Scott Hall 1984 Novels & Stories

What was going on with this family? Scott hated garlic. He hated the stuff in his food and the scent. Pulling away from Lilly, he walked to the door, picked up the bulb and went down the stairs. He placed the garlic on the kitchen counter and covered the offending bulb with a cloth. Hunting through the cupboards he found a tin of scented spray. He sprayed the lavender scent all over the kitchen. When he was satisfied with the lack of garlic scent, Scott walked into Raymond’s study. He wasn’t used to sleeping straight away after a run. The study was filled with books of old volumes on paranormal and cult creatures.

Her eyelids were about to give in when she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Sorry, Mrs. Hamilton, but there are a couple of people outside who need to speak with you." She nodded and stepped out, while the doctor stayed behind with Scott. Scott was still in critical condition, drifting in and out of consciousness, hallucinating most of the time. It took two more days before the antivenom and his own body finally began to win the fight. When he woke up, the first person he saw was a nurse asleep in a chair beside his bed. Scott's lips tightened—no matter how much he hated to admit it, that spot should've been Alexia's. But she wasn't there. Instead, it was a stranger.

I was ready to get this whole thing over and done with, ungodly hour or not. I showered to warm up and clear my head. Then I dialed Scott and ordered him to come over. When he started to grumble, I sharply reminded him that this was his call in the first place. A few minutes later, he and four of his men joined us in one of the empty conference rooms on the first floor. “You were right,” I said to Scott. He was in his late thirties with sandy brown hair and brown eyes, an oddly ordinary-looking man for such a profession as ours. Luckily, he was the kind to spare no one’s feelings or have the patience to lie.

Hiedi jumped out in time, just before the blades matched with the slate flooring. Jack slammed into Scott—elbows, knees, a war of edges. Scott moved like a bad dream—stronger than math, faster than sense. “You can’t beat me, Jack!” he roared. “I’m invincible!” “Too much of anything kills,” Jack said, knifing another syringe into his ribs. Scott laughed; the laugh broke. Veins flashed black. Bone creaked. Claws and horn and nightmare peeled out of him like a confession.

If Jamie wanted to hide something, whatever surfaced would be exactly what he wanted others to see. … Shayla's death anniversary was approaching. Every year, Scott would fly to Amstern City in advance to lay a bouquet of flowers for her. No matter how much he resented her for abandoning him and his brothers, she was still his mother. This day, after placing the flowers, Scott was about to leave when a frail, elderly voice called from behind. "You… Are you Scott?" Scott turned and saw an elderly woman, uncertainly staring at him. He didn't recognize her and frowned. "Who are you?"

SCOTT MADE ANOTHER DRIVE past the house. He'd gone by once every hour for the last five hours, and still, he didn't see any movement within the condo. Either Fiona and the Hulk were fucking, or they'd split. The only way Scott could find out was to go looking for himself. Time to see if he'd successfully hacked her house. He parked his car around the corner and down almost a block, far enough away it wasn't noticeable, but still close enough he could make it there in a sprint. He could only hope that the Hulk wasn't much of a runner.

Leo shouted and cussed but all he heard was the sound of their van driving away. Jill smiled evilly and moved further inside, he closed the door and locked it. "Who are you?" Leo shouted as he watched Jill lock the door. Scott already walked in through the back door and was waiting to catch Leo. Leo turned back to run but was met by a man who had an evil grin on his face. Leo could identify him by the dangerous aura emitting from him. "Hi and welcome to your hell" Scott said and walked directly in front of Leo who was shaking.