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xantissaI am working on chapter 8th. I really am. If my muses keep talking I might even finish it soon.
to prove that I am working I got a teaser *insert evil grin*
There is going to be at least one original character in the story, maybe more depending on how the plot develops. But this particular OFC is needed to solve the possessed!Sam mystery, so I hope you'll forgive me. But she won't appear before the 9th chapter.
So, enough rambling. This teaser hasn't been betaed and is barely 375 words long. if you want' you can read it here:
Teaser
“John?” At the sound of her voice, John straightened out, his hand going to gun hidden under his coat.
His friend sounded awful. Her voice was shaky and unsure. She sounded like she was bleeding. Hurt. Almost confused. And he couldn’t remember ever hearing her like this. Vulnerable.
“Missouri? What happened? Are you all right? Talk to me!” He insisted, gripping the phone tightly, feeling his heart pound and sick feeling in his throat. God, not her too. He had so few friends. He couldn’t afford to loose one. Especially not now.
Some more heavy breathing and then cough that made him wince in sympathy. And angry, dry sound that made him imagine whole chunks of flesh being ripped out of the lungs.
“Missouri?”
“Just give me a moment, will you?” She snarled at him, but it was weak and strained, like she barely had the strength to breathe. “I’m fine.”
He didn’t believe her, but the fact that she was still talking reassured him.
“Just tell me what happened. Do you need help?” He tried to stay calm and collected, but damn, he knew her for almost 22 years.
“Yesterday, I was thinking about your boy.” She said quietly, her voice still raspy and breathy, but steadier now. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being such a coward. You wouldn’t hesitate to help me. And I did. I’m ashamed for myself.”
“Missouri…” He started, surprised. He honestly didn’t blame her. It never even occurred to him. He knew her enough to know, that when he said she couldn’t help then she couldn’t. It wasn’t for lack of want, just abilities. He knew, she loved his boys as if they were hers. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. I understand that you can’t...”
“I can.” She interrupted, with surprising force. “And I did.”
Another cough, much worse than the one before. It took her almost three minutes to stop the painful coughing and by the time John was starting to worry if she wouldn’t suffocate or at least loose consciousness.
Then her words hit him.
“Missouri, what did you do? What the fuck did you do to yourself?!” He barely controlled his voice, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself in the little dinner.
the rest will be soon
to prove that I am working I got a teaser *insert evil grin*
There is going to be at least one original character in the story, maybe more depending on how the plot develops. But this particular OFC is needed to solve the possessed!Sam mystery, so I hope you'll forgive me. But she won't appear before the 9th chapter.
So, enough rambling. This teaser hasn't been betaed and is barely 375 words long. if you want' you can read it here:
Teaser
“John?” At the sound of her voice, John straightened out, his hand going to gun hidden under his coat.
His friend sounded awful. Her voice was shaky and unsure. She sounded like she was bleeding. Hurt. Almost confused. And he couldn’t remember ever hearing her like this. Vulnerable.
“Missouri? What happened? Are you all right? Talk to me!” He insisted, gripping the phone tightly, feeling his heart pound and sick feeling in his throat. God, not her too. He had so few friends. He couldn’t afford to loose one. Especially not now.
Some more heavy breathing and then cough that made him wince in sympathy. And angry, dry sound that made him imagine whole chunks of flesh being ripped out of the lungs.
“Missouri?”
“Just give me a moment, will you?” She snarled at him, but it was weak and strained, like she barely had the strength to breathe. “I’m fine.”
He didn’t believe her, but the fact that she was still talking reassured him.
“Just tell me what happened. Do you need help?” He tried to stay calm and collected, but damn, he knew her for almost 22 years.
“Yesterday, I was thinking about your boy.” She said quietly, her voice still raspy and breathy, but steadier now. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being such a coward. You wouldn’t hesitate to help me. And I did. I’m ashamed for myself.”
“Missouri…” He started, surprised. He honestly didn’t blame her. It never even occurred to him. He knew her enough to know, that when he said she couldn’t help then she couldn’t. It wasn’t for lack of want, just abilities. He knew, she loved his boys as if they were hers. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. I understand that you can’t...”
“I can.” She interrupted, with surprising force. “And I did.”
Another cough, much worse than the one before. It took her almost three minutes to stop the painful coughing and by the time John was starting to worry if she wouldn’t suffocate or at least loose consciousness.
Then her words hit him.
“Missouri, what did you do? What the fuck did you do to yourself?!” He barely controlled his voice, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself in the little dinner.
the rest will be soon
