Demontouched: The Demontouched Saga (Book 1) by Douglas Wayne Page B
Authors: Douglas Wayne
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not the death penalty is even legal. By then, depending on whatever shit storm God has planned for us here, they’ll probably just jab the needles in their arm themselves.”
“Trial?” The Sergeant laughs. “Son, the only judge you are going to see is Saint Peter. If your beliefs are true.”
It doesn’t take long for the pain to hit. Fists with a side of feet.
Or was it feet with a side of fists?
Doesn’t matter. Eunie isn’t happy. The darkness finally takes over.
I sat in my usual chair, at my usual table at Charlie’s.
I just got through hell week at work. A dozen deadlines for our various products all due back to back to back to friggin’ back. I needed to get out before the next round of bullshit hit.
“I’ll take a Bud,” I told Eve, our normal waitress. She was one of the bright spots of Charlie’s. Her long black hair and amazing smile ensured that this part of the bar was always crowded on a Friday night.
Something tells me when the guys notice she’s been hiding a baby-bump for the last few weeks, things might change.
“You still don’t talk to Carla?” Mike pulled out his wallet.
“Nope. Haven’t had much time if I even wanted to.” I said, grabbing my beer.
Carla was a good woman, and gorgeous. I do still miss her, but I don’t miss her being around every waking moment.
“It’s just weird seeing you without her. How long were you guys together? Two years?”
“Four.” I downed my beer; I didn’t want to think about it.
“Any plans for the weekend? Dave and I are heading down to the lake in the morning. I have plenty of room down at the cabin.”
“I have to catch up on a few things around the house.”
It was only a half-truth.
I don’t want to play fifth-wheel all weekend. The lake was the place they would take their fling-of-the-week in hopes of getting some action. The only action I would be getting was a weekend Netflix binge and I could do that at home. I didn’t have to worry about rejection that way.
Eve walked by handing me my third beer of the night. I pop the cap and scan the crowd. My eyes stopped as I noticed her walking through the door.
She had a few of her friends with her, but they had nothing on her. She had long red hair that flowed halfway down her back and wore those dangling earrings that I would grow to hate, but would endure for another eight lifetimes if I could see her again.
And those eyes, those deep blue eyes.
“You awake Mitch?” Mike punched me in the arm. I nodded, trying to find her again.
Mike laughed. No doubt at my expense. “Guess Carla really isn’t in the picture.”
“It’s that obvious?” I take another drink.
“Yup.” He gives me a push on the arm. “Go get her, man.”
I couldn’t. It was going to take a lot more than three beers to break that barrier.
After a while, the constant razzing from Mike, and four more Buds I downed, my courage decided to show up.
Across the bar, I noticed her friend walking away with some guy.
This was my shot.
I approached from her blindside tapping her on her shoulder. Part of me wants to duck back into the crowd, but I’m not nearly fast enough.
She turned and looked me in the eyes.
“Hi, I’m Mitch.”
Even back then, I got lost in those eyes.
-2-
I wake up on the pavement with one hell of a headache.
Picking myself up, I try to remember where I am. I look around and notice a body dangling from a lamp, leaking out its intestines. Two more bodies smashed into the hood of one of the cars. There was even one that was stuck on a telephone pole in a way that would have made Vlad the Impaler proud.
Eunie had himself a little fun last night. I’m glad I don’t remember it.
I try to remember what I was doing to bring on the party when I notice a handcuffs on my wrists, the chain between them broken. I walk to the nearest body and grab his keys and free myself before grabbing my stuff off of the hood of the car,
“Trial?” The Sergeant laughs. “Son, the only judge you are going to see is Saint Peter. If your beliefs are true.”
It doesn’t take long for the pain to hit. Fists with a side of feet.
Or was it feet with a side of fists?
Doesn’t matter. Eunie isn’t happy. The darkness finally takes over.
I sat in my usual chair, at my usual table at Charlie’s.
I just got through hell week at work. A dozen deadlines for our various products all due back to back to back to friggin’ back. I needed to get out before the next round of bullshit hit.
“I’ll take a Bud,” I told Eve, our normal waitress. She was one of the bright spots of Charlie’s. Her long black hair and amazing smile ensured that this part of the bar was always crowded on a Friday night.
Something tells me when the guys notice she’s been hiding a baby-bump for the last few weeks, things might change.
“You still don’t talk to Carla?” Mike pulled out his wallet.
“Nope. Haven’t had much time if I even wanted to.” I said, grabbing my beer.
Carla was a good woman, and gorgeous. I do still miss her, but I don’t miss her being around every waking moment.
“It’s just weird seeing you without her. How long were you guys together? Two years?”
“Four.” I downed my beer; I didn’t want to think about it.
“Any plans for the weekend? Dave and I are heading down to the lake in the morning. I have plenty of room down at the cabin.”
“I have to catch up on a few things around the house.”
It was only a half-truth.
I don’t want to play fifth-wheel all weekend. The lake was the place they would take their fling-of-the-week in hopes of getting some action. The only action I would be getting was a weekend Netflix binge and I could do that at home. I didn’t have to worry about rejection that way.
Eve walked by handing me my third beer of the night. I pop the cap and scan the crowd. My eyes stopped as I noticed her walking through the door.
She had a few of her friends with her, but they had nothing on her. She had long red hair that flowed halfway down her back and wore those dangling earrings that I would grow to hate, but would endure for another eight lifetimes if I could see her again.
And those eyes, those deep blue eyes.
“You awake Mitch?” Mike punched me in the arm. I nodded, trying to find her again.
Mike laughed. No doubt at my expense. “Guess Carla really isn’t in the picture.”
“It’s that obvious?” I take another drink.
“Yup.” He gives me a push on the arm. “Go get her, man.”
I couldn’t. It was going to take a lot more than three beers to break that barrier.
After a while, the constant razzing from Mike, and four more Buds I downed, my courage decided to show up.
Across the bar, I noticed her friend walking away with some guy.
This was my shot.
I approached from her blindside tapping her on her shoulder. Part of me wants to duck back into the crowd, but I’m not nearly fast enough.
She turned and looked me in the eyes.
“Hi, I’m Mitch.”
Even back then, I got lost in those eyes.
-2-
I wake up on the pavement with one hell of a headache.
Picking myself up, I try to remember where I am. I look around and notice a body dangling from a lamp, leaking out its intestines. Two more bodies smashed into the hood of one of the cars. There was even one that was stuck on a telephone pole in a way that would have made Vlad the Impaler proud.
Eunie had himself a little fun last night. I’m glad I don’t remember it.
I try to remember what I was doing to bring on the party when I notice a handcuffs on my wrists, the chain between them broken. I walk to the nearest body and grab his keys and free myself before grabbing my stuff off of the hood of the car,
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