Dark Creations: Hell on Earth (Part 5) by Jennifer Martucci, Christopher Martucci Read Free Book Online Page B

to her then dispersed.  She had no choice but to follow.  They swept through the lower level of the house stealthily, communicating only with their eyes to indicate that a room was empty. 
    Amber knew more people were in the house, had heard them.  In her head, she silently willed them to hide despite knowing hiding would be futile.  She hated what they were doing with every part of her, but was powerless to stop it, to intervene on behalf of the humans. 
    She and her team stole across a large living room and into the kitchen when they spotted another target.  A woman stood with her back to them singing softly as she washed dishes.  She must have heard their footsteps and assumed one of her family members had entered the room because she asked casually, “Who was at the door, honey?”  When no one answered, she turned from the sink unexpectedly and saw them.  Her eyes went immediately to the guns they held and she began screaming, “Oh my God!  Oh no!  Kyle!  Kyle, run !  Take the girls and run!” 
    Her screams drilled through Amber’s head, through her bones.  The woman wanted to protect Kyle and the girls, her son and daughters.  Her gut-wrenching pleas, even in the face of her death, tore through Amber.  Her hands began to tremble violently and she worried her grip on her gun would falter.  Footsteps thundered in the hallway.  The woman’s adult son was attempting to escape.  He had managed to scramble to the staircase when the two males on her team fired off several shots.  She had not received any form of confirmation that the son had been killed so she assumed her members were still in pursuit. 
    “Run!  Get your sisters!” his mother screamed again, her voice shrill with panic.
    Amber wanted to drop to her knees and cover her ears, the scene fast becoming far too intense, too harrowing to endure a moment longer.  Her knees began to crumple just as she felt Kit’s body brush past her. 
    “No! No! Don’t you hurt my babies!” the woman screamed.  “You leave them alone!” 
    The hushed pop of two rounds silenced the woman from any further cries.  She fell to the floor, twin bullet holes marking her forehead.  Amber’s stomach lurched violently.  Vomit burned up her throat.  She worried she’d be sick right then and there.  And the sound of footsteps overhead did little to keep her from retching in front of Kit.  In fact, it made matters worse.  She knew she needed to move, but dizziness made the thought of taking a single step seem impossible.  But she had to. 
    Focusing on putting one foot in front of the other, she began leading the way with Kit in tow, though Kit sought to hunt the son while she wasn’t sure what she was doing. 
    As they dashed up the steps, Kit spoke to her.
    “I took two of your kills, ma’am.  I was only ordered one.  I have no excuse for my actions.  This is my first invasion and my intent was to be as efficient as possible.  It won’t happen again.  You can take out the boy and his sisters.  I’ll be sure to have the others stand down.”
    The world began to swirl in lopsided circles.  She would be expected to kill the three remaining humans; and all of them young no less.  Fierce tremors racked her body, an attack of panic threatening.  She did not say anything to Kit, but nodded curtly in response, just as a commanding officer in her position ought to.  Inside, however, she felt as though every system in her body was teeming at once, each jockeying to overrun itself in a chaotic tailspin until it ceased functioning.  Every cell in her body screamed and created a deafening roar inside her.
    Her world refused to come into perspective until she found herself standing before two girls huddling against a wall, their backs to Amber and her team, sobbing, while their brother opened a window.  One of her male teammates had already entered the room and had waited, unseen, for her to arrive, while the other guarded the steps.  Both the