The Allotter:The Threads of Destiny by Kimberlie L. Faye Read Free Book Online Page B

isn’t he? Isn’t that a joke?” He continued to laugh, bending over at the waist.
      The stranger took a step forward and Sid abruptly straightened, holding his other palm up in front of him, his face suddenly impassive. He waved the stranger off, as if he was a bug. “There is no way you will get to her.” The absent-minded wave of his hand resulted in the violent thrust of the stranger’s body to the left, throwing him over the median and onto the opposite side of the highway, but his body disappeared before hitting the ground.
      Evie couldn ’t breath but managed a weak-coughed wheeze, a last ditch effort to pull air into her burning lungs. Her tongue began to block her airway as it fell to the back of her throat like wet sand. This can’t be happening. She was frozen in place like a marble statue. Her mind refused to comprehend what her scorched eyes witnessed. Eyes burned and singed as if hot pokers were pressed into her skull; she managed an open-mouthed wale of pain as her joints cracked as if suddenly fused together. Her rhythmic wheezes as she struggled to pull in air indicated that it wouldn‘t be long before her body gave out. Droplets of sweat slid between her breasts and down the small of her back. Sid turned and attempted to get back into the vehicle, his eyes glittering and swirling shards of gray malice, the pupils now gone as he made eye contact with her.   Malevolence and pure terror shone bright and true in them and in that horrifying moment, deep down in her soul a vaguely familiar voice softly whispered that he was very, very, bad. She remembered her mother’s words from a moment ago, the eyes reveal the light and darkness in a person’s soul, and his soul was dark, chaotic, and cold.
      Why hadn ’t she seen it before?
      A slow smile lifted his sensuous lips revealing teeth that gleamed white in the darkness when abruptly, his body jerked and his face slackened at first with disbelief, then contorted in rage.
      “No!” He yelled as he reached towards her to grab her by her jacket. Her limbs suddenly loose, she began blinking and tearing involuntarily as she pulled her body close to the passenger side door. Sucking in large drafts of air, she was unable to look away from him as a dark shadow loomed behind him. . He looked down in denial as a small light formed in his chest and illuminated his jacket. Hands moving towards his chest as if to grip the light, he locked his eyes with hers as the minuscule light consumed him like cracks to fine china, causing him to shatter, sending silent fireworks into the chilly sky. She shielded her eyes from the onslaught of brilliant light, its dissipation followed by inky darkness and eerie silence, leaving her alone to fend for herself against the stranger.
      Evie sat in stunned silence, her thoughts racing through her mind in an unorganized pattern. Should she get out of the car? Should she run? What would be the point of running? The stranger was out there, and he obviously had powers or strength that could easily overtake her if she tried to run. She sat still, her rapid breaths creating miniature clouds in front of her face. Waiting for him to reveal himself, her shoulders were rigid and aching from dreaded anticipation. She did not have to wait for very long. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the looming shadow emerge on the passenger side door.
      Panic set in as the reality of the situation warred with her good sense, so she turned and looked at the door lock and fumbled with trembling hands to try to lock the door.
        She mumbled, “Shit,” as her teeth chattered in response to the cold and fear that had taken up residence in her mind over the past twenty-four hours. As if the stranger would not be able to tear the door off or just get into the drivers side since it no longer had a door at all. She stopped wide-eyed, her body startled like a wild rabbit spotted by a predator, as the door opened. Dark jeans and a black bomber