Free Age of Mystics (Saga of Mystics Book 1) by Chris Walters Page B

called back to his nephew who was wandering through the house looking for valuables. Craig walked in from the hallway with that moronic look on his face he carried at all times. “Grab her feet, we are going into the rain.”
    “To the basement?” Craig smiled like they were going to see a pony.
    “No, not to the basement, idiot. Now that basement is full of water and a floating cop, ain’t it? You are so stupid.” Craig just looked down and followed his uncle’s lead as they took Kim out into the rain. The pouring rain was enough to wake her and she began to struggle. Alton always loved the struggle of his victims, it was like foreplay. The next house was about a hundred and fifty yards behind them, so he would go about seventy-five, rape her, make her watch him slowly kill the dimwit and then gut her like a pig next to a tree.
    As she struggled, Craig dropped her legs. Alton slapped her in the face, “Oh keep struggling you little bitch, I like it that way. I am gonna do you in every hole, then my idiot nephew is going to do the same, and we are going to leave you naked and tied to a tree so everyone can see. You will learn to mess with Alton Tooney.”
    Alton wanted her to know it was him, her fear was almost to the height of its possibilities. He grabbed her hair in one hand and an arm in another and listened to her try to scream, it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. He found what he was looking for, a clearing within ear shot of the next house, but far enough that they wouldn’t find this mess for a while. He dragged her up against a tree and threw her roughly down onto the ground. “Hold her feet, moron.”
    As Craig held the woman’s feet, Alton stuck his knife under her blouse and slowly cut it from her body. Her sobbing and gasping were delightful; this was working out better than Alton could have hoped for.
     

CHAPTER TWENTY
    Walking up to the door of the target store, Adam could see that it was double locked. The store had strong locks on the doors and a gate pulled down and locked behind that. On top of that, they had apparently managed to get all of the carts inside before locking up. Target, it seemed, was a bust as far as their purposes went. It was not flooded, but there was nowhere to go to truly get out of the rain. For the moment, the overhang was providing some shelter, but it wasn’t much as the occasional gust of wind would splash them with a strong spray. Adam felt like he was on the beach during a tropical storm.
    “The high school?” He asked, turning toward Cal.
    Cal shrugged. “I don’t see any other option.”
    Each member of the group sort of sighed and steeled themselves to head into the torrent of water and wind again. Ellen began the walk out front on point and Cal just smiled. Adam knew that his old boss liked anyone who showed initiative. They all fell in line and moved out toward the highway.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
    Ted stared out the back door into the rain. It had been pouring for almost twenty-four hours. It would be dark soon. He really didn’t want to look the same way out the front window, where Kate was, she might notice that he was also growing concerned. Where Kate was worried something had happened to her husband, and worried she would never find her son in all of this, Ted was worried about something else. Ted looked at this rain in a traditionally dry area, and knew what that meant. It meant flooding, it meant washed out roads and bridges. Without the power or communications, he was worried they would be stranded here much longer than he had provisions for. Rich had run through the rain back to his chapel to collect some clothing, some more food and some gear to get through the nights and days. He hadn’t returned yet.
    Ted was surprised to see all three dogs rise, almost as one and stare into the rain. He saw the hair on the back of their necks stand up, and as one body, they ran full sprint into the woods behind his house. He opened the door to try to