Thursday, May 23, 2019
The vampires are celebrating after a successful battle. Andres makes a surprising pronouncement.
"Actually, I thought it took you far longer than I'd anticipated. You can be abysmally dull witted when you're dipping your wick in a new woman."
Andres moved so quickly, they hardly saw him. He grabbed Heinrich by the throat, lifting him off the floor.
"You dare to try a coup? You sniveling bastard! You were nothing when I found you! A gutter rat of a man, stealing your way across London. If I hadn't turned you, the bloody night watch would have killed you! And now, after all I've done for you, this is how you repay me? I could crush you!"
Heinrich fought hard to free himself. Andres dropped him on the floor. Ringed by security, Heinrich picked himself up off the floor.
"You arrogant prick! You lord over the rest of us because you were a minor, petty aristocrat nearly a thousand years ago! If that old sod of a vampire hadn't turned you after the botched dual, you'd be dust, forgotten."
"Are you finished?" Andres drew himself up seeming to vibrate from anger.
"I suppose, unless you'd like me to grovel before you kill me."
Andres grabbed the hapless vampire, fangs descending as he turned his head to clamp down on Heinrich's throat. Staggering back, Andres clutched his side, Heinrich's dagger wobbled in his chest. Pulling it out, Andres sliced Heinrich's throat, roaring with fury. Blood sprayed everyone in the room, bathing even the humans in crimson gore.
Heinrich crumpled to the floor, his head bouncing along the floor, landing at Phillida's feet. She kicked it away from her even as it began to degrade. The body and blood fizzled and hissed, falling to dust.
"Bloody hell," Silas said from the doorway. "You've ruined the canapes, Andres!" Muttering and grousing, he picked up the tray of dust covered food and carried it to the kitchen.
Silas' exit broke the tension in the room. Even Andres laughed as the large chef stomped off.
"So, Heinrich was behind all this?" Vincent said, glaring at the place where the body had been only seconds before.
"He'd been building his army for some time," Phillida said, shaking dust from her Jimmy Choo's. "He got too bold, greedy. He didn't want to wait."
"So it was his people who targeted us?" Drea asked. "Why?"
"He wanted you to go to Andres for help. He hoped to recruit you to his side when Andres refused to help. Only he didn't," Phillida replied. "Heinrich was so sure he could drive us apart. He was almost successful."
"Let me guess, he introduced you to Carley," Tommy said with a smirk.
"He did, at a party after a show. He knew exactly how to turn my head." He touched Phillida's arm with more tenderness than Drea had ever seen. "I'm sorry, Philly."
She kissed him, her eyes soft. "You're forgiven, Andres. If you ever betray me like that again...." She didn't need to finish that statement. Her meaning was implicit.
"What I don't understand," Kirk interjected. "Why kill Jay? He was just a fish monger."
"He figured out about the caterers," Andres replied. "He supplied them too. When the illnesses were blamed on bad fish, he did some investigating. He'd tried to contact me, but Heinrich intercepted the call and murdered him."
"What will you tell Carley?" Drea asked. "Surely this will break her heart?"
Andres shuffled his feet, cursing quietly. "She's young. She'll recover. I thought I'd call...."
"You won't!" Phillida said, horrified. "You'll go see the girl and apologize for leading her on. You'll do all you can to make that girl happy or you'll have me to contend with."
"And me," Drea said.
"And me," Margo added.
Every woman in the room glared at him angrily. Andres ducked his head. The men laughed, not unkindly, as their leader looked more like a child than a centuries old vampire.
"As you wish, my love."
"When is the wedding," Margo asked Phillida.
"It will take weeks to put together. You'll cater, of course?"
"And piss of Silas?" Kirk shuddered. "The idea of having that behemoth angry with me fills me with dread. How about we do the cake?"
"Acceptable," Philly replied, smiling for the first time in ages.
"We'll help you plan," Drea volunteered. "It will be the best wedding ever."
"With the exception of mine," Margo added. "But we'll wait until after yours."
Phillida laughed, hugging the women to her. She even hugged Sandra. "Thank you. All of you."
"So," Scott said almost too loudly. "How do we write this up? The missing persons aren't missing anymore. A lot of people died, but there's absolutely no evidence linking anyone with anything. We have a huge mystery and no official statement. What do we tell our lieutenant?"
"Tell him whatever you like," Andres said. "We'll back you up."
