Shadow Crawlers. Part 34

Part 1, Part 33

She looked at herself in the mirror, blood streaming from her eyes and nose. Behind her a man cowered in the corner. He had been talking to people on the streets, trying to get them to donate to some cause and he seemed perfect for her. She needed control, and this was an easy way to achieve it. She wanted to destroy everything, but she couldn’t, so she would take it out on herself. She reached up and smeared some blood across her face, then, she rubbed her fingers together, enjoying the silky feel of it moving between her fingers. A single drop of blood floated in front of her, she sighed and released it. As it struck the ground, the girl crumpled. The man in the corner started to seize, shaking violently.

He lay on the ground, breathing slowly. He felt so much better. He stood and looked at the corpse of the girl. It was just a husk now, no life left. He kicked the leg of the corpse petulantly. Bitch could have lasted longer. This body was strong and he was in control now, completely and utterly in control. He almost had his strength back, when he was at full power he could start his plans. There would be no stopping him.


He sat in his office, drinking coffee and looking at the photographs. He knew that bastard had been holding out on him, he just fucking knew. He was glad that he was dead. They had planned this all together, they’d release one, they try and find some others, each of course would be jointly released, that way they couldn’t use the creatures against one another. He had been monitoring the house since he had fled, there were five of them there now, along with some normal people. He wasn’t quite sure what they were doing in the house just yet. It looked like they were all squatting in it, but it didn’t seem as though the humans were servants or slaves. It was all very curious. He knew now what the bastard was going to do, release the others he had in his possession, then use them to kill him. Bobby always was a prick. He was supposed to be able to control the thing, but it seemed to be able to ignore him. He had tried calling for it, but it didn’t work. At first he thought that it was because Bobby had gotten himself killed, but that didn’t make sense. It should still come to him when he called. Perhaps it didn’t recognise him as a master, but that wasn’t possible either. They were controlled by whomever released them, the legends were clear enough on that part. He was in no particular rush, he would like to get his empire started, but he needed to be careful, obviously they were wrong about the things ability to kill masters, he couldn’t afford to make a similar mistake. He wanted to make it to a ripe old age. Preferably surrounded by his money, women and a luxurious palace, but that could all wait. He had waited this long, he could go a little longer with out it. Besides, he had money, so he was already powerful, he just wanted to make it clear who the ruler was to those people that scurried about their mundane little lives. Oh he wouldn’t demand too much from them, that would be cruel, he would be a kind ruler, benevolent. But there had to be something to frighten them, a stick so he could offer them a carrot. Sure there would probably be rebellions and such, people who had deformed notions of freedom, but they’d settle down quickly. He’d have a few heirs too by then. Have them fight amongst each other. The strongest would survive and be a powerful ruler. It was the easiest way to ensure his family line continued. Of course he would sire some unofficial children, ones that couldn’t claim anything. He wanted his line to continue as long as possible and more children would help with that. It would be the line of kings and champions. He took another sip of his coffee, his intercom buzzed

“Mr. Sanford? Your two o’clock cancelled, do you want me to try and reschedule it for you?”
“No, Thank you Felicity.”

He smiled, just as he expected, Johnson was dead after all. He wouldn’t have shown up to work this morning and his company would be cancelling everything. It wasn’t unusual for him to just disappear for a while. It would be a few days before his body was found. There was a pool going at the club. He took another sip of coffee and leaned back in his chair, that left the day open for him. He picked up the surveillance report and read over it again. So far there were five things in that place that could use powers. He was surprised that one of them was a child, another thing the legend was wrong about. It also said there was only one of each, but apparently the child and one of the adults could both freeze things. The others were fairly simple to figure out. Fire, earth, the final one, well, the surveillance team didn’t know what it could do, but he already knew that, so that was of no real concern to him. He downed the rest of his coffee and stood, he wanted something stronger, it would help him think. He went to his mini bar and poured a drink. It wasn’t like he had any other meetings today.


About Alan James Keogh

I am a 26 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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