Gage In Pet Sematary Novels & Stories

I listen for her squeeky bed and then when I hear it I immediately bolt for the front gate. I stumble around a few steps and then my hands rest on the cold gate in front of me. I pull and it instantly opens. There is something coating the bars that smells remarkeably like blood, but I don’t think about that for the moment and slam the gate behind me. I find the bar and jam it shut locking anyone else inside with the demon spawn. Then only then, do I open my eyes and find a cigarette inside my purse.

They'd done ballistics tests and could match the bullets in the various shootings to the same gun. But they'd have to find the gun, Gary grinned to himself. And that was the trick, wasn't it? Who's the idiot now? Jessi stood staring at the black granite headstone, her children flanking her on either side. She hadn't been to the cemetery since the day of Graham's funeral. At the base of the stone, they'd placed an arrangement of pale pink roses accented with white and pink lilies. "It feels weird," Adam observed, echoing the thought in Jessi's mind. Graham wasn't there. The entire exercise felt…empty.

Chapter: 13 ******** The atmosphere surrounding the compound grew heavy as Seth sat in the car, patiently awaiting the return of his men. The operation was intended to be swift: infiltrate the premises, rescue Vincent, and swiftly withdraw. However, as the volume of gunfire escalated, Seth realized he had to take action. Stepping out of the vehicle, he prepared himself, drawing his gun from its holster and keeping a vigilant eye out for any potential threats. Two of his men made eye contact with him as they emerged from their vehicles and met him halfway toward the gates of the building. The gates swung open, revealing three figures, each armed and ready, as they entered through the gateway.

My father’s gravelly baritone broke through my thoughts so that I let out a bitter laugh, throwing my head back to stare at the white ceiling before looking down to lock gazes with Darlene’s white face, her expression putting the fear of God back in my gut as I imagined the assassin standing behind the curtains, pressing the cool barrel of a gun into her back. “What is it?” I whispered, crossing the room in three strides as her lips moved in the silence. I could feel my parents jerk to attention behind us, standing slowly to their feet as I turned to follow my woman’s eyes to what she was showing me. “You should see this Xade,” Darlene whispered, moving for me to see the large frame of the g

I ask just before we make a sharp turn to a wide hallway. “Alpha Daymion has to settle a few things; seal the hole that has gaped since his departure.” “Hmm,” I nod, immediately pushing thoughts about the old man out of my head. “How did we really manage to get here? Last I remembered we were in a cart.” Sir Brak looks at me with one eye closed, the open eye’s brow perked. It is more of a ‘Please do not tell me you don’t know’ kind of look. “The thing about Supernaturalism is that it deals with uncanny stuff like Portals.”

So when I finally noticed the dark man in the cemetery, it was almost a relief to shift my attention to someone I knew nothing about, someone who made me nervous but captivated my thoughts even more than my grief. And I'm guilty all over again... ** I pull my mom's old Volvo in to an already packed school parking lot but manage to find a space all the way in the back. Aunt Kelly thought it was the safest of the no-longer-needed vehicles; it was also the one I was most used to driving. Every time I get in I feel closer to Mom and in a morbidly weird way, I kind of like that it still smells like her. I reach over to grab my backpack from the passenger seat, startling when I see Skylar standing

"It's your birthday. I want everything to be perfect." Without hesitation, he headed toward the basement. The closer he got, the more flies swarmed, and the stench of blood grew stronger. He covered his nose, grimacing. Esme scrambled after him, but Brendan stuck out his foot, sending her stumbling to the ground. He had long since suspected her behavior. "What is that smell?" Mom and Dad hurried down after him. Edwin kicked open the basement door. And there, in the dark, he saw my body sprawled lifelessly on the floor. He froze. "C-Claudia!"

John Mark gripped the splintered wood of the small box, his knuckles white and trembling. The weight of the Sacrifice Certificate inside felt like a lead slab. Across from him, the ornate iron gates of the Hale estate loomed—a gilded cage he’d occupied for two decades, and one that had finally soured into a tomb.

Gia parked the car outside the precinct and cast a worried glance at Margaret. "Do you want me to go in with you?" Margaret turned her head stiffly, staring blankly at the gold-trimmed badge above the entrance. Gia stepped out, giving her a moment alone. Margaret dragged her feet toward the edge of the lawn. The air carried the heavy scent of gardenias, and her throat tightened as she inhaled. Suddenly, a shout burst from the precinct doors.

“Say cheese. Day one, Madam Ambassador. Tomorrow gets a whole lot worse.” He threw Chantal like a rag doll against the wall, and the image went black. Stomach rolling, Gage couldn’t remain in the room. He handed the sobbing ambassador off to Gannon and headed outside. The warm coastal air didn’t help the nausea, and Gage collapsed onto the bottom step and stared out onto the lawns. He could almost smell her soft perfume, and memories of their first kiss replaced the reeling images of her beating. He’d have to watch the recording again, and again, to study her prison and the layout. Bile rose, and Gage huffed out a ragged breath.