The Death Panel: Murder, Mayhem, and Madness by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Comet Press
Published: 2010-01-25T00:00:00+00:00

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Cerrone came to maybe ten or twenty minutes later, upside down in the Vic. He was broken and bleeding, a knob of bone thrust from his left leg. The seatbelt had held him, but his right arm was shattered and numb. His jaw was broken and his mouth was full of blood.

The car rocked.

Then rocked again.

Something took hold of the banged-in driver’s side door and ripped it free in a screech of metal. The dome light came on. Cerrone saw the creature standing there, breathing hard. It had taken a round of buckshot that had ripped its suit open so that you could now see its body. Although its wings were black, its skin seemed to be a mottled gray, completely hairless, and drawn so tight over the cage of its ribs that each time it drew one of those low, guttural breaths, the bones beneath stood out like iron rungs.

It had lost its hat.

Its chest was smeared with something brown and sticky that looked like tobacco juice or the blood of a spider. It reached in and yanked Cerrone free. The pain was so intense that Cerrone blacked out. Didn’t come to until the wind was blasting him, cold and dark and forever. By moonlight, he could see the tops of trees flying by below, the frosted roofs of farmhouses as the creature flew with him, dipping and soaring and careening like it didn’t have much control.

It went on for some time.

Cerrone kept swimming in and out of consciousness, knowing his guts were all busted up and he was bleeding internally. It felt like there was something hot and wet leaking out of his asshole.

And then they swooped down through the streets, cutting down alleys and then they disappeared into blackness and Cerrone could smell the sewers. Dankness. Musty channels of night.

When he opened his eyes, there was flickering candlelight.

He could hear water dripping, see with his good eye weird, phantasmal shadows jumping on the sweating brick walls. He didn’t know where this place was, could remember something about a tunnel, an awful stink, then, then …

Then this place. A vault maybe.

The creature was there, as was its mate … if its pendulous breasts could be any indication. They were gnashing their long yellow teeth and glaring at him with those bulbous red eyes. They were making a squeaking, chittering sound that made him want to scream.

But they were just watching him, a noisome stench billowing off them that was rancid and dirty like they’d been chewing on dead things and sleeping in moldering graves.

Cerrone kept going in and out of consciousness.

He realized they had him in a box … a coffin … his fingers could feel the dirt beneath him, the things crawling in it.

“We have prepared a place for you, Mr. Cerrone,” the male said, the female squealing in reply.

Then the lid came down and Cerrone could hear nails being driven into wood and the blackness was eternal, cloisterous, and smothering. He could hear their claws on

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