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Chapter 11: How Do I Get Out?
"Crunch, crunch."
Waking up, I hear that jarring noise and stand up carefully so I don't hurt myself. I realize that I am still stuck in here and it is so dark that it is blacker than on a snowy night in winter. The first thought that runs through my mind, is that she has blinded me and I am helpless in here.
Wishing there was some way to know one way or another, I listen as I try my best to stay silent and not draw the unwanted attention of any predators. Hoping to figure out what is making that sound, I keep listening. While I do, I notice that my hands are cold to the touch, so I place one over the other in an attempt to warm them.
Feeling something strange and slimy on the back of my hand, I instinctively flinch and wait for anything to happen. Whatever it is, it doesn't move. I try to calm myself down and wait for either the being making the sound above or the thing on my hand to do something.
When
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THE SOUL EATER Chapter 12: Santa Rosa
"Hisssss." I hear that familiar sound once again and then see her red hair flash before me, just before an older man with an eye patch notices me sitting in the bar. When she disappears through the open door like a ghost, I stand up to go after her but he walks over to me and whispers in my ear, "Come with me for a minute, I have something to show you." Curious and hoping that it has something to do with the soul eater, I decide to follow him to the back and watch as he turns around. It's written all over his face. He knows who I am, now I have to leave before I even get a chance to meet the little senorita who has had the last contact with her. "Slam" I watch as he slams the door behind me and then stares at me coldly. With wide eyes, he exclaims, "You are the man they want for murder in several states! I saw it on the news. I'm going to collect on that reward before anyone else realizes who you are."
THE SOUL EATER Chapter 13: Crested Butte
As I drive along in the middle of the night feeling tired and sore from sitting in the car, I take a sip of cold coffee and try to stay awake. It really doesn't help, but knowing that I have to put distance between the murder spree that she has pinned on me and everything else, I push myself to keep going. If I don't she will win when they catch me. Shaking my head, I start to see things. Things that I know aren't really there or are they? Of course it doesn't help that the non existence influx of vehicles traveling in the opposite direction kind of weirds me out. Normally at six in the morning folks are traveling to work by now, I would have thought. While following the main highway I cross the line into Colorado and then I see it. A small child is walking alone along the opposite side of the road or at least I think it is a child. In the darkness I can barely see him, but from what I can see, I notice that he isn't ev
THE SOUL EATER Chapter 14: Crested Butte Part 2
"Scratch" "Scritch, scratch" I wake up to this sound reverberating around the room. What is that? Finally opening my eyes, I look straight up at the ceiling at first, then I focus on the wall. Slowly scanning as my eyes move down the wall, they catch something moving in the corner. It’s quite dark in the room with barely any moonlight, so I must squint to see. Watching silently, I notice when it moves again. As my eyes focus on it, it grows clearer, and I see exactly what it is. That small boy from the roadside, he is crouching in the corner of my room glaring at me with black eyes. Is it her, or is there another one of them? This one doesn’t have blazing red hair though. Slowly getting out of bed, I put one foot on the cold floor and immediately it flies at me on all fours. Before I can get my other foot on the floor, it is on me like a voracious badger in the wild, except for
THE SOUL EATER Chapter 15: Clayton
"Damn it, get out of my way woman." I hear someone down the street yell as I turn my head to look in that general direction. I have a meeting in ten minutes, and I am running late as usual. This time I almost caught her in the act, but someone intervened, and the cops were called. Before I could get to her, she was gone in the flicker of light and what was left was a man who had no idea what was going on. Honestly, I tried to help him but then I heard the sirens and ran, because we all know what that means when I am a wanted man. Hurrying to the restaurant where I am to meet Mr. Smith, I grab the nearest seat to the door in case I need to make a quick escape and wait for him to arrive. When we talked on the phone earlier this morning, he said that he is 6 foot and that with light blonde curly hair and dark brown eyes, I would know him when I saw him instantly. Well, he was right, because I turn to see an older gentlem
THE SOUL EATER Chapter 16: Christoval
Driving along through all the cotton fields, I finally see brush country. As the vibrant colors fade and I start to see running water everywhere, I feel comforted because when I was growing up, I often spent most of my time fishing in the creek behind my grandpa’s house. I can already tell that I like this place. It feels like home. Wishing that I could take some time and just enjoy the area, I know full well that there is a man hunt on for me and my single goal in life before I die is to get ahold of her scrawny neck and sever it from her body. At least then I know that no one else will be afflicted by the devastation and sorrow she leaves behind her. Several times already, I have been almost caught and each time I saw a hint of her red hair. It often keeps me up at night wondering how she is always one step ahead of me no matter how hard I try. But then I realize that she must decide who she is going to attack before I can
THE SOUL EATER Chapter 17: Natchitoches
A small blonde girl that must be about 5 years old, looks up at me with big innocent blue eyes and asks. “Mr. can you help me?” Crouching down, my first response would be to find her mom or dad, but there is something about her that bothers me. She reminds me so much of my mom that I hesitate for a few minutes. What is it about her? I grab ahold of her hand and lead her to the Kaffie-Frederik General Mercantile which is Natchitoches first general store. Figuring that I might find someone there who knows her, I wait by the front desk for someone to notice me standing there and approach. When no one does, I ring the bell on the counter and a short man in his 50’s hobbles out from the backroom and smiles. “Ah, I see you have found little Isabelle. Her momma was just so panicked about losing her in here that she went to find the constable. Thank you for finding her and bringing her here right away. I will phone him
THE SOUL EATER Chapter 18: Mound Bayou, Mississippi
“Chunk” “Ker-chunk” “Rattle” Sitting there at the light in this little town called Mound Bayou in Mississippi, the Jeep decides to stop after making quite a bit of noise. When the rattling and shaking finally stops, the engine shuts off and I notice the engine light goes on when I check to see what’s wrong. “Great!” I exclaim before I slam my fist against the steering wheel. As I open the door, I scan the area for a gas station or a mechanic and find nothing immediately. It’s just a small hoe dunk town in the middle of Mississippi and today is a scorcher. Matter of fact, it is probably why my Jeep gave out in the first place. I remember a while back, there was a bank with the number 101 on its billboard flashing. Now surely that meant that it is 101 degrees, because it feels like it. Staring down at my shirt, I see that it is stained in the arm pits and my pants feel like they are sticking to my legs.&
THE SOUL EATER Chapter 19: Gatlinburg
While my pal John drives through the Great Smoky Mountains, I stare out the window and see the mist roll off the mountain tops. Amazingly, I have always loved how beautiful they are especially just after a quick morning thunderstorm. It has been peaceful for the last two weeks. I think I only saw her once when I caught a glimpse of red leaving the crime scene before I left my Jeep behind and had to run off. When I walked to the next city, I noticed a note board up in the supermarket for rides across the country. I found one that looked good and called the number before grabbing a bite to eat at one of the small restaurants. John, the guy I am riding with, is a college student from the University of Tennessee. He told me that he is majoring in psychology and that he is going to graduate next spring. A nice fella, I told him that I was traveling around the country to see everything before I settle down and have a family. Believ
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