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"An Epic romance destined to be the next cult classic."
They moved as wolves too a kill, stalking and hating. Waiting for that one moment, that one perfect moment, when she would fall. Whimpers fell and cries echoed too masked faces, shadows danced against the moonlit trees like ghosts. Herding and keeping her moving, wearing her down. Boots hit the ground, branches broke beneath them. Shadows leapt over downed trees with skill. Flashlights cut through the forest like beacons as they moved in. Hoots and hollers echoing through the woods as ghostly reminders of what was hunting her.
Her body bruised and bleeding, she dropped to her knees. Blood ran in a steady stream down the front of her face, attracting hungry insects, as she batted them away. Her terrified eyes gazed out into the dark, searching for them as they approached. "Why me why me?" she whimpered over and over as she pushed her exhausted body into the brush, trying to hide. She froze as footsteps crushed the thick cover of leaves and brush. The shadow of a man as he searched for her. Come on out, angel. We know youre here somewhere sweetheart. You cant hide from us forever. She gazed up at him from under the brush, his breathe showing with every exhale from the black hockey mask. Flashlights flashed behind him, giving him an eerie glow. "I can wait a long time. However, youre bleeding. Youll attract every bear, wolf and mountain lion that gets a whiff of that sweet blood of yours. Is that how you want too die? To be eaten alive? I'll tell you what. You come out now and I'll take you home. Well forget all about this." his charm slid from his lips like venom. She knew he was lying. "It'll be so much worse on you if the others get too you first. You know that."
She trembled and whimpered, then froze. Hoping he hadnt heard her. He hadnt. He rolled his head back and cracked his neck, his hand grinding on the handle of baseball bat. "Okay. Have it your way." he chuckled and began too walk away. "You'll wish you had taken me up on my offer."She watched as he disappeared into the surrounding woods. Her hand pushing her sweat soaked hair aside as she cautiously moved out from the undergrowth. Trying to breathe as her lungs began feel crushed, brush tore into already bruised torn flesh, burning and stinging, as sweat rolled into the open wounds.
He chuckled as he gazed down at her, startling her. Swinging the bat down, then leaned on it. As more shadows approached, he swung the bat up across his shoulders, gripping it on booth ends. "I told you, you were mine." She jumped as she gazed up behind herself too see him standing there. He jumped down as she scrambled up to her feet and stumbled, turning to face him. "I expected more from you. For you to be smarter than this. I guess I expected too much." He swung out at her, she stumbled back as the end of the baseball bat just missing her face. Then the wind it created moved passed her face, making her jump. "Move faster." he swung at her again with a cocky chuckle. She jumped back, her chest heaving hard. Much better. "Ready? This time I bet you go down." he made a false move, startling her again. Jumpy are we.
"Let me go home!" she cried out, terrified.
"Sure. Anytime you want." Moody grinned under the mask, his long wavy dark hair flying out in the breeze. "How do you want too go?" she choked hard as he moved closer. The others stood silent as they watched them.
"I wont tell. I promise." she begged him, cautiously raising her hand to him. "I wont tell."
"No. You wont." he swung out with horrific force, smashing her hand. The sound of her bones breaking as she screamed and hit the ground, holding her broken arm. Her cries became riddled with pain and fear, almost screaming at times as they watched her suffer. Moody walked up and stared down at her. "Time too go home." he growled, suddenly swinging the bat with ferrous force.
"The first book was simply amazing and I just couldn't seem to wake up from it, it stayed with me, I lived and breathed the first book.
Reading it over and over again. Always looking for bits I missed, tiny things that made the puzzle fit, finding the unexpected secrets hidden deep into the pages. Constantly trying to get into the mind of the writer, who bleed into this amazing masterpiece. Describing her as gifted is selling her short, theres gold dripping from those fingertips. " 4/2010
S. Woods