"Time to get creative," Scott said to Sandra.
"We'll think of something," she replied.
"In the meantime, supper's getting cold!" Silas bellowed from the doorway. "Do you not hear me? Are you deaf? I've been calling you the last five minutes."
"Coming, Silas," Andres said, offering Phillida his arm.
The rest followed, chatting happily. Drea and Kirk lingered a moment after their friends exited.
"So, it was Heinrich all along. How sad. I always thought he'd make a fine leader one day," Drea said sadly.
"You get treated like crap for long enough, you learn to fight back the best you can. Much as I hate to say it, Philly and Andres brought this on themselves. They treated him like scum."
Drea nodded. "But it's over and Tommy's one of us now."
"We make quite a quartet, the bunch of us."
"We sure do. The best caterers in the city—Barr Nunne."
© 2019 Dellani Oakes
at May 23, 2019
Tuesday, May 21, 2019
Can she set her fear aside and save Zach before she loses him to the darkness forever? His Soul to Save (Dark Knights of Heaven Book 3) by TW Knight
Soulless and exiled from Heaven the Dark Knights have spent millennia protecting humanity from Lucifer and his demons. But the longer they live the closer they come to joining Lucifer’s ranks in Hell. Their only hope is to find their soul keepers, and love. After an attack by a demon left her injured and weak Amber Fitzpatrick welcomed the attention and caring of her rescuer Jacob—until he turned into an abusive monster.
The night Amber flees the possessive, extraordinarily toxic relationship Jacob reveals his true demonic nature. Zach has more than Lucifer’s minions to contend with. Each day brings him closer to Hell. For fifty years he’s walked the thin line between sanity and giving in to his dark urges. Urges that go against his calling as a healer and a teacher. Every battle drives him closer to the edge, feeds his inner demon and pushes him to find a permanent solution to death. When Zach meets Amber he sees a chance for salvation. But Amber’s experience with Jacob makes her afraid to start any kind of relationship with Zach, especially discovering he’s not that different then the man she walked away from.
From a three-week voyage of more than 7000 miles from New Orleans to Buenos Aires in 1964 through an eight-day, 3258-mile round-trip drive between Evanston, Illinois and Clovis, New Mexico in 2017, whether in their prime or in their nineties, the Bedfords have packed a lot into their life's journey. Follow their inspiring story of faith and service, set in fascinating times and places in the Southern and Northern Hemispheres.
Back for her college reunion, Deputy Marshal Marice Houston doesn't expect to hook up with an old boyfriend. Nor, does she expect to be a witness to a deadly assault, which was motivated by a decade old rape case. Orson Roberts is dead, killed by the owner of the motel where she's staying. Was it really self-defense or was it murder? Can Marice discover the truth of what happened that night in Room 103?
Can Kate rise to these challenges, discover the truth and re-emerge as a stronger, smarter version of herself? The Long Road Home: Romantic Murder Mystery by Carolyn M Bowen
After a lifetime of being protected and sheltered by her parents, Kate is thrown into a state of turmoil after their sudden death. With nowhere else to turn, she finds herself living with her fiancé, a conniving businessman who is well on his way to becoming a corrupt super-lawyer. At the same time, Kate’s father’s law firm houses more secrets than a politician’s hard drive. Later, she receives a shocking surprise when a long-lost half-brother enters her life. Can Kate rise to these challenges, discover the truth and re-emerge as a stronger, smarter version of herself?
Life is sweet in The Sanctuary—until Lillian Harris is thrown the curveball of her life. Pain by Amanda Mackey
Lillian is perfectly happy cocooned within the lofty perimeter fence of The Sanctuary. Her Sanctuary—a vast oasis for rescued lions, tigers, and elephants. The animals are her world. So when Lillian’s dad tells her a nineteen-year-old criminal who’s fresh out of prison is coming to The Sanctuary as part of a rehabilitation program, Lillian is more than a little apprehensive. She interacts with animals more than humans—and definitely not criminals.
Justice Armstrong is more arrogant than a Silverback, but something darker lurks behind his eyes…
It isn’t until Justice swaggers toward her from the parole officer’s car—pierced, confident, and more than a little hot—Lillian knows she has her work cut out for her. His stare has the power to rob her of all thoughts. His words, although crude and nefarious, bring a part of her to life she never knew existed. How is this criminal suddenly turning her world upside down?
