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REVIEW REQUEST: Please Review dear readers it helps fuel the fire of my imagination to know that out there are those interested in what my imagination has to share...
INSPIRATION: I wanted Alice's creator to have his own story, I hated that James had destroyed him, someone who had cared enough for Alice to try and save her. The more I thought about it the more a picture came together of who he could have been.
COMING NEXT: Awake - Alice's waking into her new life.
Quick Decision
He was a warrior of the old world, a time long forgotten. There was not a human he had met in his long life that could have survived the hardships of the simple day to day of his own human time. The conveniences of this modern world had softened them, yet they still took for granted the objects than ensured their very survival. He had witnessed with the passing of every century how they seemed determined to slowly kill themselves with the very progress they were so proud of. He had observed how the convenience of travel poisoned the very air that they breathed. The foods that they grew and concocted sometimes teamed with chemicals that helped lengthen the life of what was grown it while shortening the lives of those who consumed it. Every year saw foods, and lives, become less natural and more synthetic.
He smelled it in them, the changing of their bodies, unable to cope with the environment they were creating for themselves. Every progress killed what the natural world had evolved over millennia to perfection, the exact recipe for their nourishment. He mentally shook his head as he thought about his travels around the world. The inhabitants of the most rural places who still held to the traditions of eating off of the land smelled healthier, a definite difference to their more urban counterparts. So many insisted on consuming food that was becoming more and more unnatural and unhealthy. Though never appetizing, the smell of what they now ate was even more offensive than meals he had smelled cooking on campfires and fire pits so long ago, everything becoming a poison changing even the chemistry of their bodies. They were not wise in this course of action, he thought. Progress, it seemed, was the human way- progress with no regard to the true cost. How tragic to see them fight for things which held no true value. Had he been any different in his human life? Had his never ending existence given him a perspective they would never have…?
He had been a legend even before becoming an immortal. A warrior, stronger even at an old age, he had seen over fifty growing seasons pass before his transformation. He had been so proud, so sure of his completeness in just himself, never having found an equal in any of the warriors that he lead or fought against. He had never really wanted a wife and family, his serving woman administering to all his needs. Though he had wanted to have a child to train in the warrior ways, his ways, he was not willing to endure a wife. After a time he believed he had grown too old have for it to be an option. That all changed, he thought as he brought out one of the few memories he still had of his human life. A war council had been called. Too many of the villages to the north had been decimated, women and children defiled and killed in the most vile ways. Something had to be done.
He had walked in to the village so full of his own importance, so sure on his view of the world and his place in it. There she stood; he remembered his breath leaving his body at the sight of her. She had been so young, so beautiful, his Centehua, his warrior woman. Later, seated in the council chamber, he had been outraged that she had been allowed to attend a session meant only for the leaders of all the local villages. He was quickly silenced by the wise man, told shortly that she led the warriors from the southernmost tip of their territory. They had blamed hunting parties from the great temple; their warriors were known to decimate the smaller villages in search of human sacrifices, leaving death and destruction in their wake.
At his first site of her he had been determined to have her, to keep her for his own. His body reaction stronger than anything he had ever experienced before. He had approached her father, knowing his reputation alone would grant her to him. A miracle had happened; she had wanted to be his too. That first look into her eyes had shown him the same fire that burned in his own. She was not deterred by the fact that she was being given into the keeping of a man even older than her own father. His hair had begun to turn silver long ago though his back remained strong his instincts in battle still without equal. Even then he had thought he had been wiser than she, a rare smile touching his lips. She had shown him a wisdom stronger than war. She showed him love. Centehua had taught him how to open his heart and two years after their union they were gifted with a beautiful daughter, Teiuc. He felt the pain rip through his being thinking about them. He was given so little time to enjoy that life. It had all ended in blood and death. His small family shattered by his own arrogance.
He had walked in this second life for over six hundred years, the images of his first life fading long ago. Only shadows of memories remained. Almost all, he corrected himself softly, as the images of his wife and daughter passed before his minds eye. Their faces forever burned into his heart, their essence captured forever in his living memory, carried with him throughout his long existence. The love he had for them burned brightly within him and the guilt he felt at their deaths had found purpose in him. Though he could not express the agony of their loss with tears, it consumed his every thought guarded his every action. It was their memory that kept him as controlled as he was with his feeding.
