Judgement (The Twelve) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Jeff Ashcroft
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Speed head jerked up and down like a hummingbird, “Saw it with my own eyes. Fizz, flash to ash ! H a n d was there one second gone the next, fizz, pop, flash. ”
Chris stared around at the group, “I want answers ! ”
Huntress stepped forward to lay a hand on Anvils shoulder, “Take him on a hunt.”
Anvil thought it over, “ Y es a hunt. Good idea.”
Chris’s head was swimming, “ What the hell is a hunt ?” Without knowing it he’d let his mouth hang open in confusion.
Heartless smirked, “Best shut that mouth kid makes you look kind of stupid!”
Patch took Chris under her wing. For some reason he didn’t immediately leave. He wanted to know more about these weirdo’s but more importantly, himself. Th ey fed him a meal after he admitt ed he was starving. Patch comment ed on his personal hygiene and offered the use of a shower. It was an old bathroom with black and white tiles and an old gas fired heater on the wall, connected to the shower. He felt as if he was stuck in the sixties! But boy did that hot water feel so good.
Anvil bought him a pair of jeans, new socks, combat boots, army fatigue tee shirt and a leather jacket.
“You guys love leather.” He joked but accepted the new clothing gracefully. Anvil didn’t return the smile just walked away.
Chris found them waiting for him in the living room. He was given over to Patch again, who he liked best of all. Also joining them were Huntress , who was going to be the ir track er , Rage and finally Anvil . Chris had a ton of questions. All had gone un-answered and he was beginning to feel like a prisoner again . An hour later t hey took him from the building, which turned out to be a detached boarded up two storey pre war house set in its own grounds, surrounded by a crumbling brick wall and a dense over gro wn foliage that passed as a garden . Anvil stated it was one of many they owned all over the country.
“We live in them until they fall down then move on.”
Chris glanced back at the house. It was an old red brick pre war construction, with its original wooden sash windows, “That’d ta ke at least seventy years or so, you’d all be dead by then! ”
No one answered, but he was given some strange looks. Okaaaay! That didn’t make any sense just like everything else Chris had seen or heard today. It was still pouring with rain only now it was daylight. But as they set off everything turned the same dull grey colour.
Chris whispered to Patch , “ what the hells happened to the colour?”
“The In Between is the place we move in. It’s just out of sight from a normal human. The blind can sometimes see us.”
Chris pondered that answer. It seemed that his questions only created more questions and that any answers actually made no sense. As they walked through the old backstreets in a run down area, occasionally one of two people or a car would pass them by without so much as a backwards glance.
“You sure they can’t see us?” Chris asked as a man hurried past, head down, collar raised on his overcoat.
Patch sidestepped to avoid him, “ No one but the Shades and The Dark.” (She whispered the last name as if someone or something would over hear her.) But we can still make contact and that’s not nice . They sort of slice through us, to them it feels as if someone’s walked over there grave, to us it stings. Of c ourse a soul can see us , but they can’t touch us t hank s be to God . ”
That made a whole lot of sense! Not. But Chris had another question to ask, “Where are we going?”
Anvil answered. “Back t o the road where you used to live, where the old man was killed.”
Chris didn’t like the way he said, used to live. But before he could ask another question, he found they had arrived at the junction with his old road and a narrower side street. Christ they had travelled far and fast. His home was down near The Thames in
Speed head jerked up and down like a hummingbird, “Saw it with my own eyes. Fizz, flash to ash ! H a n d was there one second gone the next, fizz, pop, flash. ”
Chris stared around at the group, “I want answers ! ”
Huntress stepped forward to lay a hand on Anvils shoulder, “Take him on a hunt.”
Anvil thought it over, “ Y es a hunt. Good idea.”
Chris’s head was swimming, “ What the hell is a hunt ?” Without knowing it he’d let his mouth hang open in confusion.
Heartless smirked, “Best shut that mouth kid makes you look kind of stupid!”
Patch took Chris under her wing. For some reason he didn’t immediately leave. He wanted to know more about these weirdo’s but more importantly, himself. Th ey fed him a meal after he admitt ed he was starving. Patch comment ed on his personal hygiene and offered the use of a shower. It was an old bathroom with black and white tiles and an old gas fired heater on the wall, connected to the shower. He felt as if he was stuck in the sixties! But boy did that hot water feel so good.
Anvil bought him a pair of jeans, new socks, combat boots, army fatigue tee shirt and a leather jacket.
“You guys love leather.” He joked but accepted the new clothing gracefully. Anvil didn’t return the smile just walked away.
Chris found them waiting for him in the living room. He was given over to Patch again, who he liked best of all. Also joining them were Huntress , who was going to be the ir track er , Rage and finally Anvil . Chris had a ton of questions. All had gone un-answered and he was beginning to feel like a prisoner again . An hour later t hey took him from the building, which turned out to be a detached boarded up two storey pre war house set in its own grounds, surrounded by a crumbling brick wall and a dense over gro wn foliage that passed as a garden . Anvil stated it was one of many they owned all over the country.
“We live in them until they fall down then move on.”
Chris glanced back at the house. It was an old red brick pre war construction, with its original wooden sash windows, “That’d ta ke at least seventy years or so, you’d all be dead by then! ”
No one answered, but he was given some strange looks. Okaaaay! That didn’t make any sense just like everything else Chris had seen or heard today. It was still pouring with rain only now it was daylight. But as they set off everything turned the same dull grey colour.
Chris whispered to Patch , “ what the hells happened to the colour?”
“The In Between is the place we move in. It’s just out of sight from a normal human. The blind can sometimes see us.”
Chris pondered that answer. It seemed that his questions only created more questions and that any answers actually made no sense. As they walked through the old backstreets in a run down area, occasionally one of two people or a car would pass them by without so much as a backwards glance.
“You sure they can’t see us?” Chris asked as a man hurried past, head down, collar raised on his overcoat.
Patch sidestepped to avoid him, “ No one but the Shades and The Dark.” (She whispered the last name as if someone or something would over hear her.) But we can still make contact and that’s not nice . They sort of slice through us, to them it feels as if someone’s walked over there grave, to us it stings. Of c ourse a soul can see us , but they can’t touch us t hank s be to God . ”
That made a whole lot of sense! Not. But Chris had another question to ask, “Where are we going?”
Anvil answered. “Back t o the road where you used to live, where the old man was killed.”
Chris didn’t like the way he said, used to live. But before he could ask another question, he found they had arrived at the junction with his old road and a narrower side street. Christ they had travelled far and fast. His home was down near The Thames in
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