He has the power to drag her to the dark side....
Pain is his drug of choice, a vice he can’t survive without. Then he meets Lillian Harris. Little miss hellcat. Fiery, strong, and all woman. She challenges him at every damn turn, and watching her tame those fierce big cats makes his need for her that much stronger. He wants to do things to her…wicked things. She makes him crave pain in a whole new way.
When a teen with a dark past bumps heads with a feisty rescue worker, will it be love over lust—or a matter of life and death?
Phillida is a force to be reckoned with. She leads a charge at the front of the castle, with Drea, Margo and Sandra. Margo is called away to help Tommy.
"Tommy!" Afraid she was too late, she bit her wrist again, dripping more blood into his mouth.
Suddenly, he shivered and took a deep breath. Coughing and hacking, he struggled to sit up. Vestigial fangs brushed his lower lip and he ran his tongue over them experimentally.
"Tommy!" This time, full of joy, Margo hugged and kissed him. "I thought I'd lost you!"
"I'm okay," he said with a smile. "Wow, everything's different!" He looked around him with awe.
"Enjoy it later, kid," Nero said gruffly. "First we have to get the hell outta here and get you something to drink."
"You're still weak," Margo said. "Can the others walk?"
They nodded agreement, saying little. Struggling to stand, the less injured helped those in worse shape. Stumbling and tripping over one another, they headed in a tight group across the foyer to the front door. Phillida and the others had secured this part of the house, though fighting raged in other parts of the castle.
Once outside, a limo pulled up, the door popping open automatically. As many as would fit scrambled in behind Margo and Tommy. Nero, Kirk and Oded kept a watchful eye as the others loaded into other limos and headed back to Andres' compound.
Soon, the remaining occupants surrendered. Phillida had them gathered in the ballroom, secured with silver lined handcuffs. They were very subdued, some almost comatose. Andres appeared shortly after. Tattered and dirty, he'd been in the thick of things in another part of the castle assault.
"Thank you, Philly," he said. "We couldn't have done this without you." He kissed her. "Be my queen, Philly," he murmured.
"What of your little pet?"
"I've been a fool more than once," he said. "But it's time I settled down with a woman my own age."
Phillida laughed, accepting his proposal. Celebration would wait until later. Now, there were prisoners to interrogate. None of the vampires seemed ready to cooperate. There was no one better at extracting information than Andres. The messy business of questioning began.
Kirk and Scott hitched rides with other teams who had lost members. There were far fewer of them than had made the ride out. Thinking back over the battle though, Kirk realized that they'd fared better than he'd expected. The best part was that he and all his friends had lived through it. There would be huge gaps in their ranks, but they'd get past their sorrow. They always did.
Back at Andres' compound, they availed themselves of the hospitality of the house. They were given rooms and clothing. After bathing, the friends joined in the parlor. Even Scott and Sandra were treated like honored guests. Tommy was given his first dose of their medicine and a large glass of synthetic blood. At first, he was dubious of the liquid, but Margo took a sip, kissing him afterward so he could taste it in her mouth. Little by little, she persuaded him to drink.
"I almost lost you," she said over and over.
"I'm okay. I'm here with you now—forever."
Acting much like a newly married couple, they were making the others somewhat uncomfortable. Silas' entrance with a tray of canapes put an end to it. His loud, boisterousness made them all laugh as he castigated Margo for her antics.
"Stop acting like a school girl in heat," he boomed. "You'll make my souffle drop."
They laughed and teased one another until others joined them. Among the first to seek them out were the twins. Vincent was with them as well as Rubina. They shared a glass of blood mixed with brandy and enjoyed some of the canapes.
"I never thought I'd get out of that horrible place alive," Rubina said with a shudder. "It was horrible there. For the first few days, I was there alone."
"What did they want?" Kirk asked.
"We couldn't be sure," Vincent replied. "They tortured us but never asked any questions. It was as if they were toying with us."
"What happened to Gene," Tommy asked. "The first human they took."
Rubina looked sad. "They killed him," she whispered. "They wanted to turn him, but he refused. They ripped his throat out in front of us." She shuddered. "No one should have to die like that."
Heinrich joined them a little while later. Not long after, Andres and Phillida came in arm in arm.
"So, you've decided on Phillida as your wife after all?" Heinrich sniffed, annoyed by something. "I thought you were set on that insufferable child."
