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If I can raise enough funds at KickStarter, then this sequel will make it to print. It sounds so simple, doesn’t it? I would like to share an unedited first draft excerpt for you to enjoy while you mull over clicking the KickStarter link and support an indie author get published. Please read the following with a thought in mind, the parenthesis holds a place for the lucky ones to have their name immortalized. So here we go:

A hand grabbed hold of his shoulder and pulled (him) into that menacing darkness. The sure grip held tight as more hands balled up swung at his upper torso. They rained down on him like jack hammers beating concrete. (He) tried to block as much of the punches as he could but it brought stinging pain to his arms where they hit.

Barely able to stand on his own two feet, the one holding his shoulder let go to watch him crumple to the ground. He could not believe that one hand was the only thing keeping his body from falling the whole time. “That was for ruining our beloved man-servant,” a hauntingly cool voice spoke out. The man speaking brought uncontrolled shakes to (him) after a glint of white flashed sharpened teeth for just a second, “Now, we take out our own vengeance on you!”

Beneath the sinister depth of those shadows grew a growl deep within it’s chest. He was not sure what to make of this man, but he was sure human no longer had anything to do with it. Abruptly, silence prevailed and (he) felt the last moments of life tick loudly in his ears that never came.

A quick flash of light was barely visible beneath his tightly shut eyelids as he had prepared for the killing strike. Heels scraping across asphalt urged his curiosity to break the hold the fear had of dying and open his eyes to see what was happening. The bright light earlier had only lasted a few seconds dropping everything black into pitch blackness – apparently to daze (his) attackers. Faceless shapes stood out from the opening leading to the street beyond, lit by stray headlights of a passing car. He counted four shapes instead of the three originally there.

Another set of headlights revealed one person fending off the others.

To his eyes the bodies of these attackers blurred in an out like a bad twilight zone episode. One minute standing out of reach, the next minute dropping out of the sky to pounce. The weirdest thing to (him) was the almost complete silence of the whole fight. A swish of clothes here or a faint grunt there could be heard above the otherwise din of silence.

It was eerie.

The occasional smash of a body hit the brick wall or a trash can collapsed under the weight of a fallen body was the only other sounds made. They all moved too fast for his eyes to keep up with the action. He just hoped the stranger came out on top, Unless he also means to harm me.

The lone savior to his predicament fought valiantly against the malevolent shapes.

Shapes.

(He) could no longer bring himself to call them human any longer. When the things rebounded off the walls to attack they crouched down on all fours before pouncing toward the prey. No human could do that, thinking in amazement as he watched it unfold before him.

When one appeared in midair, the stranger drove an object from somewhere in his jacket, sharpened to a point at its tip, into the creature’s chest. It was the only time any of them made such a distinct sound. Nails scrapping across a chalkboard could not compare to the ear-piercing howl it made after the stranger’s deed. A second leaped out of the air appearing like the rest in blurred fashion to find the same fate as the first. The third tried to escape with little success. A brilliant bar of blue light shot out from the stranger’s hand disintegrating the body in seconds.

It has to be some military style laser gun to do that. Seen it in movies I think, (he) mulled over in his head.

Then it was over.

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