Book Excerpt
At first, he went crazy with
it and bought candy, video games, and whatever he felt like. When Hank asked
him how he was going to buy a car when he turned sixteen since he kept spending
all his money, Sim went on a spending freeze. Apart from an occasional personal
reward, he saved every coin. Now, he had enough money to buy the car he wanted,
though it took him a whole year beyond his sixteenth birthday to do so.
Closing his eyes, he pictured
the car in his head. He was visualizing opening the car door when a scream from
up the stairs shattered the vision. Panicked, he rushed upstairs. Never in his
entire life had he heard someone scream like that. It held so much pain he
couldn’t imagine what it must feel like. Mounting the top of the stairs, he
peered down the hall towards Hank’s room. It had to be Hank. There wasn’t
anyone else here, but the scream was so… inhuman. He wasn’t sure it had been
Hank.
Taking measured steps, he moved down the hall to the door
to his dad’s room. It was open a crack, as it always was, and Sim paused outside
to listen. Someone breathed roughly — like each breath being forced out of a
tight chest, huffing and blowing. It was louder than it should have been and
once again, heart pounding, he thought of his dad. Reaching for the handle so
he could throw it open, the door was ripped from its hinges, like it was made
of cardboard and not the solid oak it was, and tossed away into the room to
crash further into the room with a loud crash! Something he had never seen
before came through, it’s bulk blocking the doorway like the moon blocks the
sun in an eclipse.
It appeared bearish, like they
do when they rear up on their hind legs, but something was different. Its
shoulders were located differently, as if the front legs were more like arms.
To further this appearance, where the paws should be, there were elongated,
beefy fingers, ending in wicked looking dagger-like claws. Its back legs
appeared more capable of allowing the beast to use only its hind legs to walk.
Examining its legs, he noticed something more shocking. Shredded strands of
blue and white cloth dangled down from the creature’s waist, like streamers,
hung from a blue waistband stretched to its limit. Sim recognized it because it
belonged to his father. It was his favorite sweatpants he frequently wore to
sleep in. Noticing all this in seconds, the creature’s right claw smashed into
him. Slamming into the wall, it was the last thing he remembered.
Standing deep within the alley
was some sort of humanoid — it stood at least twice her height, somewhere over
three meters tall, and broad of frame. Its body seemed to shift from green to
black, but was made of large scales from head to toe. Its legs were lighter
color on the inside as was the abdomen, chest and under its neck. Its neck
swept out into a long snout filled with teeth, gleaming as the flash's light
struck them. Red colored eyes sat on either side of its head.
She had no problem realizing
this was the creature everyone thought was the killer croc, because that was
what it was like; a crocodile, standing on two legs. Another reason she figured
this was the killer which had Sydney in a panic was the fact it was in the
process of eating its latest victim. Its powerful arms held two halves of a
body whose midsection was all but missing. Realizing now what those sounds she
had heard were, she resisted the urge to puke. Blood, gore and ichor dripped
from the gaping mouth of the creature as it froze from chewing. The flashes of
light momentarily blinding it.
Sylvia realized her
predicament and stopped shooting pictures. The alley went dark. Light circles
swam across her vision as the sudden darkness left her temporarily blinded.
Sylvia froze for a moment, not sure if what she had seen was real. She took
several steps back from the alley's mouth.
It emerged from the darkness
in front of her. As if from nothingness, the snout appeared first, followed by
its massive body, like a demon stepping from a portal from hell. Its eyes
locked on her and she could only watch in fascination as its inner eyelids
closed over the eyes, retreating under the outer eyelids. It was then Sylvia
knew she was going to die. Hopefully, the pictures in her camera would show the
world what was hiding in the city. This monster was like nothing she had ever
seen before, or heard of.
Like a slow-motion action
scene from a movie, she watched as the creature’s right hand reached backwards,
before slowly coming forward in a terrible arc towards her head. As the arm
slashed in front of her she heard, detachedly, four hollow booms, and she
caught flashes from her peripheral. The creature about to end her life rocked
back as bullets ripped into its flesh. Sylvia saw two bullets bury themselves
into its chest, one in the arm and the other in the abdomen.
Blood sprayed her, warm
droplets of red rain, as the creature whipped around. Sylvia felt terrible
pain. Flipping over, her head struck the pavement as its tail whipped around,
catching her legs and knocking them out from underneath her. Head throbbing in
pain, she watched from the pavement. The thing escaped with lightning speed
down the alleyway. More shots were fired as one cop ran to the entrance of the
alley firing into the dark alley in hopes of striking the beast. The other cop
knelt in front of her. Holding on to consciousness long enough, she heard the
cop call for an ambulance.
About the Book
Title: The Awakening: Part Two
Author: Michael Timmins
Genre: Fantasy
The world is awakening
The monsters of myths and fairytales walk among us.
While Clint, Shae, Kat and Blain awaken to their powers, the others have too. Realizing that they are not like everyone else, and that they aren’t alone.
Samuel, who was once known as Syndor, has managed to survive all these years preparing for Kestrel’s spell and her arrival.
While Clint, Shae, Kat and Blain awaken to their powers, the others have too. Realizing that they are not like everyone else, and that they aren’t alone.
Samuel, who was once known as Syndor, has managed to survive all these years preparing for Kestrel’s spell and her arrival.
Five of the original eight bloodlines have awoken, but what of the others? How will their awakening happen?
Sylvanis continues to grow at a rapid rate, much to the bafflement of
her parents, but her body recognizes the need and responds. Now, she
must make a desperate gamble to call out to her Lycans, knowing Kestrel
will be able to find her if she does.
Blood has been spilled already, but the war has only just begun!
Author Bio
Michael
Timmins lives in Toledo, Ohio with his wife and two sons. His
inspiration for writing came from his many years making modules to run
for his D&D group. It has been a dream of his to one day get his
work published, and now with ease of self-publishing he has made his
dream come true.
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