Gluttony by Lana Pecherczyk

Gluttony by Lana Pecherczyk

Author:Lana Pecherczyk
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Prism Press
Published: 2020-02-25T16:00:00+00:00


Tony pulled the Faithful by the scruff of his robe. “What are you doing here?”

But the masked man only shook his head. Panicked black eyes flashed at Tony through the simple mask slits. “It’s-oh-my-god-it’s...”

The man kept pointing behind him, to the crashing sounds behind the shrubs. Suddenly he looked down at himself. Thin dark ropes came from nowhere to slip around the white robe, gathering its folds and tightening.

Jesus. What was that?

“No!” shouted the Faithful. “Get it off me.”

“The rope? It’s moving. Is this some kind of trick?”

“It’s not rope, it’s—” The man was sucked back into the bush, leaving Tony with his hands splayed in front of him, grasping air.

“What the fuck was that?” he burst out.

Heaving breaths made him turn around. Bailey’s big eyes were like orbs, her face had a greenish hue. She gripped her gun with pale knuckles. She still stared at the spot the Faithful had vacated.

“It wasn’t rope,” she said, voice trembling. “It was a vine. A living, moving vine. I’m sure of it.”

“No. That’s not possible.” But as the words slipped out, he knew he was wrong. With the presence of the Faithful, the Syndicate weren’t far behind. Only a few short months ago Tony had come across some wild, deformed and rabid beasts in the wilderness—results of an experiment to hunt down sinners. A moving plant? He wouldn’t put it past them.

“Shit.” He pulled out his cell. Who would he call? Parker with his judgement? Griffin or Evan... Wyatt. It would have to be someone powered. Sloan... but who would be best to handle a plant?

All of them?

Damn it. He should have worn the communicator watch Sloan had created a few months ago. It was for moments like this when under civilian cover, he could just hit the alarm and send it back to base. Tony hadn’t even worn his Deadly suit recently. He was way out of the game. He just never thought this mess would come to his doorstep. Shit.

Somewhere behind the bushes, a gurgled scream punctuated the surge of grimy gluttony rolling in his gut. With a jolt, he realized the sin came from the same direction as the screams. Whatever it was, it was feeding, and from the screams, it was the Faithful who was the meal.

He’d tried to avoid the fact that he was made for this, but there was no escaping it now. He looked at the blue liquid glitter running in his veins, ready to release on his bidding. This was his purpose.

“Call for backup. Parker is on speed dial.” He lobbed his cell to Bailey, and then ducked through the bush, aiming for the direction the sick feeling in his gut churned the most. When he burst out of the shrubbery and into another clearing, he couldn’t believe his eyes. The member of the Faithful was wrapped up like a Christmas ham, vines tangled around him, slowly choking to death. But the worst thing, the most mind-boggling thing that almost made him believe he’d stepped onto a movie set, was the humanoid plant behind it all.


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