The coven he had been created for had been unable to control him and had left him to his own. They had been wary of the strength and cunning he had shown so early in his creation. These memories drained him. He was so very weary of this life. He had found some redemption in his vow. After the tragedy of his family and his inability to destroy himself he had resolved to spend his second existence feeding only on the evil or dying. He was not a God but he felt, deep in the tarnished soul he knew he still possessed, that his mission held value and his every passing of judgment saved many innocent human lives.
Unhampered by the blind morals and ethics that the human mind selfishly contrived, he had easily elected himself as judge, jury, and executioner of worst of the human monsters. These monsters prayed on those weaker than themselves. He had set himself to this task in order to salvage his soul. The inspiration for his life's quest formed because of the last words his beloved had uttered as she died in his arms… at his hands.
"I forgive you, my love," she had choked out through the pain. "Find purpose and we will meet you in the garden of our gods…" the words gargling out the last of her life. Loving him even as she cried with the pain of his attack. Loving him even as Teiucs' body lay broken and drained beside them.
The memories of his wife and daughter had been embedded into his very being through his transformation, beacons of love that had not burned away. The separation from his family had been unbearable. He had been desperate to see them. Five months after his creation he had decided to go to them. Hid new kind had warned him that he was too newly created to go near his human family. His creator, a vampire of over a thousand years, had cautioned him, telling him that he could not go back if he still truly loved his family, his instincts and strength were too much for their human world. He had laughed at Afiuss' foreboding. Believing himself too strong to hurt them, stronger than any of the others, so confident that he could do anything. His family had paid for his misplaced self-confidence.
He had only meant to hug his little daughter… instead he had crushed her. The blood that had trickled from her mouth had quickly awoken the demon and… and… the pain as sharp this day as it had been so long ago. He had mercilessly killed his beautiful wife and daughter in the throes of the thing that had proved stronger than his will, his thirst for human blood. If he had only waited till he had better control, if he had only been stronger… His body and soul ached with the remembering. He shook his head sadly. The present always offered more wisdom than the past, something he had long ago accepted. His memories always illuminated every "what if" into a painful and excruciating torment. He had been newly created and unable to control the monster that lived in him. He had been a savage, thinking nothing of killing; his lust for blood so strong it gave even his own kind pause it had taken this greatest act of evil to control his thirst. Too late! Always to late...
He hoped as he had so many times before that he was almost finished with this second life. Yet as the years passed into decades and then into centuries he found that there was always some justice that needed to be dispensed. Just one more act to avenge, always one more human to gently move on to the next life. There were always monsters and the victims they left behind.
He had long ago ritualized his preparation for judgment or salvation. Feeding off of animals, though he found their blood bitter and unappetizing, helped keep the killing thirst at bay. He sought his next victim only after he had total control of his demon. He obtained every piece of available evidence as to the guilt or need of his next human feeding. He meditated on each act solemnly before setting his course never deviating once his path had been determined. Above all he was always in full control.
He had learned 'techniques'; he laughed at the word, when on his missions. Rarely breathing in the presence of any human, planning every step of his attack, leaving not even the smallest detail to chance. If he had to enter a building he memorized every floor plan memorizing every escape route. If he was out in the open the attack only happened at night, the sun on his skin making it impossible to go unnoticed during the daylight hours. There had been a few times where his query had been alone and, since his judgment of the evil included torture, he thought nothing of showing his true self in those instances.
He had vowed after having taken those precious lives on that fateful day that he would never let the monster take him over so completely. He had kept to that vow, not once wavering in his commitment. His mission was too important. Time, and the experience it brought, had taught him that he had to be meticulous with his missions. He had only one experience with the judgment of their kind, the Volturi. He had only been a witness then but it had sobered him. He would not do anything to bring on their wrath by being careless with any of his tasks.
Humans were so often, prone to self destruction and malice. This latest accounting had let loose his rage, an aberration from his usual behavior. He had first heard of the brutality being committed at the small mental hospital in Mississippi from a passing nomad, another vampire he had encountered just outside of a small town called Gilroy in California over eight months back. The nomad had laughed at how easily he had been able to feed off of three humans and leave without detection. He had stayed close, listening for any news of the deaths but had heard not a word in the days that followed. He went on to tell him of the screams of the patients being administered electroshock treatment, a favorite in these dark times. He had recounted the sounds of women begging for mercy as the orderlies, charged with caring for them, raped and beat them in the rooms around him.
