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Her reaction is awful and instantaneous. Her body jitterbugs for a terrible, violent second, and then something flashes through her. When it’s done, she falls apart, ashes scattering across blood-spattered marble.
I run. More screams follow me, but they die one by one. Afraid of getting lost in Michael’s gigantic home, I return to the window and crawl out.
By the time I reach the Mercury, the snubnose still clenched in my fist and my lap slick with blood, the cloud has started billowing out of the mansion’s windows. Shelly tries to examine my wounds, but I yell at her to drive, just drive, goddammit.
She speeds away from Michael’s home, and Hell follows.
Shelly walks me into the motel room—a flop worse than my place back in the city—and I sink onto the bed. I’m cold, freezing, and the only warm things in the room are Shelly’s hands against my face.
“It’ll be all right,” she tells me, and I’m happy she cares enough to lie.
“Maybe…for you.”
“Don’t say that.”
“I’ll say a lot more, babe.”
Her hands leave my face, and suddenly she’s busy ripping up sheets that have probably seen more sex than soap. “We just have to get you bandaged up,” she says.
“No!” The shout runs a spike of hot iron straight through me, and I scream.
Shelly freezes. “Baby?”
“You gotta go.”
Her lips tremble. I know what she wants to say.
“I can’t let…you die with me,” I tell her. “I’m not gonna make it anyway. Besides, I…I did this so you could get free.”
Shelly stands there, tears running down her face, and I can tell she’s full of love. When she mashes her lips to mine, it’s the most welcome kiss I’ve ever received.
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you. Now go.”
She kisses me again and disappears out the door.
So that’s it. I listen for the Mercury’s engine, for the sound of tires peeling away over hot asphalt. When I hear it, when I know she’s safe, I close my eyes and listen for the other sound, that rumble that turns into a roar.
Soon, the light begins to flicker, only this time it’s nothing in the room. It’s the sun. Everything shudders.
As I wait for Hell to arrive, I think of Shelly, of her pale skin and dark curves. I think of what I’ve done for her, and I think of everything I’d do if I could, and the last blister on my heart breaks.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Nate Southard is moody, shy, lanky, bald, and has bad skin. When he isn’t writing scary stories, he’s probably cooking Thai food or fried chicken. Seriously, he has something like fifty fried chicken recipes. It’s ridiculous. He recently discovered coffee-flavored ice cream, and it’s ruling his entire world. Did you know if you mix it with chocolate ice cream, you can kinda make mocha ice cream? Nate does!
Nate lives in Austin, Texas.
He sucks at skateboarding.
www.natesouthard.com
AKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Stories can break you. They’re so much more difficult than most anything else you can do. Or maybe I’m exaggerating. I’m not sure, because I just ate a big meal and the food coma is trying to drag me down.
Anyway, I want to give a big thank you to the various authors who read many of these stories and helped me make them better: Lee Thomas, Paul Tremblay, Kelli Owen, Bob Ford, Maurice Broaddus, and Brian Keene. They helped me grow by leaps I didn’t know I could make.
Also, I want to thank some of the editors who originally published these stories and gave them their first shot at life: Ellen Datlow, Richard Chizmar, Paul Goblirsch, Brian Keene (again), Shane McKenzie, Todd Robinson, and several others I’m sure I’m forgetting. I hope you’ll forgive me. Please see above food coma note.
Finally, a special thanks to you for reading. You’re more awesome than this damn food coma.
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