The basement was dark and dank, though nothing like Eastern State Penitentiary. Compared to that hellhole, these inmates were living large, and as Jamie paused, his hand about to activate the lock on the door, Elliott looked over his shoulder at Aaron who gave him a reassuring nod, and then he gestured for the doctor to unlock the cell.
The door opened, and Elliott waited in the shadows for a second, wanting the anticipation, the fear, to build, before he revealed himself. There were no windows in the cell and only one bare light bulb hanging from a chain in the middle of the room above a smal
The room was dark, just the way she liked it, and as she sat on the makeshift throne she’d had her minions construct as soon as she’d entered the premises, she began to tap her fingernails impatiently on the chair railing. The time was almost nigh, of that she was certain, but it would be a few moments more, and she almost couldn’t contain the excitement she felt pulsating inside. Thoughts of what would happen the moment she sat anticipating came to fruition had her mouth watering and her teeth sharp, though not for the usual reasons.The demons that had greeted Asteria when
The sky above the forest seemed to have swallowed up the stars, and the remnants of the moon did little to light the way as Delilah Lewis drew in her breath and cautiously waded down to the shore of the river. She was careful not to slip on the rocks her father had just warned her about two seconds earlier. If she had her cell phone with her, she could use it as a flashlight, but her dad had insisted, “No electronics on the camping trip.” She knew he relished days like this, and even though it was fairly warm outside for February, Delilah didn’t want to let him know how absolutely miserable she was already, just one day into the long weekend.
Dax Forest was made to be a park ranger. That’s what his friends always said, anyway. Not only had he been one of the youngest boys in his troop to reach Eagle Scout, he had the perfect name for someone who liked to spend the majority of his time outdoors. That’s why when he’d decided to forgo college and take this opportunity to become a park ranger the year before, no one had been surprised.When he was younger, his father had taught him how to fish and hunt, how to survive outside. In fact, he was often far ahead of the rest of his Boy Scout friends and earned all of his b
The sound of her shoes hitting the treadmill was a noise Cadence Findley had grown to love over the last year and a half. Sometimes she didn’t even listen to music when she worked out, preferring to focus on the sound of her rubber soles thunking against the endless black road beneath her feet. She knew she was running particularly fast when it sounded like a heavy deluge was falling, and by now she could usually tell when she’d reached thirty-five miles per hour without even glancing at the numbers because it had a certain… cadence to it.Today, she was preoccupied
“Oh, sorry, Cadence!” Ashley said, stepping back out of the way.“No, I’m sorry,” Cadence replied, forcing a smile on her face. They danced around each other for a moment before Cadence finally stepped out into the hall and held the door open for Ashley. They shared a little giggle, which was totally fake on Cadence’s part, and then she headed onto the shower, the easy smile Aaron had brought to her lips only a few moments ago gone.
Aaron pulled up a map on the projector behind him. “The Xs all mark spots where the recent attacks have occurred—the ones we know about that are certainly ours. This is just America, but a look at other countries and continents would show a similar pattern.”Cadence turned to study the map. All of the Xs seemed to be in rural locations, all near major highways, and some of them close to each other.
The small ranch-style house sat in the middle of a row of similar unassuming houses in the better part of town, from what Elliott could tell, if there was a better part of town in Pryor, Oklahoma. Driving in, he’d notice there wasn’t much about this tiny village to get too excited about.Brandon said his mom usually got home from her job at the nursing home around 5:30, a little later if she stopped by the liquor store on the way, which Brandon noted was pretty much every afternoon. A glance at the time on his IAC told him she should be pulling into the driveway any minute now.
“Tell you?” Amanda echoed, her tone not nearly as calm as his. “Tell you? Why? So you could come and take him? Steal him away from me in the middle of the night?”“You know I’d never do that,” Elliott said, not taking her bait, not yet, anyway. An argument was brewing, but he’d weather the storm. For now.“How do I know that?” she s