He had wanted to rush to his judgment but had slowed himself down, had kept to his ritual. Creating the new identity required time and patience before heading towards this malignant house of horrors. He followed his ritual, taken the steps he needed to enter the facility with easy access to all the guilty.
There were six in total, their records showing past transgressions that human law had found, taken to trial but then dismissed. He seethed at the uselessness of that law, a law that allowed evil too many avenues of escape while victims were left to suffer. He meant to make each offender to pay with his life. In full control of the monster within, he entered the building containing his prey. He remembered, as he passed through the doors, the nomads he had encountered the day before just outside of the city. He had caught their scent and approached them out of curiosity. He had been quickly disgusted by their total embrace of their demons. The two immortals had talked casually of the torture and murder which accompanied their feedings. As if the gruesome acts they committed on their human victims were a game, taking a special pleasure in the very young whose lives were rich and full of promise, they reveled in their destruction. He had been unable to hide his revulsion and had left their company. The young man, James, had been especially cruel and his mate seemed to relish in his enjoyment of the suffering of any living creature.
He approached the nurse at the front desk and provided her with the paperwork that would allow his campaign of terror. His eyes were golden now due to his feeding of off animals in the last eight months so he looked directly into her eyes as she took his papers, though soon they would be red and he would avoid all gazes. His documents proclaimed him as Dr. Sebastian Hinojosa, a visiting psychiatrist from Mexico City. He was here to do a study on the electroshock therapy techniques employed by Dr. Phillip Carstan. Inside his anger simmered at the malevolence in this human, how little he valued his own kind, enough to incite a monster to come and destroy him and his. He had come for that man, Carstan, and the five others he had personally hired. These men wallowed in the misery of others; they used their authority to administer cruelty to those they had sworn to protect. But their time had come and soon they would suffer for their sins. He knew that others would take their place and he was ready to start his hunt, one human monster at a time. The doctor and his accomplices were not the first and probably not the last.
In the months that followed his mission changed. The change came in the slight form of a girl. On his first inspection of the hospital he had found her. He had entered a room dark to the human eye and his life had changed. Though he knew that he had made no sound on entering she had turned to look at him, as he approached her, almost as if she could see him in the darkness. Her hair was short as if recently shaved and her thin arms were wrapped around her body, a long sleeved gown covering her from her neck to her tiny feet. As he looked upon her face his heart all but exploded. "Teiuc!" his mind shouted. His daughter! The young girl smiled a smile so bright it had lit up his darkness. Her startling, dark brown eyes gazed into his as if saying, "There you are… I'm so glad you came." Not Teiuc then. His heart shattered and screamed as he took in her pale skin and the different hue of her brown eyes. As he continued to gaze at her he was captured by uncanny resemblance in her features to his long dead daughter. In that first sight something had been awoken in him, something he had thought long dead as he gazed at her. At the same time he took note that even as she found herself in the most hopeless of situations her eyes defied her circumstances and seemed to shine with trust and confidence, as if she knew he had come to save her.
"Hello," she had said. "I've seen you coming for months now."
He looked down at her, unsure of how to respond.
"It's ok you know. I love you too," she had said softly. "My name is Alice," she chuckled weakly, "just so you know".
He was surprised, for she seemed to understand how utterly she had changed him.
"I think it will end badly for you," she paused sadly. Her eyes went blank for a moment continuing, "but I'm not sure- I can't see you very well." She finished her statement in a whisper before closing her eyes once again.
He understood then, he understood why she was here. She was a seer! How these modern humans could treat such a gift was beyond any words he possessed! In his first life they were treated with respect, revered and held in a place of honor in the villages of his human world.
"I think you will be meeting with your family soon," she continued. "I see a woman and child, she looks so much like you," the girl breathed out lightly. "They're fading; the light is getting too bright." Her body shuddered and she went limp.
More understanding dawned; he had seen it before, moments of cognizance for minds so badly damaged by the latest form of treatment for the mentally ill. He debated quickly. Could she be saved? Could he take her somewhere and treat her? He had the knowledge to at least try but could he? He was only around humans when he had found a purpose. Staying only long enough to accomplish his task but never long enough to fall pray to the never-ending hunger that lived in him. He had to try! So began his routine every evening he would bring her gifts of food and he would watch over her always careful to keep his monster closely leashed in her presence. He managed to disallow all treatment though he knew that he could do that for only so long. Meanwhile he began his work, one man at a time.
