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Authors: Jennifer Martucci, Christopher Martucci
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facility. While his current actions suggested they’d been correct in their recommendation, another, saner option did not exist. They needed to be forced to see for themselves what was coming.
He kept repeating that phrase in his head over and over as the Bronco bumped along residential roads toward the border of Eldon and Taft. In the northernmost section of town, a house had been decided upon as a meeting point, the one he believed would be the first hit. Joe, Daniella and the mayor would be there, and once they were all together, they would wait for Terzini’s members. They would wait for the first wave of attacks and show the sheriff and the mayor, once and for all, that he was not crazy. They would take the first step toward saving the town of Eldon, the world.
Chapter 6
Melissa felt her legs bend and twist abnormally as she was dragged by both arms to a tiled room with a drain at the center of the floor. The room was brightly lit and smelled of bleach, but rust colored matter had been embedded in the grout. She did not want to know what had caused the stains, didn’t have time to wonder. Two more men, members, entered the room. Four had accosted her after Terzini had killed the Hunter who’d grabbed her. Two had dragged her while the other two had secured the way. Now there were six. Six heavily armed drones had her in a shower room and she had no idea why. Her heart sprinted and bitterness burned up the back of her throat. She did not have a clue what horrors they had in store for her and was loath to find out.
“Wh-what’re you going to do to me?” she asked , though she did not know why she’d bothered. It wasn’t as if they would feel compassion for her and tell her their plans. They were incapable of feeling any emotion whatsoever. They’d been genetically gifted with strength, speed and intelligence they were only permitted to use when ordered to do so, but they were utterly devoid of feelings. And they weren’t about to forfeit their allegiance to their deranged maker. They were incapable of that as well. Still, she begged reflexively. “Please,” she searched their faces for the slightest flicker, the faintest reaction. When she found none, the gravity of her circumstances hit her.
“Lay her down,” a tall, blonde member spoke from the doorway. “Lay her flat on her back.”
“What? No!” she screamed and horrific scenarios began swimming laps in her brain.
“Take her shoes and socks off, then her pants and under garments,” the man in the doorway ordered and four of the six members descended on her, tugging at her clothes.
“Get your hands off me!” she shrieked, her voice shrill and unfamiliar to her ears. She writhed and kicked as hard as she could, but felt her ankles seized in vice-like grips.
“Don’t bother,” the blond man said flatly. “You’ll only hurt yourself .”
“Fuck you!” she spat and the blond man did not flinch. His pale face remained unchanged as if he were a marble statue. She wanted nothing more than to see his stoic face split in two and hoped she lived to see it happen.
Her violent, vengeful imaginings were interrupted when she felt fingers manipulating the button of her jeans.
“No! Get off me!” she yelled again and tried desperately to twist free. The hands that held her did not yield, but every muscle in her abdomen cried out at once. Melissa winced.
“See, you’re only hurting yourself,” the blond said matter-of-factly , his face smooth and impassive.
She would have looked at him, would have cursed him again, were it not for the fact that her pants were now down around her ankles and in the process of being pulled off. She felt a tug at the hem of her shirt as well as at the waistband of her underwear.
“Stop it! Please no! Please don’t do this!” she shouted and felt tears well then cascade down her cheeks despite her every effort to keep them
He kept repeating that phrase in his head over and over as the Bronco bumped along residential roads toward the border of Eldon and Taft. In the northernmost section of town, a house had been decided upon as a meeting point, the one he believed would be the first hit. Joe, Daniella and the mayor would be there, and once they were all together, they would wait for Terzini’s members. They would wait for the first wave of attacks and show the sheriff and the mayor, once and for all, that he was not crazy. They would take the first step toward saving the town of Eldon, the world.
Chapter 6
Melissa felt her legs bend and twist abnormally as she was dragged by both arms to a tiled room with a drain at the center of the floor. The room was brightly lit and smelled of bleach, but rust colored matter had been embedded in the grout. She did not want to know what had caused the stains, didn’t have time to wonder. Two more men, members, entered the room. Four had accosted her after Terzini had killed the Hunter who’d grabbed her. Two had dragged her while the other two had secured the way. Now there were six. Six heavily armed drones had her in a shower room and she had no idea why. Her heart sprinted and bitterness burned up the back of her throat. She did not have a clue what horrors they had in store for her and was loath to find out.
“Wh-what’re you going to do to me?” she asked , though she did not know why she’d bothered. It wasn’t as if they would feel compassion for her and tell her their plans. They were incapable of feeling any emotion whatsoever. They’d been genetically gifted with strength, speed and intelligence they were only permitted to use when ordered to do so, but they were utterly devoid of feelings. And they weren’t about to forfeit their allegiance to their deranged maker. They were incapable of that as well. Still, she begged reflexively. “Please,” she searched their faces for the slightest flicker, the faintest reaction. When she found none, the gravity of her circumstances hit her.
“Lay her down,” a tall, blonde member spoke from the doorway. “Lay her flat on her back.”
“What? No!” she screamed and horrific scenarios began swimming laps in her brain.
“Take her shoes and socks off, then her pants and under garments,” the man in the doorway ordered and four of the six members descended on her, tugging at her clothes.
“Get your hands off me!” she shrieked, her voice shrill and unfamiliar to her ears. She writhed and kicked as hard as she could, but felt her ankles seized in vice-like grips.
“Don’t bother,” the blond man said flatly. “You’ll only hurt yourself .”
“Fuck you!” she spat and the blond man did not flinch. His pale face remained unchanged as if he were a marble statue. She wanted nothing more than to see his stoic face split in two and hoped she lived to see it happen.
Her violent, vengeful imaginings were interrupted when she felt fingers manipulating the button of her jeans.
“No! Get off me!” she yelled again and tried desperately to twist free. The hands that held her did not yield, but every muscle in her abdomen cried out at once. Melissa winced.
“See, you’re only hurting yourself,” the blond said matter-of-factly , his face smooth and impassive.
She would have looked at him, would have cursed him again, were it not for the fact that her pants were now down around her ankles and in the process of being pulled off. She felt a tug at the hem of her shirt as well as at the waistband of her underwear.
“Stop it! Please no! Please don’t do this!” she shouted and felt tears well then cascade down her cheeks despite her every effort to keep them
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