"A passing fancy. We all have them from time to time."
"Indeed we do. You more than some. I'm glad you've come to your senses at last." He raised his glass to the couple. "And you, Margo, a new pet to play with? How delightful for you."
"Thank you, Heinrich. Tommy and I are getting...."
"And you, young man." He turned to Scott. "Such a fine display of heroism today. Why you accounted for more kills than the rest of us combined, I warrant."
Scott blushed, ducking his head. "I doubt that, but thank...."
"Overall, quite the display of heroics. Too bad it takes a crisis to bring out the beast in us."
"Did you really think you'd get away with it, Heinrich?" Andres asked calmly. "Surely you knew I'd figure it out eventually."
© 2019 Dellani Oakes
Thursday, May 16, 2019
Thanks to Scott, they are able to breach the tunnel and find some of the captives. Tommy is among them. Someone drops a gas bomb, injuring Tommy badly.
"Call Margo," Kirk said as he watched the young man choke. "I don't think....." He gulped, not wanting to admit that his friend was dying.
Nero contacted Margo's team leader. Meanwhile, the crouched by the young human, guarding him against the others. So far, no one had found their hiding place. A few more vampires struggled up the stairs behind them, gasping and coughing. They had obviously been prisoners. Their clothing was tattered and filthy. Many of them looked like they'd been brutally tortured and beaten. For a vampire to show damage, it had to have been horrific.
Margo and Sandra joined up with Phillida and Drea before the assault on the castle commenced. Phillida had a laptop propped on the trunk of the car. Rapidly tapping keys, she frowned with concentration.
"Got it," she said with an evil grin. "On my mark!"
The vampire warriors fanned out around her. Drivers revved the cars as the others assembled on foot. There was no visible fence, but they knew that the barrier around the house was more effective than any stone or wire. There were sensors buried in the ground. If someone not wearing a special chip crossed the line, an ultrasonic sound was emitted, disabling the vampire in question. The sound had been known to kill humans.
Phillida hit the button on her laptop. Signaling her warriors, she advanced across the line. The cars surged forward, one vampire in each riding shotgun, laid down suppression fire as the others followed. Screaming like a banshee, Phillida led the charge.
Vampires appeared at every window and at the crenelated turrets on top of the castle, firing their weapons into the crowd. Many of their party were hit, some killed, their bodies dissipating in the breeze. A whirlwind of hatred, Phillida fired weapons with both hands, hitting everything she aimed at. Margo did nearly as well.
Drea wasn't as good as Margo, but she certainly was no slack. Sandra, who was a crack shot, felt somewhat intimidated by the skill of the other women until she remembered they'd all been alive far longer than she. Advancing quickly, they made the relative protection of the building's front. The opposition seemed to be concentrated on the roof, though there could easily have been people waiting for them on the first floor.
Moments after they reached the door, Nero yelled that they were being attacked from underground. Horrified, Phillida cased the area where they stood. The earth looked as if it too had been disturbed.
"Fall back! Regroup by the cars! I think they're under us!"
Heading back to the vehicles, more of the warriors were hit. Margo, Drea and Sandra dragged fallen comrades to safety. Phillida stood amidst the raining bullets like Robert Duvall in Apocalypse Now. And like that fearless commander, nothing hit her. She pulled something from her belt, tossing it over her shoulder toward the house as she walked back to the cars. A massive explosion rocked the armored limos and shattered the windows across the front of the castle. A huge, gaping hole appeared in the ground.
"Flash grenades in the hole," Phillida yelled.
A dozen grenades landed in the hole. Screaming and howling followed as the brilliant light took its toll. Once more, the assault team stormed the house, finishing off anyone that got in their way.
"Margo, where are you?" Kirk's voice held a note of panic.
"Coming in the front now."
He didn't have to finish. She understood.
He told her their position. With Phillida, Drea and Sandra running interference, Margo made her way to the stairwell where they hid. Phillida stood in the center of the great hall mowing down the enemy, reloading as quickly as she ran out. Drea ran with Margo, knowing her friend needed her more than Philly did. Sandra stayed with the vampire leader, following her lead.
Margo found the men hunkered down in the stairwell. Kirk and Oded joined the melee while Nero and Clovis stood guard over Margo and Tommy. Drea checked on Scott, reporting to Sandra that her fiance was alive and well.