Slowly each man was driven into an atmosphere of paranoia and fear. He whispered their deeds to them, his speed such that he could come up to the back of each man in turn, disappearing before they knew he was even there. He spent weeks on each, building their terror to fever pitch. He was careful to take their lives outside of the hospital. Each orderly died a painful death; their body left so broken no one would be able to have identified their remains. None had been given a reprieve, each had been taken far into the depths of a nearby forest where he slowly crushed and drained the life out of each man.
During his time there the staff became wary something was wrong and thought they could not name it they could feel the dread that was slowly spreading through the halls. His final victim was the only one seemingly unaffected. His uncaring demeanor at the disappearances of his fellow monsters was not surprising considering his lack of feeling towards human life in general. He had thought that he could keep Alice safe until his work was done but on the first day of the sixth month he found her gone from her room. He quickly searched for her uncaring if human eyes caught site of his speed. Deep inside he knew where she had been taken and headed there without delay.
Entering the room his first thought was that she was too small and delicate to be held here. She laid quietly on the gurney, eyes glassy and empty. As he moved closer he could smell the sweat and human waste that had not been cleaned from her frail body. She laid motionless, her faint heartbeat telling him that she was still alive, that they had not killed her. The room was dim and cold; the sound of dripping water could be heard in the stillness. The walls and floor were tiled in white and a drain was conveniently installed in the middle of the floor. No windows gave witness to the dying of the day. He fell to his knees; he had failed yet again to protect what was most precious. His body shivered with disgust, he had left only for a few hours and she had been taken and tortured. The room still reeked of the shock treatment so recently administered.
The distinctive sound of footsteps told him the doctor was coming. He liked to gloat over his victims claiming his devotion, his dedication to cure what was wrong. Sebastian determined he would be entering the room in a minute or so. His only question was whether or not he could save this girl, whether he could put her out of her misery or not. The thought twisted in him, his soul screamed a resounding NO to ending her life. He never allowed the damaged to suffer unnecessarily nor did he sink so low as to allow them a slow tortured death. The agony he saved for their tormentors for the defenseless he simply helped send them to the next world as painlessly as possible.
As he stood beside the beautiful young girl, no more than eighteen or twenty, her features so much like his young daughter, he found his answer. He would turn her; his venom could heal her and he could have a companion, a partner and apprentice who could help him in his quest to redeem his soul. Her words had renewed his hope. He would be seeing his family one day. He had been on the right path. He closed his eyes and a joy and peace he had not felt before in this undead life entered his being. As he looked down on her still figure he relished the thought. From now at least he would not be alone and he could teach her his way of life.
The doctor entered the room, stopping short as he saw him standing by his latest experiment.
"Sebastian?" the doctor called arrogantly. "This room is for senior hospital staff only!"
Sebastian turned, ready to pass judgment. He could smell the instant that fear began rolling off of the weaker man as he finally got a good look at his face, at the hard, handsome features and the bright red eyes. Sebastian let loose his own demon, though still tightly leashed getting him poised for attack.
"You have wasted and corrupted the gift that is your life with the torture of the weak." He spoke just above a whisper menacingly; his voice deep and filled with contempt. "I declare you unworthy of the life you have been given and I sentence you to death." He had reached the doctor before he had a chance to react, cradling the right side of his head and leaned in as if to kiss the man's neck. Instead he tore into the vain that lived there and fed, taking in the fluid that provided him his strength. Gripping him hard enough to break bone and cause as much pain as he could he took the doctors life with little satisfaction, he had planned a drawn out torture for him, but his anger at his failure was too much to wait. As the doctor died in silent agony he let the body fall to the floor. As he reined in his demon the girl stirred behind him. He waited a moment before turning not wanting to make any mistakes, wanting to be sure he was still in full control.
"He's coming!" the young girl whispered in terror "He's coming now!"
For once confused, Sebastian turned and moved towards her releasing her bindings while ignoring the smell of sweat and filth that clung to her.
"Hurry," she whispered blindly, "we don't have much time!" Terror permeated every word.
Sebastian stopped; there was no one she needed to fear. He was stronger and faster than any of her tormentors. Then he smelled it, pulled into the small room by the stale air circulating in through the transom just above the door. Vampire! There was a vampire here and he recognized the scent. It was James! How? Why was he here?
