Free Campbell's Reaper: Soul Reapers #2 by J.D. Lowrance Page B

blood. My trembling
fingers on both hands made contact with my face, traveling over it and into my
hair where I felt a knot the size of a golf ball. No wetness or dampness which
told me no bleeding from the head or face. Thank
God.
    I must have stayed conscious long
enough to actually roll into the impact.As the fuzziness started to
recede, I took in my surroundings wondering what the fuck just happened. God,
my body felt like it had the one time I was thrown from my bike. Holy Shit. Images
of Sunshine, the gas station, and then the SUV assaulted me as everything came
into crystal clear focus. It took me three tries to get up and even then I
bellowed as pain raced through my body making me feel sick to my stomach. I
hobbled up the side to the road. My arms and legs protested against my brain ’ s
commands but I powered through when I closed my eyes and saw Sunshine ’ s
face.
    “ Sunshine, ” I yelled, waiting and
praying for a response. “ Campbell. ” The only sounds were from
my thrashing about as I got up to the road. Breathless and hurting everywhere I
took in the scene around me. I grabbed my side as I struggled to catch my
breath. My wheezing and the grating of my ribs told me they were badly bruised
possibly fractured. There were only two things I could see clearly; my messed
up bike and the two red taillights growing smaller as the SUV drove my life
away from me.
    The moon lit my way as I limped towards
my bike, taking in the destruction. The guardrail ’ s
hold on it was too much for me as I tried to walk the bike backwards and out of
the wreckage. Shit. I reached into my pocket, then the other, for my
phone but came up empty. “ FUCK, ” I roared into the night,
coughing and wheezing as I tried to catch my breath. I am a worthless piece
of shit.
    My eyes sought my only connection to my
Sunshine. The two red specks were both calling and taunting me at the same
time. I took a deep breath as I felt the anger, the wrath, boil my blood. This
dark feeling was something I was used to and had not felt since Campbell lit my
world. My inner-Hulk was nothing compared to the demon inside who now took
notice and was fucking pissed.
    The guard rail never knew what hit it
as I wailed away at it with my feet, my fists, and my rage. I fucking owned it
by the time I was done. The bike easily moved away as I gave one final tug. A
quick inspection told me that my bike had seen better days but could ride if
she needed to. This bitch is always willing for a ride.
    I grabbed the two helmets before racing
off after the SUV. The wind ripped through me, hammering at the scrapes and
scratches all over my body, drying the new blood that spilled from my work-out
on the rail. Nothing was going to stop me from saving Sunshine. Nothing.
    CHAPTER
TEN
     
    Campbell
     
    Muffled laughter was the first thing I
heard as I slowly returned to the living. My head was throbbing hardcore. It
was as if my heart had moved from my chest to permanently reside there. What
the hell happened? My brain was struggling to catch up as I slowly cracked
my eyes open taking in my surroundings. My nose caught up before my mind as the
potent smell of mildew hit me, making me gag as I tried to sit up. My progress
was stopped midway when I felt my wrist get tugged back towards the headboard.
    Fuck me! Second time tonight I was fucking tied to a piece of wood, only this time it
was a headboard. And not just any headboard, the fake kind that was nailed to
the wall and did not connect to the bed.
    Well shit. I
needed to get the fuck out of here. I quickly scooted up to sit up against the
headboard, tugging on the rope around my wrist to no avail as the door to the
motel opened. The brightness from outside was shocking against the darkness of
the room. I lifted my unbound hand to try and help block some of the brightness
and saw two silhouettes entering the room.
    “ Well, well, ” came a nasally voice,
followed by vile laughter that made me wish I was anywhere but