Spectre of Intention by Tonya Macalino

Author:Tonya Macalino
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Crystal Mosaic Books
Published: 2018-04-17T16:00:00+00:00

I’ve got the gun again. It’s like poison in my hand. My fingers, my palm grow itchy, achy. I look down and see my skin turning black. That girl, Mak’s girl sits in front of me, her blood pooling around her, soaking her clothes. She fades slowly, like some macabre Cheshire Cat, until all that is visible are those terrified eyes, that creeping pool of blood.

“No! Please, I’ll get help. Don’t!”

Like before, Amilee and Stephan come thundering down the stairs, the sound deafening to my ears. They strip the gun from my blackened arms. I try to run to the place where the girl should be. Amilee and Stephan pin me in place.

I hear the front door open. I see Mak walk around the corner, stare down at those eyes, the blood.

“You killed her.”

“No, Stephan says she’s alright. He says it’s scratches…the wood.”

Mak raises his pant leg, draws a knife from a sheath around his calf. He advances on me as flames ripple and shoot around him. The whole house is on fire except for the place where I stand, where Amilee and Stephan hold me fast.

Amilee strokes my hair back from my face and presses her cheek to my head.

“We’ll always be best friends. I’ll never leave you.”

Mak steps closer, but I can’t get my arms free. Amilee and Stephan don’t even seem to see him at all. Him or the flames that creep forward with him.

Stephan’s lips lower to my ear. His free hand caresses my breast, shaping, lifting the tender flesh.

“I love you, Ashley. Do you think you’ll ever find another soulmate? Do you think you’ll ever find what we have with someone else? Love me, Ashley.” His hand slides lower, grips me, abruptly, harshly between the legs. “Ashley, you’re mine. Every part of you will always be mine.”

“No!”

Mak stands directly in front of me now, the wind from his flames whipping at my face, tearing at my hair, my clothes. My two friends hold me for him, presenting me to his knife. The tip reaches for the flesh of my neck.

“Oh, god!”

I buck, kick out with both feet. Somehow, somehow, I break free, land hard on my back on the stairs. Mak’s fire is burning my feet. I scream.

Desperately, I twist around. The three of them grab for me as I scramble on all fours up the stairs, their nails raking into the flesh of my calves. The edges of the wooden steps crack against my shins, dig into my palms. I’ve got to move faster. I can feel the blood trickling down the backs of my legs.

I launch myself toward the first landing.

It isn’t there.

There is nothing.

Pure, perfect, frozen darkness.

I can’t breathe. I flail against the emptiness.

“Ssh, hey. It’s okay. Hey, breathe.”

Somewhere, from out of the darkness, warmth reaches out for me. I clutch after it, burrow into it. I’m trembling from the cold, the pain, the fear. The warmth wraps around me, pulls me tight, holds me safe.

The tremors loosen their hold on me, leak out of my body, down my cheeks…away.

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