"Old man I don't take insults so easily…" As if in response to his silent query, James called "I think we need to talk this over," he continued, menace and laughter ringing in his voice. "You've hurt my feelings!"
Sebastian had talked of his life with the two young nomads, in his short time with them, of his mission, his quest and had not hidden his distaste of the way they lived their second lives. He had tried to make them see the responsibility that they held because of their strength, power and longevity. James had laughed and called him a fool. It had been a mistake to seek out his own kind, which was why he had quickly left their company saying that they would simply agree to disagree.
"Where are you old man," James continued, his voice and scent getting stronger.
Sebastian knew that the mate had to be around as well, the red headed witch, the one who had laughed as she had unashamedly groped her partner in full view of their guest, delighting in his tales of horror.
He needed to get the girl out of here and find a safe place for the transformation, far away from the approaching menace.
"Alice… Alice I'm so sorry… I… I failed you! I don't know how he found me or why," he whispered as he picked her up carefully. He swept silently through the dark corridors searching his mind for the quickest escape. As he looked into her young face, his resolve to save her strengthened. She was truly the image of his little Teiuc, though her eyes had been a different shade of brown and her skin had had a honey tone. He moved quickly wasting no movements in his determination to leave this place.
"He's going to be here soon, I just can't let him have you." His voice thick was with anxiety and fear. Fear that she would face the fate of so many other luckless humans at the hands of the two demons that now stalked him should he fail in protecting her.
As he reached the door that led to the stairwell he quickly swung it open, instantly scenting the female. Fluidly he turned back around before the door had even finished its opening swing. He headed down a connecting hallway and ran with blinding speed entering the room at the end of the hall. Doors would not protect them, he needed to get them out!"
"James, he's carrying a human," the female screeched laughingly.
"Ahh," James exclaimed equally amused, "a prize for our little game".
Carefully holding the precious life in his hands he took a chair and broke the window, not wanting to harm her by simply jumping through the glass with her in his arms. He flew quickly after, gracefully landing on the ground and immediately running through the grounds. Running with no destination in mind, he moved quickly, a blur speeding away from the two vampires who had yet to reach the window.
After a time he came into a heavily wooded area and stopped to give her the transforming bite. He laid her on the ground carefully and as chastely as possible lifted the side of her gown hoping to put the bite on her hip, but as he looked down to complete his task he stopped short. Lifting the gown completely he was horror struck, shocked at the site that greeted him. Her entire body was a patchwork of scars, no part left untouched. Resolved to finding as inconspicuous a place so as not to leave his more permanent scar in a noticeable area he bit her quickly allowing as much of his venom to flow into the wound as he felt he had time for before quickly sealing it. His bloodlust was not even present, as he tasted her just the instinct to protect flowing through him.
"I'm so sorry, little one, there is no other way…" He began to run again. "I must save you!" Lengthening his stride he shot forward holding the writhing figure in his arms for minutes... hours... days...
It had been almost three full days of running when he stopped again, he knew that he was still being pursued, but young Alice's transformation was coming to an end. Her body had writhed in agony but she had not once made a sound. Gently he placed her on the ground covering her up with leaves, though not sure why, it would not hide her scent. For the first time in his existence he was unsure of what to do, he needed to find a way to keep Alice safe. He was glad that he had fed so well at the hospital. It had allowed him to come this far. He had pushed himself beyond his limits to get her away, but now the burn in his throat was testament to his need to feed. He would do all he could to destroy the two vile creatures that hunted them and keep her safe, even if it meant his end.
"If we should part my little Alice… I hope you find joy in this new life, it is a burden and a sacrifice…" He paused not sure what to add, "but I hope it brings you more than your first has done." Quickly he turned and ran faster, than he ever had before, in the direction he had come from.
Soon enough he could hear them, they were not being careful to mask their approach. Why would they make him aware of their presence?
"Old man, you've given us quite a chase," James laughed speaking jovially, his voice never matching the horror of his intentions.
"You and your little human pet," the female cackled from the opposite direction.
"We had to stop and feed quickly, you quite ruined that meal for us," he continued, pausing as if waiting for a response.
Sebastian knew in that moment that his time had finally come. He could hear the whispers of his little family bidding him to come home, voices he had not heard in an age. Closing his eyes he hoped Alice would survive, hoped she would find meaning to this life. There was no more guilt or anger; all fear was wiped clean from him. He looked forward to finally being with his wife and daughter. He would fight of course, determined to give Alice every chance he could. His soul rejoiced for he would die as the warrior he had always been.
