The Veil – Part 21

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The gunshot rang in my ears. I watched, in slow motion, as the bullet hit Byron and he slid to the floor. The shocked look on his face mirrored mine. This wasn’t supposed to happen to us.

I didn’t feel my body as I flew over the kitchen counter. I didn’t feel it when I collided with the bitch holding the gun. I didn’t feel it when my knuckles hit her jaw. All I heard was my own scream. All I saw was the blood gushing out of Byron’s chest and the glazed, shocked look in his eyes.

The blood spluttering out of his mouth as he struggled to breathe, sharpened my focus. I grabbed the gun which had fallen out of Carol’s hands when I tackled her and crawled over to where Byron lay on the floor. Dropping the weapon next to him, I tried to put pressure on the wound like they did in all the hospital movies. It was the only thing I could think of.

“Stay with me,” I pleaded with him.

“Help,” I screamed. “Somebody, please help us,” I shouted over and over again, hoping that somebody would hear me. The people in the cabin next door had to have heard the gunshot.

“There’s no point,” Jack whispered in my ear. “He’s not going to make it, and nobody can hear you. They’re all gone.”

“You goddamned liar,” I hissed.

“I’m many things, but a liar is not one of them. I warned you about her.”

“This is all your doing.”

“Perhaps, but I did tell you to get rid of him. Once again, you weren’t listening. When I order you to get rid of something, I mean get rid of it. These are the consequences of your inaction.”

Byron stared past me, his mouth moved as though he were trying to say something.

It sounded something like “Who?” I looked over my shoulder in the direction he was staring and saw Jack perched on the arm of the couch, his right leg swinging, staring down at Byron with a look of satisfaction on his face.


Carol felt the cold tiles under her body. Her face throbbed where Sarah had punched her. All she could hear was Sarah sobbing and begging the guy to stay with her. How pathetic. It took a few seconds before her memory twitched, and she saw the blood on the floor, slowly making its way towards her, and she understood why Sarah was pleading. He wasn’t dumping Sarah. He was dying because of her.

Scrambling to get her legs out of the way of the blood, she back-peddled and thrust her back against the couch and Jack’s leg.

“Thanks,” he said, looking down at her from his perch. “Couldn’t have done it without you.” He clicked his fingers and disappeared.

Standing up, she realised she had to get out of there. Hoping that Sarah wouldn’t notice, she snuck towards the door. Trying not to make a sound or any sudden movements, she opened the door.

“NO!” She screamed in frustration. Where the mist and the mountains had been on her arrival, there was nothing. Only a dark, empty void. Jack’s laughter seemed to come at her from all angles, and out of the darkness.


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