So Much Blood

“So much blood for such a small cut.”

Seaver stood above her with his knife at the ready. It had been a great disappointment that she didn’t fight back. In fact, it made him want to beat her more. She struggled to stand and had made it to her hands and knees when he delivered a swift kick to her middle.

She grunted as all her air was forced from her chest and her body crumpled. She lay on the floor and didn’t move for a long time.  Only the slow rise and fall of her chest proved she was still alive. He surveyed his handiwork.

“Why do you make me do this, Selena?” He crouched down and grabbed a handful of black hair and yanked her head back so she was forced to look at him. Her eyes opened and rolled back in her head like a terrified animal. So much white.

“Don’t you dare pass out on me!” he growled. “Remember that your only purpose in life is to bear my children and you don’t need the use of all your limbs to do that.”

“I’ll try.” she whispered.

“I’m sorry, what was that, Selena?”

“I can do better.”

“You can do better… what?”


“Finally.” Seaver entangled his hand from her hair and let her head drop. He wiped the blood on his jeans and cursed at the instant stain. “Look what you made me do!”

He balled his fist intent on knocking a few of her teeth down her throat. She didn’t need all of them.

Selena looked up at him with heavily lidded eyes and raised a hand to try and fend off his blow. Her entire body trembled in anticipation of his pounding and his dick grew rock hard looking into her helpless pleading eyes.

“You like beatin’ on ladies, eh? Is that how you get yer jollies ya bastard!”

Seaver whipped around knife in hand. As expected, Agent Shaunessy was the source of the interruption. He was Selena’s guardian but they both knew he didn’t have the authority to intervene.

“Come on, then,” Seaver taunted him.

The man’s face was red to match his flame colored hair. A prominent vein stood out on his for-head announcing his level of fury. He looked like a vanilla version of the Incredible Hulk.

Seaver knew as a client, he was within his rights to handle Selena any way he liked as long as it didn’t interfere with her ability to get pregnant and Agent Shaunessy knew this as well. Seaver threw the knife overhead and it  whipped past the agents head to imbed itself in the wall behind. Agent Shaunessy didn’t bat an eyelash.

“Alright. You’ve had your go fella, now it’s my turn.”

The man was by far the biggest agent Seaver had ever seen and he moved with astonishing speed. Before he had the opportunity to react, the walking wall of a man rammed his shoulder into Seaver’s gut with his full weight behind it. He wrapped his gorilla arms around Seaver’s waist and he landed flat on his back with 300 plus pounds of muscle on top of him.

His first thought was that it hurt to breathe and that meant he likely had at least one broken rib. His second thought was how hysterical he found this situation. Even as Agent Shaunessy set to work pounding his face into an unrecognizable mass of of purple flesh, Seaver continued to laugh. His laugh became a cough as blood streamed into his mouth from the broken ruin that had once been his nose.

“Think it’s funny do ya?” he said between blows. “You won’t be laughing long.”

Seaver turned his head to spit out a tooth and continue to chuckle in between fits of coughing.






Chapter 1 Sneak Peek


            “You’re doing this, now?”  Linda was struck with the impossibility of this situation.  She’d barely had the strength to stand and open her door when Agents Kelly and Nash showed up on her doorstep.  The pounded on her front door as if they expected a wanted criminal to be waiting inside and they needed get in before their suspect escaped.

              Linda broke into a fit of coughing that doubled her over and the two agents pushed passed her showing themselves into her home.  “You, you can’t just come in,” she said between coughs.

            Agent Kelly,  the blonde one with a very recent crew cut, grabbed her by the arm and yanked her toward the couch showing absolutely no sympathy for her condition.  Agent Nash stalked to the back of the house where the bedrooms were located.  He called her daughters name and Linda shouted a protest. She rallied all her strength to get up and through sheer force of will managed to get to her feet before Agent Kelly forced her to sit once again. She began to cry out in frustration and helplessness.  If only Stewart was here, they wouldn’t be doing this.  But Stewart was thousands of miles away in some rural African country.  It had taken weeks for her to even get word to him of what was happening with the LVN1, and by that time all flights in and out of the U.S. were grounded until further notice.  She was completely on her own.

