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Sample
When Virgil Kain died, the last thing he expected was to wake up a few hours later. To find out that he was in Limbo and that God had a job for him was an even bigger surprise. By the time he had teamed up with a Demon and a Goddess, the stakes had risen far higher than he ever could have imagined and the adventure really starts.
A NEW KIND OF FANTASY/HORROR FROM AN UP AND COMING AUTHOR.
Sample taken from Chapter twelve.
She lead the way into what she had called Can's County, I took one look around and called it Shit Town.
One main roadway ran for about five hundred yards from one end to the other, like a main artery with smaller vein-like pathways spanning out in every direction between the run-down buildings.
"They tend to come out at night mostly and scour the area, taking scraps of food and clothing, anything they find is classed as fair game." Our tour of the amusement park known as Nod now had a commentary that I did not really want, but I felt that talking to us was helping her to keep it all together.
From the corner of my vision I could see tattered curtains twitching behind dirt encrusted windows; rotten doors opened only a crack, wide enough for the owner to see who was trespassing in their world. I tried to remain optimistic that none of the occupants thought that any of us would make a mouth-watering main course.
Unlike the civilised sections of the city, Shit Town had no evident sewage system. The smell of urine and excrement was overpowering, you could almost taste it as it ran down gullies cut into either side of the road. Elsewhere piles of the stuff sat rotting in the heat as flies buzzed around hungrily, excited at the eternal supply of free sustenance.
Amongst these piles I was surprised to see something I had not seen back home for years, white desicated turds and they were prolific, everywhere I looked I could see in differing shapes and sizes, the elusive albino crap. This whole town was one big fucking festering toilet bowel and we were trudging through the sediment at the bottom of the U bend. Noticing that I was taking an interest in my surroundings Imogen had started with the talk-through again.
"They crush it up and mix it with tobacco; it s highly potent and very addictive." I felt bad enough stepping in the mess and she had to go and tell me that these sick bastards smoked it.
Up ahead, sat at a bench made out of old crates outside a shack made of a very similar material was a woman with a young girl sat on her knee, both watching us intently through scab encircled, misty looking eyes as we approached. Their skin was black with dirt, the mothers face was covered in pus-seeping boils that she insisted on scratching, sucking the viscous liquid from her finger and then moving onto the next pustule. The girl was sucking her thumb whilst rooting around her left nostril with one finger, buried up to the second knuckle and struggling to dig even deeper, every now and then once she had mined a big enough load from her nasal passage she would remove both the digits from their respective holes and transplant the mucous build up from the finger to the thumb and then plant it firmly back in her mouth and continued to suck away, the finger now working up the other side of her nose seeking further goodies.
"Spare any food mister?" Against my better instincts I stopped to face them and shrugged, holding out my hands to show them that I had nothing on my person.
"I'm sorry we are all travelling light." As I tried to explain I could hear Imogen behind me saying, "No". At the same time the young girl removed her hand from her face and smiled at me revealing a mouthful of brown, hand sharpened teeth.
She leapt from her mothers lap with unexpected speed, her jaw wide as she took my thumb and a decent portion of hand into that piranha-type mouth and clamped down with the force of a sprung bear trap, the deadly incisors sinking into the flesh with a tearing sound. Under other conditions I would have screamed in agony but my new found abilities luckily prevented me from suffering any pain, but she hung on stubbornly, refusing to release her vice-like grip. The mother was howling hysterically, rocking back and forth on the bench as I stood there with a nine year old cannibal wrestling with my arm like a dog with a bone.
"For fucks sake." I picked her off of the floor and attempted to shake her loose but she clenched those teeth even tighter.
Wragging her from left to right, trying to dislodge her I took the mace and swung it directly at her. It struck horizontally across the middle of her back, the power behind the blow folding her torso backwards as it severed the spinal column with a snap. Her mouth went into a spasm and the teeth wrenched through muscle and cartilage, biting the thumb off as she slumped into the shit-filled gutter. I could not move as the girls mother started to shriek like a banshee. All I could do was look down at the girl at my feet, a child shattered and broken by my hand.
"Snap out of it Kain." Lucy slapped me hard, the blow clearing the tears that had started to form.
"You had to do it, don t think you re guilty of anything or none of us are going to make it out of here."
The woman had now got to her feet and was coming towards us, a roughly cut and finely honed slither of metal in her hand and a look of pure insanity on her face. Doors had started to open along the road-side and neighbours were coming out into the morning sun, covering their eyes and squinting against the brightness. Before they could realise what had happened all three of us started to run for the far end of Shit Town, at least another two hundred yards away. The crazy parent followed us, shouting incomprehensively about what she was going to do to us when she caught us and the rest were now becoming accustomed to the light and joining her in her quarry, I could see us ending up on tonight's menu. I felt fingers glance off my neck and chanced a quick look behind me just in time to see that she was about to drive the knife into the back of my head. I dropped to my left, landing on one knee and whip-cracked the mace at her legs. Her ankle exploded on impact leaving her bare foot imbedded in a fresh motion and her leg a bloody, ragged stump. She balanced on one leg looking at me.
"Bastard." She stammered that one simple word and then fell, face-first into the crap-covered road.
Imogen and Lucy had already reached the exit at the far end and I increased my speed, leaving the homeless residents of Shit Town behind me as they lost interest in us. They already had a starter and a roast dinner all sorted out thanks to me. They ignored the three of us totally as they carried away the two bodies to prepare for later.
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