned or plain curious. The tone of those screams held more than fear, it was the note of unadulterated horror which sent shivers through my soul, and made my Panther snarl to come out and fight.

On the street I pushed my way toward the source of the wails, afraid of what I would see. My first thought was 'Please not another skinned Walker."

Anjelo and Logan and everyone who was working on this case was on tenterhooks. I wasn't surprised this was my first thought.

I paused, sniffed and smelled blood. Memories swirled in my mind - of muscles bare and bloody.

Mental shake, I got hold of my thoughts and focused on the scent. It was tainted with other smells lingering on the air.

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