Authors: Alexia Purdy
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Genre Fiction, #Horror, #Dark Fantasy, #Urban Life, #Science Fiction & Fantasy, #Fantasy, #Coming of Age, #Sword & Sorcery, #Urban
Amplified
By
Alexia
Purdy
Amplif
ied
(Reign of Blood #3
)
Copyright © March 2014 by
Alexia Purdy
Cover Design by Stephanie Mooney
Poem ‘Amplified: The Curse’ © March 2014 by Alexia Purdy
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This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictitious and are products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual events, or locales or persons, living or dead are entirely coincidental.
Table of Contents
Amplified
(The Curse)
A wary glance at ruined walls
Etched
inside, much shunted blame
Every moment,
a tick of passed time
Consumes, leaves my
sky in flames
The curse above the desert floor
Wars of lesser things in disguise
And life stolen from their core
Reluctant chosen of blood and lies
Down the path
, through masquerade
I
’ll avoid the fate of death
Unrelenting promises which I
’ve made
Evolve
to killer to give them breath.
Hunter or prey, neither kind I evade
Spill of blood
drained by me
Worlds collide, empty days
Amplified and pressed into me.
Feel Human
Twang!
The sword vibrated through my fingers as it hit the hard metal shielding of the door. I was almost ready to install it into the frame where a door had fallen off its hinges. It’d been temporarily fixed until a metal one could be found and welded into place, but the rusty hinges had finally given in under the pressure of one feral mob, crumbled under their weight. Elijah had woken up to find his little sanctuary in utter chaos. I’m sure he hadn’t expected to get ready for the day only to find a mini-hive waiting for him on the first floor of The Palms Hotel & Casino. Imagine the rude awakening of finding him in full battle, already covered in dirty Zompire blood and mad as hell.
I
’d offered to pick him up that day from The Palms. His penthouse was perched at the top of the massive high-rise, hence the reason I’d been able to witness the full-blown mess. At the appointed time, I’d made my way into the bottom floor of the place, already getting a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach when I found the rusted metal doors knocked to the side and bent out of shape. It just so happened he was getting off the elevator to meet me and ran right into the lingering horde of bloodsuckers. It was lucky for both of us that the other had gotten there at the same time, or one of us alone might’ve been feral chow for the small but overwhelmingly hungry numbers in this little hive.
They were vicious, almost too violent for my taste. They moved faster tha
n most did at this stage, so I knew they had recently fed on something alive. I’d usually find a small pocket of ferals in a starved, slow and harrowed state. Not this one. I slammed my sword against the metal, feeling its vibration in my grip after decapitating one of the Zompires. I couldn’t help but feel bad for this sudden invasion into Elijah’s abode.
It
’d been my fault. I’d haphazardly tapped the pins back into the hinges the day prior, not even taking the rust and erosion of the metal brackets into consideration. That’s what Elijah got for dragging me into his home improvement projects. I was a warrior, not a Home Depot junkie. That’ll teach him.
Unfortunately, if we didn
’t make it through this assault, I wouldn’t get the chance to chew him out for making me screw up like that.
I ducked as one of the ferals
jumped at me, sending him flying through the air and right into one of the columns. His body hit with a dull thud, disorientating him but for a moment as I rolled and pushed myself off the floor, gained my footing and ran toward the atrium. I hoped the damn bastard would follow me. This one had at least two feet and almost two hundred pounds on me.
Where the hell was Elijah?
I didn’t mind clearing out the crud and taking out the trapped ferals in the Casinos we’d set traps for. But this, this was ridiculous. It felt like an entire cluster of them had taken residence during the night, stuffing themselves in the tiny corners and hidden nooks of the place. Where the heck had they come from and what had they chowed down on to be so strong? It made me shudder to think that someone was now dead because of this group. Obviously they weren’t stupid. Something about them was off in how smart they were. Why had they gathered here? Had they noticed how well taken care of it was and ventured in here to find a tasty human or two?
Whatever had led them here, they were a pain in my ass now. I turned to see if the feral with the huge biceps and dirty blonde hair that hadn
’t seen a shampooing in a decade, neither had his entire body seen a bar of soap in ages for that matter, come to a stop at the edge of the light. He snarled and looked up. The sun beamed down hard into the main casino atrium where an old fountain stood empty and some greenery Elijah had managed to convince to grow. It was the only thing keeping me alive as I took the moment to catch my breath, bent over my knees and huffing. The air vibrated with snarls.
Damn!
I’d have to figure out how to outsmart this particular creature. His red eyes widened, flashing fangs dripping with gore from his recent messy feeding.
Eww
. That was attractive.
I strai
ghtened and held my machetes up. “Come on! Not such a big bad wolf now, huh? Afraid of a little bit of sunshine?” I reached down to grab a chunk of cement debris which littered the casino floor. I flung it straight at him, hoping it would anger him enough to come sailing into the light after me. It hit him hard on the chest before bouncing off and ricocheting against a slot machine next to him, shattering the plastic face above the wheels and knocking it to the ground. The creature snarled even louder, exposing more of his disgusting teeth. He roared with a vengeance, thrashing at the chairs around him before picking one up and flinging it at me.
What the hell?
I jumped to the side, landing hard on a mess of gravel and rocks, feeling my skin painfully scrape right off. When I came to a stop, I made sure he was still far enough away from me before squeezing my eyes shut and pressing my lips tight. The pain was delayed, but it came rushing across my skin and down my synapses like an atom bomb exploding across them. I gasped, and tears squeezed from between my eyelids.
