Sky Red, Kestral Volta [always you kirsty moseley TXT] 📗
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voice and then the creaking of floor boards. Uric backed away to the window when Annie’s parents burst through the door. Uric held the gun up and watched as their faces turned to a look of horror. Annie’s Mum reached for Annie and her Dad came rushing forwards. Uric was still backing away, when his foot hit something hard and the next thing he knew, he was falling into empty space. There was a gunshot, but it was far away and Uric suddenly had no control over his body. Another gunshot. Silence.
A heavy thump, a crack and then black...
Annie looked down at Uric’s body from her window and then she gazed down at her parents. She knew they were dead. She knew there was nothing she could do. Nothing she wanted to do. She just sat, sobbing.
“Annie.” whispered Alley. “I’m sorry. We had to do it. We’re sorry.”
Her words were cold and Annie hated her. All Annie could do now was hate.
David looked down at the knife in his hand. He gazed at the blood on his clothes and hands. He looked up at the bloody mess. What had he done? He’d done exactly what Crewe had done. He’d become overcome with grief and anger and wanted revenge. He may have taken one sick killer off the streets, but he’d just created one more. At least Jimmy had been avenged.
He took one look at Crewe’s head, the body that lay in an ocean of blood and intestines and he sickened.
He wondered outside. It was raining again. He liked the rain. He watched as the light spray created a red mist. Leaning against the wall, David gazed out into the distance.
It may have only been for a second, but he could have sworn he saw two figures-a girl and a boy- walking off into the rain.
Yes, Jimmy was avenged.
3 days later...
Josie hated it when Kevin drove. She hated shotgun, but he insisted he drive for an hour or so. Boy, would she be glad when that hour was over! She despised his silly, little rules, such as ‘Driver gets to pick the music’ and ‘Shotgun has to map-read’. And, most of all, she absolutely loathed Metallica!
It was because of this that she loved him so much.
So Josie made do with gazing out of the window at the clear, blue sky, when she was suddenly aware of the car slowing down.
“Hey, you may not trust my map-reading skills, but this is the right way, I’m telling you!” she turned to Kevin, who was staring, wide-eyed out of the front wind-screen. She followed his gaze to a line of bright, red police tape stretched across the road, beyond of which was a throng of black-clad policemen and several white tents, surrounded by a dozen white, police cars.
Kevin got out of the car and Josie followed, keeping close behind him as they approached the road-block.
“Hey, what’s going on, can’t we pass this way?” Kevin asked a nearby policeman.
“No, sorry, the whole town’s off-limits. You’ll have to follow the diversion.” He answered.
“What’s happened?” Josie blurted. She couldn’t help herself. Gossip to her was what a cigarette was to a smoker.
The policeman turned to her with a solemn expression. “I’m afraid most of the town’s gone mad. About 80% of the population think that the sky has turned red and the victims that aren’t running wild seem to be reliving some horrible past memory. Some guy killed his girlfriend 3 years back and, whatever this is has brought that memory back to life. It’s resulted in several deaths. The portion of the town’s population that hasn’t been infected has been evacuated and we’re still trying to treat this...this...whatever it is.”
“Oh, oh well, I hope everything goes according to plan!” Josie smiled at the policeman, who returned her grin. Her and Kevin made their way back to the car.
The diversion wasn’t a long one, but took the best part of half an hour and Josie was beginning to feel very frustrated. Kevin put it down to tiredness, but she just kept getting crabbier by the minute. Just the sound of his voice was enough the send sparks of anger shooting up her spine.
In the end, they stopped at a youth hostel and got a room for the night. Kevin was asleep when Josie went to the window. She stood there, gazing up at the sky.
Kevin stirred. “Hey, Josie, come back to bed.” He mumbled.
“You have to come and see this!” she whispered.
“What, what is it?” he asked, slightly annoyed, but getting out of bed all the same. “I see nothing.”
“No! Look, at the sky!” Josie pointed.
“What?”
“It’s turned red!”
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A heavy thump, a crack and then black...
Annie looked down at Uric’s body from her window and then she gazed down at her parents. She knew they were dead. She knew there was nothing she could do. Nothing she wanted to do. She just sat, sobbing.
“Annie.” whispered Alley. “I’m sorry. We had to do it. We’re sorry.”
Her words were cold and Annie hated her. All Annie could do now was hate.
David looked down at the knife in his hand. He gazed at the blood on his clothes and hands. He looked up at the bloody mess. What had he done? He’d done exactly what Crewe had done. He’d become overcome with grief and anger and wanted revenge. He may have taken one sick killer off the streets, but he’d just created one more. At least Jimmy had been avenged.
He took one look at Crewe’s head, the body that lay in an ocean of blood and intestines and he sickened.
He wondered outside. It was raining again. He liked the rain. He watched as the light spray created a red mist. Leaning against the wall, David gazed out into the distance.
It may have only been for a second, but he could have sworn he saw two figures-a girl and a boy- walking off into the rain.
Yes, Jimmy was avenged.
3 days later...
Josie hated it when Kevin drove. She hated shotgun, but he insisted he drive for an hour or so. Boy, would she be glad when that hour was over! She despised his silly, little rules, such as ‘Driver gets to pick the music’ and ‘Shotgun has to map-read’. And, most of all, she absolutely loathed Metallica!
It was because of this that she loved him so much.
So Josie made do with gazing out of the window at the clear, blue sky, when she was suddenly aware of the car slowing down.
“Hey, you may not trust my map-reading skills, but this is the right way, I’m telling you!” she turned to Kevin, who was staring, wide-eyed out of the front wind-screen. She followed his gaze to a line of bright, red police tape stretched across the road, beyond of which was a throng of black-clad policemen and several white tents, surrounded by a dozen white, police cars.
Kevin got out of the car and Josie followed, keeping close behind him as they approached the road-block.
“Hey, what’s going on, can’t we pass this way?” Kevin asked a nearby policeman.
“No, sorry, the whole town’s off-limits. You’ll have to follow the diversion.” He answered.
“What’s happened?” Josie blurted. She couldn’t help herself. Gossip to her was what a cigarette was to a smoker.
The policeman turned to her with a solemn expression. “I’m afraid most of the town’s gone mad. About 80% of the population think that the sky has turned red and the victims that aren’t running wild seem to be reliving some horrible past memory. Some guy killed his girlfriend 3 years back and, whatever this is has brought that memory back to life. It’s resulted in several deaths. The portion of the town’s population that hasn’t been infected has been evacuated and we’re still trying to treat this...this...whatever it is.”
“Oh, oh well, I hope everything goes according to plan!” Josie smiled at the policeman, who returned her grin. Her and Kevin made their way back to the car.
The diversion wasn’t a long one, but took the best part of half an hour and Josie was beginning to feel very frustrated. Kevin put it down to tiredness, but she just kept getting crabbier by the minute. Just the sound of his voice was enough the send sparks of anger shooting up her spine.
In the end, they stopped at a youth hostel and got a room for the night. Kevin was asleep when Josie went to the window. She stood there, gazing up at the sky.
Kevin stirred. “Hey, Josie, come back to bed.” He mumbled.
“You have to come and see this!” she whispered.
“What, what is it?” he asked, slightly annoyed, but getting out of bed all the same. “I see nothing.”
“No! Look, at the sky!” Josie pointed.
“What?”
“It’s turned red!”
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Publication Date: 05-09-2011
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