Death Arrives (The Soul Hunters Book 2) by Miranda Hardy & Jay Noel & Dark Projects

Author:Miranda Hardy & Jay Noel & Dark Projects [Hardy, MIranda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Quixotic Publishing
Published: 2019-10-30T16:00:00+00:00

5

Marcus

TONY’S SHACK REMINDS me of a tin sardine can. A blue tarp covers his roof because he’s too lazy to fix the leaks. He once mentioned getting disability checks to help pay for stuff, but I never figured out what exactly his disability was. He had said that the dealing supplemented his income, but as far as I knew, he used his profits for his own drug use. He’s a bad dealer. A good dealer wouldn’t be hooked on half the shiitake he’s on.

He sits in front of the TV watching some crime show. Now that is funny. Do all criminals watch crime shows? Maybe he’s trying to learn all the tricks to stay one-step ahead of the cops.

Creeping toward his dirty window, I see him munching on a bag of chips. Uneasiness hits him like a bolt of lightning as soon as I get close. He looks over his shoulder and then toward the door. He can’t see me through the window, but I see him. Tony might be aware of a creepy feeling coming over him, but he won’t be able to stop what’s coming to him.

That’s right, you jerk. Someone bad is staring at you, loser. Got that sinking feeling? Yup. That’s me.

So, I’m judging him a bit harshly, considering I’m a soul-sucking demon from hell now.

Tony’s emotions are whacked, and his anxiety creeps through his body like the drugs he had just taken recently. Even Mollys won’t make him happy about me, no mistaking that.

I walk to the front door, sunglasses in place hiding my huge black eyes, and knock three times…slowly. That even sounded creepy to me, but I’m actually the freaky monster lurking in the shadows.

He gets up and the pure fear replaces the dread that he’d felt a second ago. As much as I hate to admit this, I enjoy that feeling of him being scared. He reaches for his gun, but curses that his hands are shaking.

The fact that he’s got a pistol makes me hesitate, but I have to remind myself of the new powers I have. His gun will be useless against me.

“Wwho is it?” Tony asks, not getting too close to the front door.

“Tony, open the damn door. It’s me…Marcus.”

“Sorry, closed for the night,” he says. He’s wondering if I’m actually a ghost coming to haunt him for selling to my brother.

Tony had assumed I was dead, too…killed by the devil-worshipping cult. He’s high from the Molly he put on his tongue, and he’s not thinking straight. Hell, he never thought straight to begin with.

Screw this. I kick the door open, snapping the doorframe in the process and putting a huge crack where my foot had struck the wood. I barge into his stinky shack and come face to face with the idiot.

I slam what’s left of his door behind me, sending a loud boom that shakes the entire house. Pieces of the ceiling popcorn rain down, which makes me think of snow. I always wondered what snow looked like.

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