I huffed out a breath and opened my eyes, glaring at the beast with distain.
“Okay, then. Don’t want to play nice, huh?”
“Quit toying
and kill it already!” Elijah hollered. I looked up to see him decapitate another feral right before a second one slammed into him, jamming him against the wall. “Oomf!” he huffed, the breath knocked out of him.
Crap!
I stepped toward him, but the feral crazy waiting for me scrambled to stand between us.
Great. Just wonderful.
“Do you mind? You
’re in the way.” I held up my machete, readying to bum rush the bastard and swing at his neck once I was closer.
The thing
didn’t flinch at my warning gestures.
“Don
’t say I didn’t warn you,” I yelled. I took off toward him, holding my blade to the side and ready to slice him up. He bent his knees, looking more excited the closer I came. He was overly confident that I’d be running into his arms and letting him rip my throat out. More reason to shudder. I let the sun caress my head, loving the warmth it gave me in the cold interior of the neglected building. Winter was over, but spring hadn’t exactly jumped in to take over the show. Anything hidden from the sun was still radiating a frosty chill.
Thwack!
I swung the blade, hoping the momentum would get at least a good way through his thick, burly neck. It hit right where I’d wanted it to, but the damned creature grabbed the blade, which wouldn’t come back out of his neck easily. I didn’t let go as it loosened the blade, ignoring the blood and gashes in his own hands as he pushed on the metal. I pulled away, but my blade wouldn’t budge. Not wanting to find his meaty fingers back on me with just one blade left, I hacked against his neck with the other machete, over and over, but his neck was tough, and I’d managed to just make hacking marks across it without much momentum. He rotated with me as I arched back, holding onto the blade near the hilt to swing me faster. If I let go, I’d go flying into a wall myself. If I stayed gripped onto the hilt, I’d be just within his reach in about five seconds.
Decisions, Decisions.
“A little help here!” I grunted, hoping Elijah wasn’t as busy as I was. If he didn’t get to me, I’d have to let go and fly into whatever object wanted to meet me. It didn’t sound fun, but it was my only option left. I braced for impact, trying to get a glimpse behind me and hoping for a safe landing. As the burly Zompire dropped one hand off the blade and reached for me, I took the motion and let my body sway into it, letting go of the hilt of my stuck machete while my legs desperately tried to find footing.
I scurried backward
, turning to see where I was headed. My second machete went flying from my fingers as I lost my balance. My feet flew out from under me, and I was pretty sure I was going to land hard.
A flash
of white skin made me glance up as I fell forward, still stumbling to gain traction. My mother, Helen, was standing in her loose jeans and a flowing blouse that seemed to ruffle in a soft breeze. I was headed right for her, into her awaiting outstretched arms.
“Mom?” I gasped as my body turned, heading for the impact.
Instead, Elijah’s arms encircled me. His strong, warm muscles and broad chest met my face instead of my mother’s arms, instead of hard concrete and pain.
“Gotcha.” He grinned
and propped me back on my feet before turning to face burly Zompire.
“Elijah?” I stared at him, confused and swinging my eyes around to find my mother again. “But Mom was just there, she was just standing right there…
.” I found the spot I’d seen her standing and gulped. I was losing my mind.
“What?” Elijah
only half paid attention as he smirked at the Zompire, just within reach of the light that shielded us now. “Come on, tough guy, it’s more fun picking on someone your own size!” He let out a grunt as he started sprinting toward the beast, hunting knife in hand.
That was something, watching Elijah grab the man like he was a rag doll and saw the hunting knife through the tangle of arteries, jugular, tendons and bone. It almost made me sick from the bloody messy he was making, and looking like he was enjoying it with a mad gleam in his dark eyes and
a wicked grin on his face.
Mom?
I looked away, still unconvinced that I had been seeing things. My breath returned to me as I found nothing and was able to turn back to Elijah, standing at the edge of the light, drenched in blood, gore and chunks of flesh, huffing air in and out. The smile was still on his face as he continued to stare down at the burly Zompire’s body. It lay in an unmoving heap, mangled beyond recognition.
“You all right?”
I could barely nod, but I did. “Yeah. How about you?”
“I think I need another shower.”
My nervous chuckle came out choked, like the sound from a squashed duck.
“You don
’t look so hot.” He wiped his blade on one of the downed ferals.
“Thanks.
” I leaned against one of the pillars, still scanning the surroundings for her. “I thought I saw my mother.”
“
Mind playing tricks on you?”
“
Yeah, probably.”
I found my blade and gripped it. Looking around for
any more ferals, I saw that they were all dead. A bloody machete skittered across the floor, landing at my feet.
“Found your
other blade.” Elijah winked and walked back toward the elevator, where I knew he was headed to clean up and change, as if nothing had happened. I was left in the desolate silence of the casino atrium, letting the heat of the sun bring me back to life.
If that had
been my mother, why had she flashed before my eyes and disappeared without saying anything? Why was she even there?
I pressed the tears out of my eyes and felt the warm liquid as it slid down my cheeks. I ignored t
hem and grabbed another downed Zompire, dragging it into the sunny atrium and letting go before the flames burst across its skin and consumed the last of its rotting flesh. Even the burly one, who’d almost slammed me into wall art, was no match for the UV rays as I finally managed to drag his heavy mass into the light.
I worked like that
for a half hour, cursing at Elijah for leaving me the mess. Maybe he needed his own space, too, but this was calming to me, piling up the bodies and watching the flames consume the last of them.
My mother had also been consumed by the flames. The fire had taken t
he last of her light, and with it, some of my own as well.