Seth: Soul Eaters MC by Kline Sandy

Author:Kline, Sandy [Kline, Sandy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sandy Kline
Published: 2014-10-09T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

The Dream

It’s a miserable fucking day! It’s literally raining like…not even cats and dogs but more like tigers and wolves. From out of nowhere near gale force winds are blowing great drops of water sideways and with such force each drop stings the skin and soaks to the bone. One more time I fight with my own umbrella trying to position it to block out the latest torrent from the west. Every so often I see a runaway umbrella that’s been ripped from someone’s fingers and taken flight. But it’s not the unholy weather front that’s set the black tone for the day. I’m at a funeral. Trouble is, I rack my brain and I can’t recall who is being lowered into the ground. I scan my surroundings and notice that I am at a place of honor in the proceedings. Flanking me are a sea of bikers sporting black leather cuts with the three part patch belonging to the ever powerful Soul Eaters MC. Judging from the MC royalty on display this afternoon I’m guessing that someone high up in the club has died. I look around and judging by the various patches, I find the Sergeant at Arms, Vice President, Treasurer, and after a bit more snooping I finally locate Blackie, the outlaw biker club’s President. If all the brass is here, who the hell is being lowered into the grave?

A hand takes me by the elbow; it’s Molly. There are tears streaking down her face and for the first time I am really alarmed! There’s only one person I know that could bring not only tears to my best friend’s face, but outlaw biker royalty as well. Suddenly I feel like a hot dagger has been plunged into my breast. The agony of the fiery blade causes my knees to buckle and I would have gone to the ground had it not been for Molly on my right and now Seth on my left. Together they both support me and lead me in the last direction I want to go; towards the sleek black coffin waiting to be lowered into the muddy pool of a gravesite. My feet catch and drag on the soggy turf but my escorts support me and drag me along. Draped over the upper third of the coffin is a single Soul Eaters cut. Seth relinquishes his hold on my arm and steps up to the sarcophagus. He leans over and takes the cut and turns and extends it to me. It takes me a minute to understand his gesture and when I do my brain just shuts out reality. I cannot believe that the man in that shiny black box is my little brother! With that abrupt knowledge a scream that is a long time coming finally bursts from my chest! This time when my knees fail me my escorts allow me to collapse to the ground where I bury my face in my brothers cut and scream until my throat cannot make another sound.

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