Ok…So after sharing the introduction for one of my characters from one of the OTHER books that I’m working on, I got a lot of requests for a little more of it…so I decided to share another intro. (I think I’m SLOWLY gaining confidence in my writing and am becoming more open to sharing. So THANK YOU to all of you that offered some encouragement….It is GREATLY appreciated.)
Anyway, as I mentioned last time I shared from this particular book, it’s kind of (ok….very) dark. So be forewarned…it ain’t my usual happy go lucky writing style….
The first chapter introduces several of the characters that play major roles in the book. (I have to be honest with ya…even though it’s kind of dark, the concept is really cool)
First there is dreaming….
…sun filled dreams; wrapped in smiles granted by a high school sweetheart mixed with an awkward first kiss from some crush of a million years ago. This is where Trey found himself; sleeping a sleep so restful that he was subconsciously secure in the fact that when he’d wake up, no one would believe just how good his sleep was.
Then there is pain…
The pain is a white hot, fist clenching, teeth grinding sort of pain that snatches Trey out of his fluffy, pillow clouded dream with a start and flings him headlong into his new nightmarish, flashing neon washed reality. In this new found reality, there’s a man leaning over him from his bedside, slowly forcing a ten inch serrated utility knife through the bones of his chest. Trey can hear the sickening sound of the bones giving way with a muffled crunch as the knife bullies its way through; guided by the hands and weight of its sick, demented driver.
Sweat drips off the man’s forehead and falls to Trey’s face in thick, hot splashes. A few of them meander their way into his eyes; burning as they mix with his own tears as they force their way out. His assailant becomes fuzzy…
Trey lashes out; letting his hands flay wildly at his attacker; groping for any semblance of a defense against him. His attempts fall short as his hands can do little more than claw at his attackers clothes. His attacker is bigger than him….stronger than him and the blood squirting from Trey’s chest is taking what little strength that he had with it; oozing away, ounce by sticky, red ounce.
In the midst of this, Trey suddenly realizes that these are his dying moments. His nostrils begin to burn with the inevitability of his own death mingled with the smell of his own hot urine as it begins to escape him.
Trey tries to force sound through his throat; to scream for help… to spit a curse of eternal damnation to the worst pits of Hell for this maniac, but speech is no longer his friend, and the words won’t visit his lips. The intruder’s knife tickles Trey’s spine from the inside and his heart is seemingly forced to pump blood everywhere except to his muscles; his throat included.
His mind’s screams for help become translated into the sounds of chokes and gargling as his own blood betrays him; flooding his throat with warm, sticky death.. His will to fight begins to fade as the fog in his mind simultaneously begins to spread. Not even the fresh screams from his daughter’s room down the hall can stop it.
Finally there is darkness……………….