“Demons only chase you when you run.” His father had said.
The
recollection was as stagnant as the sweat that beaded upon Logan’s forehead. Its stench filtered through
the metal mesh that held him. Fear gave way to claustrophobic panic. The
machines’ plunger had pressed down far enough that he could only move his legs.
He tried to gain leverage against the steel door with his knees, forcing his
back against the side and pressing outward. The mesh door bowed slightly but
held fast.
If
the plunger drops any further, he thought… it’s mockery to stop it short!
“You’re
not real!” he shouted.
A
hollow hum began to resonate. Metal against metal echoed through the chamber.
Searing pain built up along Logan’s
spine. His right arm and leg shattered under the pressure exploding bone shards
through his skin.
Logan was thirteen when
his father spoke of demons. He had no idea what was meant by them then. He knew
now. He knew it too late. In all his imagination he wondered; is this really
the way I’m going to die?
Intro to Scarlet Reign
By M.L. Falconer
4 comments:
Ohhhh…. very spooky, Mel! Love it! Very intriguing!!!
Thank you L.J. That means so much! I'm exited that you like it.
Makes me want to read it. Might have to read during daylight though.
;) lol I hope it's creepy enough to make you check under the bed. Thanks for visiting Elisabeth.
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