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The Promise, Pt. 8 of 10. Dawn held her open hands out while she slowly stepped back, not wanting to draw a sudden reaction from the dark entity. Other than taking a quick glance to the rear, she gazed at the more formidable figure a few meters distant and looked more afraid. The sound of small rocks falling behind her also made her feel the same.
"You are out of time and running out of space. Killing yourself will only spare me of a trivial burden and garnish my absolute victory here," it said.
Jeremy moved closer to them, and Dave yelled, "Don't do it, Dawn. We need you. There's always hope for a better future."
"Be silent! She forfeited her future by coming here, her own mistake."
The Promise, Pt. 7 of 10. Dave and Jeremy stood agog at the new, more shapeless figure twice as tall as its predecessor. Two red nuclei were in a position to be eyes,and a third was more centralized. The purple aura was more vivid, and after putting its pitch-black "arms" down, a deep raspy, more resounding voice from within it said, "Surprised, sylphy? I have such powers wherever I go. It was easy to adapt to the light of this dimension once I had assimilated one of its higher members."
"Darian!" Jeremy responded almost spontaneously. "That . . . that's the thing that got Darian last fall. Came after me too."
Dave did not reply but carefully backed away as the dark entity advanced toward Dawn.
The Promise, Pt. 6 of 10. Atop the breezy summit of Hognose Butte, Jeremy and Dave were still trying to get Dawn to talk, to answer their questions and give them some piece of mind. They very much wanted to especially know what that incredible "something" she mentioned was, because both had a strong feeling that they were somehow going to be in the middle of it. Nevertheless, she remained silent, until Dave stepped around and directly confronted her, less patient. By then, most portentous things he knew of had been asked.
Face-to-face, Dave more angrily said, "Enough of this. Our lives may well be at stake here."
"Mine also is," she replied. "All of ours are expendable here, but they must be for the better purpose."
The Promise, Pt. 5 of 10. Fear dominated Jill's state of mind also. She was still unable to find a way out of her life threatening situation and no longer could breathe normally. Her own carbon dioxide was weakening her body and stealing her very breath inside the oppressive, seemingly impenetrable bag. Already, she was perspiring and felt intoxicated from oxygen deprivation. Unable to even think clearly as a result, only the basic instincts of survival prompted her to fight on.
She clumsily got back to her feet after another short uneasy period of rest. Her senses reeled more, and she breathed faster, in deep draws and forceful pants, to use the available oxygen better, but at an obvious cost. Feeling a little more calm anyway, she stood on the wide edge of the jacuzzi tub, crouching some, and jumped to the floor wi
The Promise, Pt. 4 of 10. Dave got out of the vehicle and followed Jeremy in her direction. It was only minutes later when they reached the base of the monolithic landmark, almost as black and foreboding as the sky, and both watched her move up its more sloped north side. Their swift dynamic excursion over the uneven prairie, burdened by the additional weight of each weapon, left them much winded, but she was undaunted by the armed pursuit and maintained her fast speed.
During their stop, both regained their breaths to a limited degree. Jeremy turned to him and remarked, "Either she's . . . in tip-top shape . . . or . . . "
"Or from planet Krypton," Dave added. "You think . . . our guns will be . . . needed?"
The Promise, Pt. 3 of 10. Dave Bronstadt received a knocking on his apartment door about the same time that Jill was being overwhelmed by feelings of confusion and pathetic helplessness. He answered the strong calling slowly, as it was nearing midnight. "Alright, already! I'm coming," he said, and then sighed, "This day just can't go away easy and simple. It still has to burn my shorts. What next?"
The knocking became a pounding. He had a suspicion that Dawn was more desperate or intent on visiting him in a more correct way this time and turned on another light to prevent any further surprise. It did not do much good.
When he opened the door seconds later, his eyes widened on seeing Jeremy in front of him. The man was breathing rapidly and looked s
The Promise, Pt. 2 of 10. Several minutes later, Jill stirred into consciousness. Her large eyes fluttered briefly, and she reached out and about for her glasses. They were on the floor -- away and a little lower. However, she became aware of her circumstances when her hands encountered a flexible strong barrier on all sides. "Damn! The sleazy bitch locked me in a bag to suffocate," she thought.
A garment bag to be exact. Already, the air inside was getting stuffy, but she could still breathe with relative ease, to indicate that she had been enclosed in it recently yet. Her vision blurred more and head throbbed as she slowly stood to regain full circulation in her legs and examine the new synthetic trap.
The bag was wider and a little taller than she was, of
The Promise, Pt. 1 of 10. For people of the day, the night is the best time to relax. Jill Rustane was one such person, and years of such dedicated labor enabled her to possess things to enhance the occasion. Dressed in a one-piece vermillion bathing suit, she stepped in a deep bubbling jacuzzi and sat back in its warm fluid embrace. The water simultaneously stripped her muscles of their aches and tensions, and she moaned in pleasure accordingly.
The spa had taken years to pay for on a sinfully substandard wage, but it was a good one worth every cent. Though less frequently used in the summer, it was a godsend during the past two long bitter winters. Being in the thing for awhile each time even dissolved away bad emotions: now, frustration much more so than depression.
She did not
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