Margo wasn't so lucky. She knelt by Tommy's side. His breath came in labored gasps, his pulse, weak and thready, raced. His color was terrible, pale and waxy. He was sweating, but his skin was cold to the touch.
"Tommy! Sweetheart, I'm here!"
"Margo," he gasped, trying to touch her face.
She grasped his hand. "You're gonna be okay, Tommy."
"No, I'm not, Margo. I got a lungful of gas. I can feel it eating away...." He coughed up blood.
"Turn him," Nero said gently. "He'll live if you turn him."
He couldn't speak, but nodded once. Closing his eyes, he raised his chin, exposing his neck. Margo kissed him, then let her fangs grow. Tears running down her face, she bit down. Tommy flinched, his body sagging as she drained his blood. Quickly, she bit her own lip letting a few drops of her blood trickle between his slack lips. For a moment, she thought he was gone.
© 2019 Dellani Oakes
at May 16, 2019
Tuesday, May 14, 2019
After waking up in hospital not remembering much about her accident, Kate is surprised to find Jake by her side.
Kate Fitzpatrick doesn't know if her intuition is a gift or a curse, especially when it involves her ex-lover, Jake Alexander.
Even though she hasn't spoken to him in five years, when he left her broken hearted, his return both terrifies and excites her.
And it doesn’t take long before she discovers that Jakes arrival brings with it a whole world of danger, betrayal, lies and an attraction so powerful, it still leaves Kate breathless…
Explore the scenic countries with Leah and learn of the native cultures and taste their delicacies. As a mixed race female, she placed prejudices under her feet and learned to recognize and accept love even if it was against the law.
It's small town Nebraska in the late 1970's and life in the small Midwestern town is quiet and uneventful. That's what Libby Marshall and Bobby Menedez think until Bobby's cousin, Ramon is beaten by a group of white boys. Racial tension is high after the beating and it's soon revealed that something quite evil lies hidden Under the Western Sky.
Character Quote from Under the Western Sky by Dellani Oakes
"The fact my little brother is tonsil diving with the girl across the street. Find a more secluded spot to feel her up, hermano. I could see you from the living room. What's Mamá going to say if she sees that? And Bitch Lady? She'll have the cops on you for statutory rape if you aren't careful," Maria scolded.
"I'm not eighteen yet."
"So? Neither is she. Who do you think would get in trouble? The nice Chicano boy, that's who. Remember who you are, Roberto Menendez, and don't you dare cross that line. Her mother may dote on you, and you may love one another with a love that transcends race, but the neighbors don't. You want to tongue f**k her, go inside. Clear?"
"Yeah, Mia. Clear."
"Good." Her tone and manner changed abruptly to polite conversation.
"Now then, did you have a good time?"
He chuckled, kissing her cheek. "Just about the best time I've ever had."
© 2018 Dellani Oakes
Soulless and exiled from Heaven the Dark Knights have not abandoned their duty. For millennia they’ve battled demons, protecting human kind from Lucifer’s servants. Less than a year ago hundreds of demons escaped Hell world-wide, stretching the Knights resources to their limits. Now they face the greatest challenge of all—discovering love.
Bass’ persona of hedonism begins to crumble when he meets Breanna. She’s beautiful, intelligent, a kick ass fighter and the vessel for his immortal soul. He knows he’s no good for her but no matter how hard he tries to make Bree hate him; she keeps finding a way into his heart. He’ll do anything to keep her safe even if it means giving up everything he is.
After their parents are killed by monsters, demons, Sam Thorn focuses his life on protecting his sister and hunting the creatures that changed their lives. Now he finds himself swept up in a world where he’s surrounded by monsters and at risk of losing his sister—something he cannot, will not allow. When the rage burning inside him breaks free Sam finds he is a greater danger than the monsters he fears.
Hogart once walked the halls of Heaven, now he battles with voices in his head driving him further and further into madness. Being taken in by his fellow fallen angels, The Dark Knights, is both a blessing and a curse. Their energy quiets the demon within him but now he is permanently housed with the twins Sam and Breanna. The voices insist he kill them; his heart says otherwise.
On the road to seek work in the cotton fields of Texas, an old Ford Model T truck breaks down and forces a change of destination that ultimately leads the protagonists to the Argentine Patagonia. Follow the anecdote-driven story of a devoted couple who spent their childhood in the U.S. Southwest during the Great Depression, met and married during World War II, and together undertook a lifelong journey of adventure and service.
