Dearly departed, scarcely lamented, deeply demented...
Dearly departed, scarcely lamented, deeply demented...
Derek picked the spot? Had he been hoping I'd be blinded by the morning sun and stumble off the edge?
No. Harsh truth was better than comfortable lies. It had to be.
Release the demon under promise that I'd be repaid handsomely, my enemies destroyed? Hmm, where had I seen this before? Oh, right. Every demon horror movie ever made. And the horror part started right after the releasing part.
There was no closing my eyes and sliding back into that blissful dream of normal. This was my normal now.
To distract myself from thoughts of my father, i decided to check out the dead body.
When I leaned a little too close to the doorway, my inner voice piped up, telling me not to be stupid. The guy with the bionic senses was better equipped for this.
With no chance to take off, I had to play my role, searching for the rendezvous spot, which gave me the excuse to look for an escape opportunity. Maybe a hole in the wall too small for ToriÆs mom to follow me through or a precarious stack of boxes I could topple onto her head or an abandoned hammer I could brain her with. IÆd never ôbrainedö anyone in my life, but with ToriÆs mom, I was willing to try.
A girl my age had been murdered in these woods and I'd seen her last terrified moments, watched her bleed to death in this forest. A life like mine had ended here, and it didn't matter how many times I'd seen deaths in movies, it wasn't the same, and I wasn't ever going to forget it.
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