            “Ms. Arkwright, this is going to be a lot easier if you don’t fight us.  Your daughter will be coming with us and there is nothing you can do about it.  The sooner you accept that, the easier it will for everyone. He gave her a meaningful look and retrieved a piece of folded paper from inside his jacket pocket.  He flashed the paper at her and she reached a trembling hand toward it. She was disgusted at her own frailty, she felt like an 80-year-old grandmother. Before she could make an attempt to read the paper, Agent Kelly snatched it back and put it away. “This is signed by the governor.  We can do this, we are doing it, you’re going to have to live with it.”

            She could hear shouting from the back of the house.  Agent Nash was attempting to get Haley to unlock her bedroom door.  Her daughter was nothing if not stubborn.  She got that trait from her father.  “You can either open this door little girl, or I’m going to break it down and drag you out of here anyway.”

            “Do it then!” Haley’s petulant voice screamed at him from the other side of the door.

            Even in her state of failing health Linda felt a swell of pride in her daughter.  “Please, Agent Kelly let me go talk with her.  It’s just going to be more traumatic for her this way..”

            The booming crash from the back of the house cut her sentence short.  And the sounds of a struggle could be heard.  Haley screamed at the top of her lungs and was clearly putting up a fight with Agent Nash.  He came back into the living room with her daughter thrown over his shoulder fireman style. 

            Her normally pale face was beat red with her efforts.  She was yelling and beating her small fists on his broad back. 

            “If you don’t stop squirming I’m going to dump you on your ass, and Agent Kelly is going to shoot you with a tranquilizer dark just like they do at the zoo with unruly animals.”

            Linda looked to Agent Kelly with fear in her eyes.  Haley was turned the other way and couldn’t see the two of them so he gave Linda a nod.  “We don’t have anything like that.  It’s just something we say so they’ll cooperate.”

            Agent Nash walked toward the door with Haley over his back.  He stopped before crossing the threshold.  “If you think about it, we’re doing her a favor.  She might become one of the lucky survivors if we keep her in a secluded environment.  Staying here with you, would only be a death sentence.

            Haley looked up at her mother with a face as red as a newborn babies.  “Mom!  Don’t let them take me, mommy.”  She tried to reach out toward her mother, whom she counted on to protect her from all bad things.

            “I’m coming, baby,” she said.  But by the time she was able to get up from the couch the two agents were already halfway down the walkway.  She was unable to follow them, and so Linda Arkwright dropped to her knees sobbing.  The scene outsider her made her skin crawl.  It looked like some revival of the holocaust, but instead of a race of people, they were targeting teenage girls to ship off to their camps. The bus parked in front of her house was jam packed with skinny girls all in various stages of grief or acting out.  Two houses down another bus waited.  Everywhere she looked agents were smarming rounding up every girl they saw and herding them onto the vehicles marked with some weird Egyptian symbol. 

            Not all women were sick and alone with the agents came to take their daughters.  Some women had their husbands at home and fathers did not take the  government approved kidnapping lightly. Linda had her head hung sobbing quietly into the sleeve of her dirty bathrobe when she heard gunfire down the street.  She expected to see one of the suited Agents nursing a wound but instead her neighbor, Mr. DeRune lay at an awkward angle on his fresh cut lawn.  Ms. DeRune was screaming at the top of her lungs and cradling her dead husband with one hand while reaching for her missing daughter with the other.

            Someone made a low moaning sound nearby.  It was one long sorrowful note with all the pain and horror of the day epitomized in it’s sound.  Linda rocked herself back and forth as she watched the bus pull away from the curb. After a few moments she realized the sound was coming from her throat.  She erupted into another fit of coughs that lasted until her sides ached.  She slumped against her door frame, drew one ragged sorrowful breath, and died.