Erika 2 by Horace C. White

Author:Horace C. White [White, Horace C.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery, Thrillers & Suspense, Political, Spies & Politics, Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers, Suspense, 30 Minutes (12-21 Pages), Literature & Fiction, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense
Amazon: B00IWYNVK2
Publisher: Harmani Associates International, LLC
Published: 2014-03-09T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6: The Okubo Club

The door burst open to a cacophony of bullets as a shadowed figure blew apart the room with two Walther PPS . 40 Smith & Wesson guns. The floor was littered with bodies either dead or unconscious. Mostly bulky men, but a single woman lay among the pile, blood spurting from her femoral artery. There was another standing between the mysterious gunner and a broken window, the guns startling her towards the door.

"He is wounded--!" screamed Tamika Barry, the last words she would ever speak. She took two bullets to the sternum and dropped to her knees, glaring at the holes that now grew crimson and dripped onto her white Coach purse, disbelief the last imprint on her face as she stared at the barrel of the gun, smoking in a hand hidden by a black leather glove.

Grunts and moans escaped from several of the bodies on the floor, and the shadowy figure went around to each and placed a bullet in their heads. Soon there was no more movement except for the pool of blood slowly growing larger around the once black and polished boots of the only living person left in the room.

The dark figure walked over to the twitching corpse of Tamika Barry and ripped her now blood-soaked dress from the hemline to the neck, running his hands over her naked skin and feeling the bullet holes between her now still breasts. It brought pleasure watching the gloved hand smear blood across her pale skin as it reached for her arm. A snake-like tattoo on the arm drew the attention of the shadowy figure, who grabbed a knife from a hidden sheath tied around the ankle.

The snake's tongue protruded from its mouth. It gave the shadowy figure a sick sense of pleasure and a slight twinge fear at the same time. Moving her arm this way and that, the still warm flesh gave the illusion that the snake was slithering upon her skin, while a devilish grin moved across the lips of the shadowy figure.

If you were unlucky enough to walk into the room at that moment, you would have heard the streaked, ripping sound of flesh peeling off bone, the nauseating chalkboard-like scratching, producing a musical note. The shadowy figure worked those efficient hands back and forth around the bone, peeling any connection to the flesh away. Once the skin was severed, the shadowy figure set to work on the bone until it was scored to the middle. With one powerful downward kick the bones snapped clean through, leaving the severed arm dangling at the side. Then the shadowy figure than got to work on the other tattooed arm.

Halfway through, the shadowy figure heard something move.

A hidden face snapped around towards the noise. The other woman who seemed dead a moment ago feebly scraped at the floor, her hand drawing trails in the pool of blood. The shadowy figure scanned her face with a portable face authentication reader and it identified her

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