Resurrection: A Dark Fantasy Tale (Kindred #1)

RESURRECTION

  A Dark Fantasy Tale

  By Zed Amadeo

  Copyright 2015 by Zed Amadeo

  www.zedamadeo.com

  DESCEND INTO A WORLD OF DARK MAGIC...

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  I thought I had been imagining the two floating dots in the distance, zooming across the night sky. Sitting in my car in a deserted parking lot of a local strip mall, during the twilight hours between night and day. Waiting for my sister Kayla to meet up with me there. Finding myself exhausted after attending another unremarkable party hosted by a friend of a friend. It would’ve been the scene from a typical Saturday night had it not been for those dots.

  As they came closer to me, I could see that they moved as if chasing each other. As they drew closer, I realized that they weren’t just dots. They were people. At this range, I could hear the awful names they were calling each other, goading each other on. I thought I was surely dreaming when I saw the broomsticks they were flying on. I blinked, rubbed my eyes, but when I looked back up, they were still zipping across the sky. Now they were flying right over the strip mall, close enough for me to see the youth in their faces. Which meant that they were close enough to see me. I shrank down into my seat, hoping that they wouldn’t notice and that my sister would soon arrive to take me back to my ordinary reality.

  The two men flew dangerously close to where I was parked. I ducked down even lower, hoping to get further out of sight, and pulled the key out of the ignition to turn my car off before they could hear the engine. Before I could slink down to the floor, one of them saw me and pointed me out to his companion. They both looked down at me, frozen in mid-air, as I stared back up in fear and confusion.

  “I think she can see us,” one of them said.

  “She can,” the second one said. “She can see us.” He smiled, and they began banging on the window shield. I screamed, struggled to open my door, and stumbled out onto the concrete. I tried to run away, but my party heels and dress made any motion difficult. I turned in the direction of the parking lot, yelling and screaming for help, but I could not see or hear anyone nearby, not even a car. As I stood looking for refuge, I was knocked flat on my stomach from some force from behind me. The snickering grew closer until it was right above me. Another force involuntarily rolled me over so that I was looking right up at them. The two hovered on either side of me.

  “How can she see us?” the first one asked, talking about me as if I weren’t lying helplessly beneath them.

  “I really don’t know,” the second said. “Guess that invisibility spell wasn’t so long-lasting.”

  “I’m gonna kick Greg’s ass for that next time we see him,” the first said. “What a fucking scam.” He turned toward me.

  “What’s your name?” he asked. I was far too scared to respond.

  “What’s your name?” he repeated.

  “Dina,” I mumbled. My name somehow stumbled out of my mouth through no voluntary action of my own.

  “Well then, Dina,” the first said, “We’re going to have some fun with you tonight.” Both reached for one of my arms and hoisted me up into the air between them as they began to ascend. I begged for them to let me go. But the more I screamed, the more they laughed.

  They finally released me while flying over a patch of grass. Even with the slight padding provided by the foliage, the fall still hurt. As I groaned in pain, they descended, dropping their broomsticks, and walked over to me. I felt that strange force taking control of me again, uncurling my body against my will, leaving me vulnerable before them.

  The first one laughed as he walked toward me, extending his arm as if he were going to touch me, but never did. I suddenly found myself hovering above the ground before he dropped me again. He raised me a little higher each time before letting me crash back down. Then he decided to change the rules of his little game. He waved his hand to and fro, slamming me back and forth onto the trees and the ground. Every part of my body screamed with excruciating pain. While I whimpered after his last drop, he stepped away and told the other one, “Your turn.”

  The second one stepped toward me, muttering words that I couldn’t understand. I felt as if my body had been doused in fire, then freezing, then submerged in boiling water until I thought I was about to drown. When it was all over, I found that I was still lying on that patch of grass, the first one now standing above me again. I hadn’t gone anywhere. And I was still alive.

  “This one’s tough,” the second one said. “The other ones would’ve been dead by now.”

  “You know what that means,” the first one said. “Time for the real fun to begin.” I tried to crawl away while they were talking, but with the pain that I was in and with all of the blood that I had already begun to lose I did not get very far before they caught on. The first one ran up to me and grabbed me by my hair.

  “Don’t try that again,” he said. I didn’t have the energy to even nod my head. He grabbed my arms, forcing me to sprawl out again. I did not try to fight back.

  “I think she deserves a punishment,” the first said. “What do you think, Joe?”

  “I think you’re right,” Joe, the second one, said.

  “I’ll handle this one,” the still nameless first one said.

  I couldn’t struggle against it. I could barely even scream. I was scared and bloody and hurt and I knew what was about to happen, yet I was powerless to stop it. The nameless first wore the vilest grin as he lowered his face down to mine, blocking out the little light and comfort that the moon had given me. He tore the remains of my dress from my body, taking away my final shield. I wanted to scream as his body buried mine and took away all of the light from the sky. I wanted to look back at Joe and plead with him to help me. But I couldn’t. All I could do was let the tears well up in my eyes, waiting for it all to be over. My eyes were so full that I thought I was going to cry, but none of the tears pushed past the threshold onto my cheek. My body was outstretched, defiled, broken like my mind. And they were laughing at me. I suddenly realized that I was able to move my body again. I could get away. But no part of me was eager to move anywhere.

  The two turned around as if they were about to walk away. I was on the verge of crying tears of relief that this nightmare had finally come to an end. But then they came back toward me, holding handfuls of stones.

  “You must know,” Nameless said, “That in our world, there is only one punishment for trespassing: death. Consider this as a lesson to your kind.” I tried to scream, as one stone after another crashed into my naked body, launched by some other force besides their hands, shattering what little part of me remained. I grew numb to the pain.

  Nameless had one final trick up his sleeve. Joe handed him a knife he had pulled from some hidden pocket in his cloak. Nameless pierced the already broken flesh of my stomach with its sharp edge as both he and Joe whispered words in a language that I did not understand. I wanted to lose consciousness, to finally be away from this horrific scene.

  My head slumped to the side as the two of them flew away.

  “It was nice knowing you sweetheart,” Nameless said. Then they disappeared from my view.

  When they were gone, the unbearable pain returned to my body. I stared at the ground, stained with puddles of my own blood, until my eyes filmed over and even the grass seemed to disappear.