Well I've fallen behind due to a lack of time to focus on the story, but the "Vengeful Leads" novel is now 11,515 words in length and growing. With any luck and some writing during my lunch breaks I hope to make up the lost time and increase that word count.
That said, I thought I'd share a little bit from Chapter 2:
Simon gasped and recoiled back like he’d just pissed on an electric fence. The girl’s young and soft features had been replaced by a thousand faces screaming in pain and hate. They shifted and morphed in a blur too fast to recognize anything more than the fact that they were the faces of girls, murdered and abused girls. The only constant in the thing’s face were the eyes, or lack of them. Two black pits stared out at Simon like hungry mouths looking to devour his soul. Johnny Cash’s voice echoed throughout the cab, “And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire.”
Without thinking, the 38 special was out of its holster and thrusted out in front of Simon. He pulled the trigger in a panicky jerking motion, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, click, click, click. The rounds passed through the thing’s body as if it wasn’t there. Dutch’s side window exploded as the bullets shot through. The creature turned in the bench seat and slowly moved closer. “...it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire.”
A nature documentary flashed in Simon’s mind as he realized what had just happened. The hunter had become the hunted, and for the first time in his life he felt what all of the other girls felt as he thrust into them and squeezed the life from their lunges. The faces blurred faster now and the hatred filled Dutch’s cab. Simon groped for the door handle and pulled but the locks slammed down, he yanked as his own fight or flight kick in, now he was the redhead and it was too late. The door handle snapped off of the door. The things pitted eyes began to glow red and burn with a fire so intense that Simon likened it to the heated glow of molten metal. It cocked it’s head to the right, opened its mouth, and a scream escaped the creature’s yawn. Simon screamed too.
Outside of Dutch, the souls of 432 girls watched from their cedar trees as the windows of the old Ford went from a fogged white to a crimson red, and they listened with glee as the hunter’s screams turned to gurgles and then faded to silence, leaving Johnny Cash singing into the darkened night, “I fell into a burning ring of fire. I went down, down, down and the flames went higher. And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire… the ring of fire.”