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away from her scalp.
“Were you... were you raping her?”
“No, sweetie. No, no, no. I mean, I'm sure that's probably what it looked like. But that's all part of the confusion, see? That's what I've got to explain to Polly. You just need to tell me where she went.”
“So , you weren't... it wasn't actually.... .”
“God no, Janey. It's me... Richard. I marched with you remember? I helped out down at the shelter when you were shorthanded. Do you really think I would... do you really think I could do something like that?”
“I... I don't know.”
She's really crying now, her cheeks glistening with tears and she squeezes her eyes shut so tightly I can feel wrinkles form beneath the massaging tips of my fingers.
“Janey,” I say softly, evenly, “everything's all turned upside down right now. Everything's all crazy. But you gotta tell me where Polly went. It's dangerous, understand? You tell me where Polly went and I'll explain everything.”
Jane sniffles and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand.
“She... she ran downstairs. She ran outside.”
Jane falls forward and buries her head against my chest. I slowly move my left hand further up her cheek, into the tangles of her curly red hair. My right hand cups her jawline and I continue rubbing, continue working out the tension.
“What the hell is going on, Richard? I don't understand, I just don't understand.”
“It's simple really, Janey.” I whisper as she sobs against my body. “You're a fucking bitch. And your time has come.”
Before the words truly have a chance to sink in, I twist her head with a savage jerk. I hear the bone snap, feel the pop through my hand, feel the power course through my body again.
She's out there somewhere. And, by God, I'll find her.
I will find her and make her mine.
I throw back my head and let loose with a savage cry that strains my vocal chords and sounds more animal than human. It's the sound of primeval desires crashing up against the trappings of the modern world. It's the sound of generations of repression and subjugation.
It's the sound of havoc.
I am the King of this strange new world.
And my Queen is out there.
Waiting for me to claim her.
PART TWO
Climax of Brutality
CHAPTER EIGHT
The clouds in the sky seemed to dance with the distant glow of flames and the smell of smoke was thick and heavy. There weren't any buildings that had been firebombed on this block yet, but – in the brief moments of silence that sometimes settled over the city –she could hear the crackling of fire, the roar of a hungry beast that devoured homes and buildings and left nothing more than blackened skeletons in its wake. But those instances of silence were few and far between. For the most part, the night was filled with the revving of engines, with gunshots and the tinkling of broken glass; screams and cries for help that went unanswered until they were abruptly cut off mid-sentence.
It was like the whole world had gone insane and she couldn't help but wonder where the military had went. Where were the soldiers, the cops, the keepers of law and order? Shouldn't they be out there in the streets, fighting their way through this urban nightmare and protecting those who simply wanted everything to go back to the way it was? But she hadn't seen so much as a Humvee since she'd ran out of the apartment building, much less any type of organized retaliation against the anarchists who now seemed to hold the city in their grip.
What the hell was going on here?
Cody really was dead. She knew that now. At first she tried to tell herself that Richard was lying, that he was trying to gain control over her mind and emotions just as he'd tried to do with her body. But when she reached the bottom of the stairs Polly had seen his body sprawled across the foyer, sprawled in a pool of his own blood. She'd tried to look away but wasn't quick enough: the images of broken bones jabbing through his flesh and
“Were you... were you raping her?”
“No, sweetie. No, no, no. I mean, I'm sure that's probably what it looked like. But that's all part of the confusion, see? That's what I've got to explain to Polly. You just need to tell me where she went.”
“So , you weren't... it wasn't actually.... .”
“God no, Janey. It's me... Richard. I marched with you remember? I helped out down at the shelter when you were shorthanded. Do you really think I would... do you really think I could do something like that?”
“I... I don't know.”
She's really crying now, her cheeks glistening with tears and she squeezes her eyes shut so tightly I can feel wrinkles form beneath the massaging tips of my fingers.
“Janey,” I say softly, evenly, “everything's all turned upside down right now. Everything's all crazy. But you gotta tell me where Polly went. It's dangerous, understand? You tell me where Polly went and I'll explain everything.”
Jane sniffles and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand.
“She... she ran downstairs. She ran outside.”
Jane falls forward and buries her head against my chest. I slowly move my left hand further up her cheek, into the tangles of her curly red hair. My right hand cups her jawline and I continue rubbing, continue working out the tension.
“What the hell is going on, Richard? I don't understand, I just don't understand.”
“It's simple really, Janey.” I whisper as she sobs against my body. “You're a fucking bitch. And your time has come.”
Before the words truly have a chance to sink in, I twist her head with a savage jerk. I hear the bone snap, feel the pop through my hand, feel the power course through my body again.
She's out there somewhere. And, by God, I'll find her.
I will find her and make her mine.
I throw back my head and let loose with a savage cry that strains my vocal chords and sounds more animal than human. It's the sound of primeval desires crashing up against the trappings of the modern world. It's the sound of generations of repression and subjugation.
It's the sound of havoc.
I am the King of this strange new world.
And my Queen is out there.
Waiting for me to claim her.
PART TWO
Climax of Brutality
CHAPTER EIGHT
The clouds in the sky seemed to dance with the distant glow of flames and the smell of smoke was thick and heavy. There weren't any buildings that had been firebombed on this block yet, but – in the brief moments of silence that sometimes settled over the city –she could hear the crackling of fire, the roar of a hungry beast that devoured homes and buildings and left nothing more than blackened skeletons in its wake. But those instances of silence were few and far between. For the most part, the night was filled with the revving of engines, with gunshots and the tinkling of broken glass; screams and cries for help that went unanswered until they were abruptly cut off mid-sentence.
It was like the whole world had gone insane and she couldn't help but wonder where the military had went. Where were the soldiers, the cops, the keepers of law and order? Shouldn't they be out there in the streets, fighting their way through this urban nightmare and protecting those who simply wanted everything to go back to the way it was? But she hadn't seen so much as a Humvee since she'd ran out of the apartment building, much less any type of organized retaliation against the anarchists who now seemed to hold the city in their grip.
What the hell was going on here?
Cody really was dead. She knew that now. At first she tried to tell herself that Richard was lying, that he was trying to gain control over her mind and emotions just as he'd tried to do with her body. But when she reached the bottom of the stairs Polly had seen his body sprawled across the foyer, sprawled in a pool of his own blood. She'd tried to look away but wasn't quick enough: the images of broken bones jabbing through his flesh and
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