Prologue
257 Words
Prologue
My fists beat at my temples, my head screamed at me to kill, and the room spun like someone had ripped open the door to Pandora’s box. I clawed at the walls, ignoring the pain of my torn nails. I smashed the chair against the table and yanked the camera from the wall then gathered up the wire. Quickly, I wrapped it around my hands, ready to take on Doyle.
I shook my head to clear the screams, and the demons swung from bone to bone like an army of apes about to swarm their prey.
No windows, no air, nothing.
Pure, untamed adrenaline coated my insides, destroying any trace of good left in me.
I popped my neck and felt the blood rush away from my palms. Back and forth I shifted my weight, ready to fight. Ready to get the f**k out of here.
“Ahhhhh!” I couldn’t keep in the madness. Chaos gnawed at my nerves.
The smell of blood lingered in the air, a promise I intended to keep for myself once he showed his face.
I rubbed my head vigorously in an attempt to keep it together.
I didn’t lose control; this wasn’t me.
What was happening?
What was the holdup?
Where the f**k was Sam?
Suddenly, as if someone snapped on a light, the door opened, and Officer Doyle stepped in. He glanced up at me from the file in his hand.
The window behind him shook, and I allowed it to draw my attention for a moment.
There I sat, cool, calm, relaxed in my chair.
If only he knew the storm that raged inside me.
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