Free Mystery's Choice (Vengeance Of The Fallen Book 1) by Tanya Simon Page B

the truth!”  Kim started sobbing, “Please you’ve got to believe me!”
     
    “I will research your story, Ms. Owens.”  Sam stood and walked towards the door and opened it. “I’ll call you if I have any questions.”
     
    Kim stood and walked out the door.
     
    “Kim, if you need to talk or you find any more evidence…” Sam touched her arm “You have my card. We just don’t have much to go on….”
     
    “They’re gonna get me.”  Kim turned away and walked through the door, “I guess then you’ll believe me.”
     
    Sam watched her weave through the chaos of the squad room and wondered.
     
     
     
     
     
    Kim tossed the glossy teen magazine she was reading across the room in frustration. She stared unseeing at the television, not hearing a word of the cheery sitcom. The wind banged the shutters against the house and Kim jumped.
     
    “Get a hold of yourself, girl.”  Kim muttered to herself.
     
    She stood and began pacing her room. Sighing, she walked over to the phone and picked it up.
     
    “He doesn’t care and he didn’t believe you.”  She told herself, putting the phone back in the cradle.
     
    She screamed when the lights went out in her room. She could see light coming under the door from the rest of the house, so she went towards it.
     
    Kim bit back a scream when something touched her ankle, something cold and slimy. She took a deep breath and started walking, only to trip over a lump on the floor. Kim caught herself with her arms before her face hit the floor.
     
    She gasped when laughter came from the darkness of her room. A cold slimy band grabbed her legs and began pulling her back further into the room. Panic filled her mind. Snakes. The floor of her room was a writhing mass of snakes. She could feel them slithering along her side and through her hair.
     
    The light flared to life and she saw what was holding her legs. A serpent’s tail as wide across as her body firmly held her legs. Kim followed the tail around her room, her eyes widening in terror at the very human head on the serpent’s body.
     
    The snake eyes peering out of the face watched her in myopic glee. Kim tried desperately to free her legs, but with every twist the hold got tighter and tighter until her legs broke and she screamed in agony. She could see the bones glistening in the light. The smaller snakes flocked to the blood from her legs, slowly, covering her entire lower body. Eventually her lower body was lost beneath them. She reared back in pain and saw the head leaning down towards her, venom dripping from its enormous fangs.
     
    “Ssssuch tender meat,” it hissed.
     
    Kim screamed. She choked, gasping for air as the serpent’s jaw distended and the giant mouth full of razor sharp fangs encompassed her head. She had the dim thought she could no longer feel her legs, and she was gone.
     
     
     
     
     
    Moonlight desperately fought the thick shadows for small glimpses of the running cloaked figure. The soulless chants of the damned chased the figure down the deserted street.
     
    Long, trembling fingers threw back the hood of the cloak revealing green eyes huge with fear, set in a pale, flawless face. A single crystalline tear escaped Abigail’s glowing eyes as she frantically searched the deserted street for sanctuary.
     
    After catching her breath, Abigail continued her flight down the street, trying doors, banging on windows, praying to the God she had spent her life blaspheming for someone to help her. She began to weep when the door to a church opened and soft welcoming candlelight spilled out. God had heard her prayers and he would answer them.
     
    As she stepped through the door, light caught in her golden hair, surrounding her bent head with a halo. Slowly, she approached the altar with the hope of salvation shining in her eyes. Abigail murmured prayers she had heard in the minds of those she had fed in the torture rooms over the years as she knelt on the altar steps, closing