He turned slowly, the instincts that had been burned into him at his transformation told him of the female's intentions. She would attack first and try to hold him as James tortured and mutilated Alice. James wanted to see his pain. Alice was unimportant, simply a tool for his torture. Sebastian's plan was simple- he would run, leading them as far away from her as he could. Once the transformation was over she would be strong. Her time was close- he had felt the final rush of her body starting as he had left her. He would inflict as much damage to the two tormentors as his final act in this world.
During their escape he had whispered of his life to her, the tale of the loss of his family, his mission to salvage his soul. He talked of those few humans he had met on his journey who had seen him as savior and not demon. He told her of his one human friend Joseph who had helped him for over fifty years on his mission. He had first joined him with the purpose of avenging the family he had lost to group of marauders. He stayed with him after because of a deep respect and brotherhood they had found in each other. His friendship had taught him how to laugh again, how to remember his family with love just as Joseph did. He shared the dark time when his friend had died of old age, having been offered but not accepted transformation. He was buried near the spot where his wife and daughter rested. He had whispered softly the sacred location.
He talked of the families he had helped, who he tracked through the generations stepping in from time to time to keep them safe. He had helped thousands of families in his second life. The impact he hoped would make a difference when facing the judgment of his gods. And the last thing he whispered was his human name, Chimalli, remembered from many lifetimes ago. She never woke never spoke, simply writhed with the pain of venom transforming every part and cell of her body. But he knew that in her somewhere lived his story, maybe never to be remembered but there nonetheless, spoken at least once out loud into the world. He had lived. He had mattered. He had sacrificed and paid his price.
As he stood there waiting for the female to attack he plotted his course. The feeling of rightness washed over him once again. This was all meant to be, he was meant to save this girl. He was finally granted the means to leave this world with honor, an unexpected gift. Closing his eyes briefly he said a prayer to his gods asking for their guidance and strength, everything he needed to keep Alice alive and safe.
The wind whipped as the female attacked from behind, as he knew she would. Chimalli turned blurring as he faced her quickly he grabbed her arms jumping over her head and twisting them behind her, holding her before him he ran at his full speed. Her surprise so complete she was momentarily silent. Keeping a strong hold on both of her arms, the wind whistled past them as he pushed himself faster his momentum not allowing her to change their direction or hamper their speed. He had always been strong, always had a sixth sense to attack and strategy. Looking ahead he saw the cliff just above a rushing river.
Without missing stride, he jumped, tearing off her right arm as they fell, tossing it into the flowing river as hard and as far as he could. At the same time he changed his hold by encircling her remaining arm and torso as they fell into the water. He continued his run underwater reaching other side in seconds. Rushing between trees he did not hear James in pursuit of the female. It briefly occurred to him that he had never learned her name. It did not matter. Chimalli was sure Alice only needed a few more moments for her change to be complete but he would hold for as long as he could.
The sounds of pursuit resumed and Chimalli felt his time running out. He rounded a boulder with his screaming, writhing captive. He slammed her into the rock face with all his might as she cursed at him words he had never heard out of the mouth of a woman, further disgusting him with her lack of femininity. He shoved her onto the bolder bending her backwards in an effort to tear her in half but only managing to break her back, his strength waning. That would take some time to mend, he thought grimly. He heard James getting closer and quickly lifted the boulder dropping her in and sealing her underneath. She could free herself, but it would take some time with a broken back and a missing arm he almost smiled at that.
Turning he began to run again relishing he knew for the last time the feel of the wind whipping by him and the smell of the sun and the trees. The world he had come to appreciate in his silent moments of meditation and reflection. Then James fell on him from above pushing his face into the ground as he grabbed both his arms and pulled them back. He had found a perfect ambush in the trees.
"You turned her!" James screeched almost reaching the pitch of his female." You've taken my prize!"
He screamed. The air was filed with a sound of twisting metal as he ripped Chimalli's arms off with a brutal, hard strength. "I was only going to play with you," James lied, "but now I will destroy you!"
Chimalli closed his eyes knowing his head was next, the pain meant nothing. His thoughts rested briefly on Alice and then centered on the faces of his wife and daughter. Giving his last prayer to the world, he said his farewell and started on his passage home.
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