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little she could so against their silver
lined gloves.
While these men may have lacked the strength
of their otherworldly victim, their hands were akin to fiery embers
that set fire to every part of her they touched. Sarah was pulled
back into the darkness and away from Ben’s arms.
He sunk to the ground in horror as he watched
several hooded men bring down the woman that seduced him then tried
to drain him of fluids. He had no idea what to make of the scene
that had unfolded here tonight. Ben shut down, stiff as a board,
and eyes locked on what lay in front of him.
These men showed no fear in the face of a
monster such as Sara Matheson. Ben didn’t still know what that
monster was. In the end it didn’t matter. These men certainly knew
all too well what they dealt with. They struck her in the head
repeatedly with metal bats and refused to stop until she ceased
movement of any sort.
Was she dead? Only Ben wondered that. The men
that came to his rescue knew better than that. The largest of them
scooped up Sarah’s unconscious frame and slung it over his
shoulder. With a nod of his head the two others stepped to his
command and turned back to the entrance of the alleyway.
“What of him?”
“He’s seen too much.”
The man in charge nodded to the figure
closest to the nearly catatonic Ben, and with Sarah still over his
shoulder, he began his exit into the night. That left the men he
given his orders to see to it and dispose of tonight’s
eyewitness.
The glint of the man’s steel caught Ben’s
attention and he was brought out of his self-induced trance. For a
split-second Ben regained what he once was before the bullet left
the man’s steel chamber. Now he’d learn what it meant to breathe
your last breath.
All while the lifeless Sarah Matheson was
carted off into the night, unbeknownst to all, apart from one that
watched it all go down from above.
A flap of his matted feathers saw the raven
off the signpost he rested and into the dreary night sky. He saw
what needed to be seen.
Act Two
Sunkeeper –
Dayside
Chapter Fourteen
Night Kings: Sunkeeper
Gregory Blackman
Ashes to Ashes
It was a dark place that a certain young
woman found herself. She couldn’t see past her own hands and
struggled to see the four walls that enclosed her to the world.
Those hands were bound by thick chains, and no matter how hard she
fought to free herself, those chains wouldn’t budge.
Even with her vampiric night vision, Sarah
Matheson couldn’t see past the shroud placed just outside her
reach. It was as if a presence lingered in the room. One not even
she could see. Sarah was covered in her own blood. They were from
wounds long since healed, but they came at the expenditure of a
great deal of blood. That made her weak, dazed, and in bemusement
of how she ended up in this situation.
A vision struck her when least expected and
Sarah Matheson was suddenly transported back in time. She was
attacked in the middle of a feast by men unknown to her. She was
beaten for the better part of an hour, and after they’d had their
fill, they threw her in this darkened cell where she waited
now.
It was a cell with no bars, only walls, and
one door that barred her from the freedom she so desperately
yearned for. There was a man in there with her and he wouldn’t
leave until he’d gained the information Sarah was believed to
possess. Only she knew for sure, and what she knew, was nothing at
all. That didn’t stop the man from beating her senseless while he
asked his questions.
It soon became apparent to her captor that
Sarah didn’t know anything of the lady or the reaper. Sarah was
then left in a pool of her blood and sealed off from the world.
Consciousness was lost soon thereafter.
“Help!” she cried to the darkness that
surrounded.
There was no response.
“Help!”
“Is there anyone out there?”
“Can no one hear me?”
“No one comes for you,” a figure said from
beyond her vision. “No one comes for those
lined gloves.
While these men may have lacked the strength
of their otherworldly victim, their hands were akin to fiery embers
that set fire to every part of her they touched. Sarah was pulled
back into the darkness and away from Ben’s arms.
He sunk to the ground in horror as he watched
several hooded men bring down the woman that seduced him then tried
to drain him of fluids. He had no idea what to make of the scene
that had unfolded here tonight. Ben shut down, stiff as a board,
and eyes locked on what lay in front of him.
These men showed no fear in the face of a
monster such as Sara Matheson. Ben didn’t still know what that
monster was. In the end it didn’t matter. These men certainly knew
all too well what they dealt with. They struck her in the head
repeatedly with metal bats and refused to stop until she ceased
movement of any sort.
Was she dead? Only Ben wondered that. The men
that came to his rescue knew better than that. The largest of them
scooped up Sarah’s unconscious frame and slung it over his
shoulder. With a nod of his head the two others stepped to his
command and turned back to the entrance of the alleyway.
“What of him?”
“He’s seen too much.”
The man in charge nodded to the figure
closest to the nearly catatonic Ben, and with Sarah still over his
shoulder, he began his exit into the night. That left the men he
given his orders to see to it and dispose of tonight’s
eyewitness.
The glint of the man’s steel caught Ben’s
attention and he was brought out of his self-induced trance. For a
split-second Ben regained what he once was before the bullet left
the man’s steel chamber. Now he’d learn what it meant to breathe
your last breath.
All while the lifeless Sarah Matheson was
carted off into the night, unbeknownst to all, apart from one that
watched it all go down from above.
A flap of his matted feathers saw the raven
off the signpost he rested and into the dreary night sky. He saw
what needed to be seen.
Act Two
Sunkeeper –
Dayside
Chapter Fourteen
Night Kings: Sunkeeper
Gregory Blackman
Ashes to Ashes
It was a dark place that a certain young
woman found herself. She couldn’t see past her own hands and
struggled to see the four walls that enclosed her to the world.
Those hands were bound by thick chains, and no matter how hard she
fought to free herself, those chains wouldn’t budge.
Even with her vampiric night vision, Sarah
Matheson couldn’t see past the shroud placed just outside her
reach. It was as if a presence lingered in the room. One not even
she could see. Sarah was covered in her own blood. They were from
wounds long since healed, but they came at the expenditure of a
great deal of blood. That made her weak, dazed, and in bemusement
of how she ended up in this situation.
A vision struck her when least expected and
Sarah Matheson was suddenly transported back in time. She was
attacked in the middle of a feast by men unknown to her. She was
beaten for the better part of an hour, and after they’d had their
fill, they threw her in this darkened cell where she waited
now.
It was a cell with no bars, only walls, and
one door that barred her from the freedom she so desperately
yearned for. There was a man in there with her and he wouldn’t
leave until he’d gained the information Sarah was believed to
possess. Only she knew for sure, and what she knew, was nothing at
all. That didn’t stop the man from beating her senseless while he
asked his questions.
It soon became apparent to her captor that
Sarah didn’t know anything of the lady or the reaper. Sarah was
then left in a pool of her blood and sealed off from the world.
Consciousness was lost soon thereafter.
“Help!” she cried to the darkness that
surrounded.
There was no response.
“Help!”
“Is there anyone out there?”
“Can no one hear me?”
“No one comes for you,” a figure said from
beyond her vision. “No one comes for those
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