Their presence known, the vampires find that there are others in tunnels underfoot. They lose one of their party, but manage to dispatch the attackers—for now.
"Probably. They'll wait a few minutes and come at us again. We may not get as lucky next time."
"I've got an idea," Scott said. "Does a flash grenade affect you like sunlight, if you're not protected?"
Nero and the others eyed him skeptically. Kirk held up his hand before the others could lose their tempers.
"Hear him out," he said calmly. "Go on," he replied without saying yes or no.
"Because if that's the case, we can access that tunnel and set off one or two to clear the way."
"We can't...." Nero said.
"Maybe not, but I can," Scott replied.
"There could be dozens down there," Kirk said. "I don't feel right putting you in that position."
"Will it kill them or disable them?"
The vampires exchanged an anxious glance.
"Depends on proximity," Cloves replied. "Those closest will fall to dust. The others will be badly burned."
"So, if I set off more than one, I can clear the way?"
They exchanged another anxious glance.
"Perhaps, but we can't follow and protect you," Kirk said.
"I know I'm not as old as you guys, but I'm not helpless," Scott said. "And I'm not scared. Well, I am, but I can do this. If we can get in this way...."
"Give him some," Nero said.
The other vampires dug in their packs and handed the human a half dozen flash grenades. With the ones he'd been given, he had nine. They knew what Scott suspected, not even the lotion they wore could protect them from the concentrated light.
"Help me dig in," Scott said.
The vampires dug into the ground. The earth was loose where Dietrich had disappeared. They lowered Scott into the hole, standing out of blast range. Scott had pulled the pin before they dropped him. Not knowing what he was getting into, was the most terrifying thing he'd ever experienced. He suspected he was probably surrounded. In fact, he could hear and smell the vampires, brushing against one as the dropped to his feet.
"Bleeder." They hissed and growled. One grabbed his shirt, trying to bite him.
Scott dropped the flash grenade and covered his eyes with dark glasses. He felt the heat as the weapon went off. Screams and roars of pain followed. He already had two more grenades ready. Tossing one ahead and the other behind as far as he could, he dashed forward on instinct and adrenaline. More screams and wails accompanied his wild dash.
Hands grabbed at him only to fall away. Figuring he was beyond blast radius once more, he lobbed another. Moments later, he came to a steel reinforced wooden door. He couldn't hear anything beyond it, but the screams and yowls of the injured vamps masked any sound. Fumbling with the door, he eased it open. He could tell there were more vampires inside. He could hear them and smelled their damp earth scent.
Terrified, he walked through the door and was miraculously unharmed. A voice spoke to him from his right. A faint light shone through what looked like a dungeon door.
"Scott?" someone whispered.
"Tommy?" He walked toward the sound. "I found him," he reported to the others. "The tunnel is clear. I'm in an underground room."
"We're coming in," Nero said.
The screaming behind him stopped abruptly, and Scott knew his friends had killed the injured vampires.
"Don't come any closer," Tommy said. "I think they've got the room trapped. "Wait for help."
Scott reported the information to the team. Soon, he was joined by Kirk and the others.
"Are you the only one down here?" Kirk asked Tommy as he and the team checked the area for traps.
"They've got the kidnapped vamps down here too. I talked to a couple of them earlier. They're in bad shape."
"And the other human?" Nero asked.
"I think he's dead," Tommy said sadly.
Sounds of fighting echoed down the stairs. The cavalry had arrived. Someone grunted over to the side and an odd smell filled the room.
"Oh, shit," Kirk whispered.
"What?" Scott asked.
"Go to the stairs. Tommy, get to the back of your cell. And try not to breathe too much."
Doing as they were told, the two humans found it difficult to draw a breath. Eyes watering, noses running, the coughed and gagged. Scott got halfway up the stairs before he collapsed. Nero caught up with him, dragging him up the stairs. He stood guard over the downed human as he tried to get his breath back. Several minutes later, Kirk and Oded carried Tommy up the stairs, setting him to one side. Clovis brought up the rear. Once he could speak, Scott asked what had happened.
"Gas," Kirk explained. "It's hard on us, deadly to humans. I hope we got him out in time."
Tommy didn't look good. He lay, barely breathing, in the alcove at the top of the stairs. Sounds of battle raged around them as Tommy gasped for breath.
© 2019 Dellani Oakes
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