Read Online Damned and Cursed (Book 2): Witch's Kurse by Glenn Bullion - Free Book Online

  "Judge Judy is on."
    He watched one of his favorite shows for a moment while letting Martin chew on his words.   He loved how the good judge would cut down the idiot mortals before her.
    He glared at Martin.   "In case that was too much for you, let me make it simpler…"   The smile left his face.   "I don't care."
    Martin was trapped.   Killing the girl wouldn't benefit him in any way.   He knew it, and Jack knew it.   It was Martin's move.   Jack waited patiently.   There were times Jack's patience was stretched, such as the time his best hope for a cure to his curse, Kevin Mishnar, told him he would have to wait .   But for the most part his patience was extraordinary.   After being awake for two centuries, patience was a necessary trait.
    There was only one course of action left for Martin to take.   Jack simply had to wait for him to make his move.   He studied his body language, the twitch under his eye, the shake of his shoulders, and could see the wheels turning in his head.
    "Ooh, the pain I'm going to give you, Marty," Jack said.   "I told you, if you let her go, you'd be fine.   I didn't want the distraction.   But now, the gods above will wince at what I do to you."
    Martin finally caught up and came to the same conclusion Jack had.   There was no point in keeping Kara around.   She would only hinder his escape.
    He shoved her forward.   Jack was already on his feet.   Kara couldn't keep her balance.   She tumbled shoulder and head first into the end table on the opposite side of the couch.   The table broke under her weight, and there was a loud popping sound as she crashed to the floor.   Perhaps Martin thought Jack would tend to her, but he couldn't have been more wrong.
    Jack threw the remote at Martin as he ran for the front door.   It struck him in the back, and was just enough to slow him for a second.   Then Jack reached for the vase next to him and chucked it across the room.   The ceramic object shattered against Martin's head, and he fell to the floor.   The knife flew against the wall.
    Martin managed to crawl to the door.   He reached for the doorknob and opened the door a crack, which was unfortunate for him, when he heard a voice behind him.
    "Where are you going, Marty?   The fun's just starting."
    Jack assaulted him without mercy.   He kicked him in the stomach, the ribs, the head.   Grabbing a broken leg from the end table, he beat him without slowing down.   Jack's immortality, his curse, meant he never felt fatigue.   He didn't even need to breathe.
    Martin tried to cover up and pull himself forward.   He coughed up blood as his hand reached the screen door.
    Jack shoved his face against the jamb.   He slammed the door on Martin's skull.   Twice.   Three times.   He tried to get a hand up to protect his head, only to get a broken finger for the effort.
    "Please…" Martin begged.   "Please stop."
    Jack imagined Martin's victims used those very words, many times.
    "No."
    Hoisting Martin to his feet, Jack kneed him in the groin.   He grabbed Martin by the shirt and spun him back inside the living room.   Martin crashed into a bookshelf behind the couch and pulled it down on top of him.   Various knick-knacks and books fell on him as he collapsed.
    Jack strode toward him, to continue the assault, when movement caught his attention to the left.
    Kara was on her side on the floor, in obvious agony.   Wrists still cuffed behind her, she cried and bawled as her chest heaved.   Her shoulder didn't look right under her shirt.   The remnants of the end table were around her.   Dried blood was caked over her lower stomach, with a few drops on the hardwood.
    Jack paused a moment, to survey the scene.   The living room was in shambles.   Two mortals lay on the floor, in various degrees of pain.   The only thing left to do was drag Martin to the police station, deliver him to one of the many detectives he slipped large amounts of cash to every now and then.