Body of Water
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Acid rose in my throat just at the thought of what Leven had done in this very room. I’d pleaded with the men not to hurt him but they’d ignored me and started throwing their weight around. Leven sprang to life when he saw Bugbee advance toward him.
Now the men were dead and I was fucked.
I needed an exit. There was a fire escape outside the bedroom window. With Leven blocking the front door it was my only chance. I pushed myself to standing and headed towards the hallway as carefully as I could, picking through the men’s remains and not taking my eyes off Leven for a moment longer than I had to.
The hallway remained dark as I crossed the threshold and flicked the light switch. The power was out. Fuck. I looked around but could see nothing except the bedroom and bathroom doorways. If I tripped over anything I’d alert Leven to my presence and run the risk of being attacked. Just as well the lights were out after all. Now, all that stood between me and my only possible chance of survival was twenty feet of open space.
Cautiously, I took a step forward, and then another and another. I was just about to break into a run when I felt hands on my shoulders. Leven spun me around and the look on his face buckled my legs. I fell to the floor.
Leven towered over me, blood covering his face and teeth.
I suddenly felt awe at the sight of him. Raw power emanated from his core and his blue eyes glowed - fucking glowed - in the darkness.
Leven widened his stance and, behind him, I could see what was left of Bugbee’s head, a trail of grey matter splattered behind the broken lump.
I felt like I was drowning.
“What happened to you?” I was so scared my voice cracked as I asked the question.
He raised his arms above his head and I saw the glimmer of metal in his grasp. “What happened to me?” His hands rushed downwards. “You.”
About The Author
Stuart Wakefield was born with a creative drive and studied at art school before branching out into fashion design, theatre set and costume design, semi-professional stage acting, and direction.
Seeking wordy inspiration has always been a part of his daily life. With some fellow writers he founded Writebulb, an open and supportive community of writers based in Essex, England.
Stuart has written for print, web and screen and is happiest when writing about men who love men.
You can find out more about Stuart and connect with him at
http://www.stuartwakefield.com