Smeared Black Ink

Sawicki's Early Drafts and Other Stuff

Month: December, 2016

Carbon – Avalon

All this brought to you by Florence + the Machine’s Over the Love.  I haven’t drawn in years.  This is a scene like Elemental that is in the Carbon universe, but wouldn’t be included in the main story.

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On the fifth night he didn’t come to her door, Avalon knew he was gone.

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Black Heart – Chapter I Part VI

We rejoin the novel just in time for some exposition!

Novel: Horror

Two hours before sunset, all 47 Spotters and 29 Possessed – what remained after last night – were crowded in classroom 1, a room typically used for training and seminars.  The tiny uncomfortable seats with those little desktops that rotate into place were all filled, and some people had notepads or laptops laid out on them, expecting crucial information they shouldn’t forget.  Cam waved to Bryan from the standing room at the back as he passed by, and waving back Bryan made his way to his saved seat at the front by the podium.  The position promised that he would be called up before the group.

Hussein was seated behind the front desk along with a couple of other higher-ups.  The room hushed expectantly when he stood, as if everyone held their breath at once.

“First order of business,” he said “is the beta that was caught last night.”  He recounted the events from what Bryan and Andrade had told him.  Thankfully he left out details of the beating Bryan had taken, only saying that the demon was very dangerous, had broken through a barrier, and attacked.  Then he called Bryan up front.

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Unearthed – Part III

Last part.  If you haven’t already, I strongly suggest you check out parts one and two first.

Short Story: Horror? Psychological Vampire Thing

Down for submission.

Unearthed – Part II

Short Story: Horror? Psychological Vampire Thing

Down for submission.

 

Unearthed – Part I

This will be posted in several parts.

Short Story: Horror? Psychological Vampire Thing

Down for submission.

Black Heart – Chapter I Part V

Novel: Horror

“They could have called me in,” Bryan growled to him.  “I wasn’t infirm.”

“You couldn’t have done anything.  You’re assuming you would have gotten there in time.  And what if you had gone and got possessed too?  It could have overtaken you easily with your state.”

“Well, we’ll never know, will we?”

I know.  I was there.”

Bryan stared at him.  “You didn’t say you were – ”

“I don’t want to announce it.  I don’t want to talk about it.  But Rogge wasn’t the only one to die.  You would have been mincemeat.”

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Black Heart – Chapter I Part IV

The Office’s name is just a placeholder for now, much as I like the acronym it creates.

Novel: Horror

His cell rang, waking him.  He had left it in his coat pocket, and he had to stumble over to the chair he had tossed the coat onto.  He fished the phone out and answered without looking at who it was.

“’Ello,” he murmured.

“Bryan, it’s Hussein.  Did I wake you?”

Bryan straightened up as if Hussein had walked into the room.  “Naw – no, sir.”

“Of course I did.  I had to check on you though.  Are you okay?”

“Yes, just a bit murky still.  I’ll be fine by tomorrow…”  He noticed the dim light of morning was seeping through the curtains and amended “tonight.  Are you still at work?”

“It couldn’t be helped.  First Andrade’s report and then…  Well, you’ll find out tomorrow.”

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Black Heart – Chapter I Part III

Not sure about the flirty banter in this part.  Might scrap it.

Novel: Horror

“You need to show this to the office,” she added.  “And then take the rest of the night off.  You look like hell.”

“I feel like hell.”  There had been some physical damage – the cut on his arm, a minor concussion – but the mental damage couldn’t be measured by anything in the ambulance.  He was utterly exhausted as if he hadn’t slept in days and his ability to focus was dulled.  This wasn’t typical; he could feel sick and slimy after a possession but nothing like this.  It was the result of the fourth demon trying to fight its way into his body.  He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to let it possess him.

“You could have died,” Andrade said.  “Betas killed four Possessed in Germany alone, and Japan’s worse off even than that.”

“Maybe I’m a prodigy.”  Again, he meant to seem cocky but only came off tired.

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Black Heart – Chapter I Part II

Novel: Horror

It drifted through the walls, attracted by the commotion.  Perhaps thinking that the excitement meant food.  It saw Bryan as he was putting away the sealed card and charged at him, seeing that he was life and ready to fight the demon already possessing him like lions fighting over a kill.  Bryan reached into the demon’s bag of tricks again, again stinging his nerve endings, and sent up a barrier.  It wasn’t visible, but the approaching demon bounced off it and approached again.  It pinged against it like a fly at a window, soft red light going forward and back, forward and back.

Bryan growled at the mindless thing and etched the circle of fire, brought down the barrier, and reined the demon into another card.

He looked up.  The third was still above, hadn’t yet noticed him.  As he let his grip on his possessor’s power release, light began to seep back into his surroundings, but slowly.  He felt more than saw his way to the stairs at the end of the hallway, tripping once over a corpse.  He could have used his demon’s powers to map out the hotel in his mind, bodies included, but the human body and mind could only take so much abuse, and though things were pretty routine so far he had to allot for the unexpected.  Not that he expected any unexpectedness, but it had been drilled into him: only take what you need.

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Black Heart – Chapter I Part I

It’s a new book!  Here we go!

Novel: Horror

Bryan showed his ID at the barricade.  The policeman there ushered him in like a tardy schoolboy and asked something he couldn’t hear through his muffled eardrums and the honking of the redirected traffic and the chatter of the crowd he was leaving behind at the caution tape.

Again he wondered why were there always crowds.  Was everyone suicidal?  Don’t they know these things go wrong?

The cop said something else and Bryan nodded to get rid of him.  Cops were like gnats once they knew who you were.

The cop clung to him anyway, leading him to Andrade, as if he wouldn’t know where she would be.  She was there at the front of the commotion, nearest the doors to the hotel, where the cops didn’t dare venture.  Mr. Cop pointed to her and then stood nearby the two of them – though sufficiently away from the hotel – as if awaiting a thank you or instructions.  As if he could be of use.

“You’re up,” Andrade said.  “First one here.”

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