Dead to Writes (April Almighty #1) Read Online Free Page B

pulled herself up using a chair, and made a break for the kitchen. She heard the men yelling behind her.
         “Hey! Get back here!” the clown yelled.
         “See what you did?” Obama screamed from behind him.
         “Just get her already!”
         April dug through the drawer until she found the butcher knife. The clown closed in on her, but paused when he saw the knife.
         “Hey now, easy,” he said. “We’re not gonna hurt ya. We just need to talk to you.”
         “Then why did you punch me? Why are you wearing masks?”
         “Masks? What masks?”
         “Yeah, fuck you.” She lunged forward with the knife and slashed the large clown mans’ forearm. He screamed as she ran past him. She expected to have to cut the little Obama guy, but he moved out of her way as she ran past.
         “You fucking bitch!” the clown screamed as she raced out the door. She ran down the stairs and out into the street, hoping there would be a cop or someone who could help her. She got outside, but there was no one around. Looking from side to side, she ran to her right. Wearing nothing but a thin tank top and boxer shorts, she hoped someone would notice her. Noticing she just had the knife, she dropped it so as not to look dangerous herself and ran around the corner.
         An old woman was walking around the corner, April almost knocked her down.
         “Oh mercy!” the woman said.
         “Oh God. I’m sorry! Help me please!”
         “What’s wrong honey? Why aren’t you dressed?”
         “Some guys are after me. They were wearing masks. One of them hit me. Can you call the police? Do you have a phone?”
         “Oh my. That’s terrible. Sure sweetie. I have a phone. Let me find it here,” the old woman said as she started digging through her purse.
         April looked behind her for any sign of her attackers, but there was no sign of them. She turned to see if the woman had found her phone. The lady was holding something and then thrust it into April’s chest. At the last second April could see it was a stun gun, but it was too late. Electricity charged through her body, paralyzing her as she fell to the ground. The woman bent down and shocked her several more times.
         “You think you can say those things about me and my boys?” the woman screamed. “You’re about to learn a thing or two!”
         The two men in masks came running around the corner.
         “Don’t worry boys. I did your work for ya!” the woman said.
         “Sorry Ma. She was quicker than we thought,” the big clown said.
         “No matter. Get her tied up and put her in the truck,” the woman ordered.
         The big clown grabbed her wrists and started wrapping them in duct tape. Obama walked over, standing near her head and kicked her in the face. The last thing she saw was the bottom of his boot before everything went black.

Chapter 7
     
         Herbert woke up and looked around. The back of his head was throbbing and his vision was hazy. He also had a pounding headache. As his vision cleared, he realized he was in some kind of large shed or garage. There was a work bench with tools scattered all about. There was an old saddle hanging up on the wall, and piles of junk stacked all over.
         The place also smelled rotten, like dead animal carcasses or something. He tried to move, but his hands were tied behind his back. All he had on were his boxer shorts. Last thing he remembered was lying in bed when someone knocked on his door. He was tied to some kind of post while seated on a bench. His feet and hands were both tied around the post with some kind of wire that dug into his skin, causing it to burn up and down his arms and legs.
         He also wasn’t alone. There were four other people in there, three girls and one other guy. They were spread out around the shed, all tied to benches similar to him. All were in various