Black Heart – Chapter IX Part I

Novel: Horror

Morning came and no anomalies were reported. The plan went off around the world without a hitch. The rest – drop-zoning into the overrun cities – would take place that evening. Bryan felt both sick and ecstatic; he had done this – he had found the first gate and sent the first group of suicides over. It was all his fault and achievement.

It was late afternoon and everyone else was asleep when a knock sounded at his open door. He looked up to see Sonia standing in the doorway. Her aeon was dim, exhausted.

“Am I interrupting anything?” she asked, weariness even in her voice.

“No,” Bryan said, “Door’s usually open.”

“I know you’re busy.” She fell onto the couch.

“I’ll take a break. You were capturing tonight.”

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Black Heart – Chapter VIII Part V

Last part of this chapter.

Novel: Horror

That evening at the synagogue Anna, Missy, Robbie, and Cam were being prepped for their actions like they were going to act in a play. The bomb squad had cordoned off a truck in the street that contained four vests composed of seventy pounds of TNT each. Close to sunset, they would be brought in and strapped to the agents, and everyone would wait for the gate to open.

No one in their time zone had been sent through yet – the operation was starting in Brasilia Standard Time, with Brasilia and Cordoba. From there it would spin around the world, agents marching over as the gates opened in their respective cities.

When Bryan entered the building, leaving behind the flashing cop lights holding back reporters and protesters, the bomb squad was showing the four how to detonate the explosives with the flip of a switch. They were all so calm and attentive, and seeing them Bryan shivered as the autumn wind blew through the broken windows and scurried the leaves on the floor.

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Black Heart – Chapter VIII Part IV

Novel: Horror

He went to the roof, thinking he needed fresh air. But when he opened the door and the sunlight fell on him he felt his eyes and his skin would catch fire. He slammed the door shut and held down a scream. Whatever. It was cool and dark in the stairwell. It was becoming his hideout.

Were the others looking for him? They had said he wasn’t getting out of the party. But he had. He had to. They were still pretending he wasn’t all that different. But he was. A slight touch on his shoulder had made him want to rip apart a crowd.

What had happened to him blanking out for hours? He would welcome it right now. But his thoughts had been a jumble since…

Since he last talked to the gamma.

Could it still effect him even if he didn’t possess with it?

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Black Heart – Chapter VIII Part III

Novel: Horror

The plan had been put into rapid effect the world over: every city with a gate had at least four chosen volunteers and the explosives. They would all enter on the night of the 17th. All on the same night, so it would be a surprise attack. The times the gates opened would be staggered, as always, but without lines of communication the Eternals would have no way of knowing what was happening across the countries.

Get in, get over, detonate.

There were cities that they wouldn’t be able to get to, in Somalia, Nigeria, Columbia. The demon populations there were just too dense. That was to be taken care of the next night. Agents had already found the gate locations, flying over the areas in daylight while the demons were sluggish or hiding from the sun. Far more agents were needed for this plan; they would have to protect the group as a whole from waves of demons once the sun went down, at least until the gate opened and hopefully until the sun rose again. But nobody had much hope for the latter.

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Now

Be aware this one involves cutting.

Drabble: I don’t know why do I write these

She set the flat of the blade against her skin, expecting to feel it cool and smooth and ready. She felt nothing, but that wasn’t too surprising. She felt nothing at all today. Isn’t that what this was for?

She turned it until the edge caught the light and the tip cut into her flesh, hoping to see the blood well in droplets turning to rivers. Nothing came out. That wasn’t surprising either.

She dropped the knife and reached into the mark it had made. She pulled out the wires, slick with oil. That wasn’t surprising. Nothing was surprising anymore.

Black Heart – Chapter VIII Part II

Novel: Horror

He announced it in a shaking voice in the classroom, two hours before sunset: four volunteers needed to ferry explosives across the gate to the other Earth.  They would not be returning, but they would likely save humanity.  The other gate cities were being advised to do the same.

Four people per gate.

Thirty-six gates in the world.

One hundred forty-four people.

Less than would die tonight in Chicago alone from demons.  But it still hurt.  He said so to Harper when they both were back in his tiny office.

“People are more likely to sympathize with other people of similar social standing,” she said.

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Black Heart – Chapter VIII Part I

Novel: Horror

Cantrell was berating a nurse when Bryan entered his room.  The agent who had placed the call to Bryan was standing by the window, clearly exasperated.  He breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of Bryan.

“Ivers,” Cantrell exclaimed.  “Tell this med school dropout I don’t need any fluids.  I should be back at the office, not tied to some hospital bed.”

“You’re not tied to anything,” Bryan said.  “But you sure as hell aren’t going anywhere.”

The nurse went to Bryan and spoke to him as if he were Cantrell’s friend or family.  “Try to convince him.  He keeps pulling his lines out.”  Then she left, and the agent by the window saw his chance to escape and scurried out after her, leaving Bryan alone with Cantrell.

“I’m not deaf,” Cantrell shouted after the nurse.  “I don’t need any of this sorry excuse for treatment.  I need to take care of your mess, Ivers.”

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