Hello, my Freaky Darlings!
I hope you’re enjoying a glorious weekend. Summer is most certainly on its way here in South Africa. The days are already getting longer and warmer. It’s going to be a scorcher.
With the Amazon on fire for over 20 days, climate change is now more of a crisis than ever before. The Amazon supplies us with 20% of our oxygen. That’s now gone! That should scare you more than any horror novel could. So … ja … perhaps it’s time to stop chopping down trees and burning down forests, and it’s time to start planting them because without them we die.
No trees are chopped down for my books. It’s one of the reasons I chose to go strictly digital. But anyway … Here’s the latest episode of The Veil to distract you from one of the worst ecological disasters in our history. If you’ve missed any of the previous chapters, you can catch up here.
Carol’s scream thundered through the room. I hadn’t realised that Michael had joined us until Jack looked up from hacking Carol’s left hand off with a blunt, old saw and said, “Hello Doctor, so happy you could finally join us. I’ve been expecting you.” The smile on Jack’s face froze the blood in my veins.
And then I noticed the gun sticking out of Michael’s pants’ pocket.
“Why the hell did you bring that back in here?” I shouted, trying to keep myself from punching him for being so bloody stupid.
The shocked look on his face was quickly replaced by one of complete and utter confusion.
“I threw that away for a damn good reason, and now you’ve brought it back in here where that bitch can use it on herself or me and now you. Fuck!” I felt hysteria building. I wasn’t sure how long I would be able to keep a lid on my emotions and keep a cool head.
“I’m sorry,” Michael stammered. “I just saw it there. I don’t know why I picked it up.”
“There’s a good boy,” Jack said, standing in front of him. I hadn’t even seen him move. “Give it to me,” Jack said with his hand out. Michael obeyed without a word and placed the revolver in Jack’s hand.
“So, Jack,” I said, trying to distract him from Michael and give Michael a chance to catch his breath and come to terms with the insanity he was witnessing for the first time. “Been watching a few Saw movies, have you?”
“Yes, but none of the sequels quite compare with the original. Don’t you agree?”
“I only watched the first one.” I tried to avoid looking at Carol’s agonised face. If I looked at her, I wouldn’t be able to keep my mind focused on Jack and survival. I couldn’t save her, but with a bit of luck, I’d be able to get Mike and me out of this alive. I also wasn’t sure I wanted to save her, not after what she’d done to Byron. No matter how much I tried to reason that Jack had driven her to it, I just couldn’t get over the fact that she’d killed him.
“You’ve been missing out, darling,” Jack said.
“I don’t need to when I have my own personal walking horror movie that won’t go away,” I said and crossed my arms in front of my chest and gave Jack a pointed look.
“Moi? Not go away? I left you all alone for two whole years. And look at what happens. You get involved with that.” Jack gestured towards Byron’s corpse.
“That was the man who wanted to marry me,” I whispered.
“Yes, hence the reason he’s dead. Why do you think I organised this little intervention? I couldn’t have you marry that sack of meat.”
“This is your idea of an intervention?”
“Sorry to interrupt but you said, marry? I didn’t realise you were that serious.” Michael’s voice sounded small and unsure. It was as though he was trying to hold onto some semblance of sanity by talking about the mundane instead of focusing on the impossible reality presented to him.
“Yes, he was going to propose this weekend. I wasn’t supposed to know, but I found the ring hidden in his suitcase,” I said choking back the tears. I looked down at Byron’s body. Grief threatened to overwhelm me.
“You don’t appreciate that I’ve saved you from a fate worse than death. You would have been bored,” Jack said, as he placed the revolver on the kitchen counter.
“I would rather be bored with Byron than have you in my life,” I shouted through tears.
“That really cuts me to the quick. I think I’ll take it out on poor Carol.” He kicked the bloody stump where Carol’s hand had once been. A scream burst out of her mouth and stung my eardrums.
My mind exploded with guilt and grief. I didn’t know what to do. All I knew was that I had to think. I had to survive. Turning my back on Jack standing over Carol’s prostrate figure, the saw back in his hand, blood dripped from its blade onto her face. I couldn’t bear to watch. The look on Michael’s shocked, stunned face told me all about the horror being inflicted on her.
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