The Tortured FourA Chapter by JenniferColt didn't want to be a leader, but he had to protect his sister no matter what. He knew he was different, but he never expected to be an instrument of death. Chapter One The only reason I remember my birth so clearly is
because I felt like I was on fire. Wait, let me rephrase that: It felt like my
soul was fire and I was burning all around me. What’s there to compare that to?
I heard my mother crying like someone
was pulling her body apart. That was of course me doing that. I felt her pain.
Her anguish at being the vessel that was to carry me forth into the world. I
sensed her regret. Yeah, she knew how much of a monster I was before I did. I
had endangered a woman’s life that I didn’t even know yet. I felt like an
assassin on his mission, and I sure did complete my mission. You may think it
strange that I had these feelings and emotions, but I am no ordinary person, as
you will soon learn. Her body constricted around someone outside the womb. Such
a strong force. The burning sensation overwhelmed me and I thought I might die
in there. I was pushed forward to a blinding brightness with one huge push from
her. I fell into these large, scarred hands. I felt ready to burn the entire
world, to destroy everything in my path… until I looked into his eyes. Then I
feared I would never see my mother’s face. I didn’t hear her screaming anymore.
I didn’t hear even the faintest whisper of her voice. The man holding me was
striking with eyes that looked like jade. I could only guess that he was my
father. I turned around in his arms to look upon the face of my mother. She was
beautiful. Her hair was dark-brown with red highlights. Her eyes were blue-green.
Would I be so good-looking when I grew up? © 2016 JenniferFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on March 28, 2016 Last Updated on March 28, 2016 AuthorJenniferPatchogue, NYAboutHorror and fantasy writer with my two books Night First and The Tortured Four available through Amazon. I started out writing screenplays and short stories as a kid, then I decided a few years back th.. more..Writing
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