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we're all mad here...

This is a new project of mine, and I haven't begun to write it yet but this came to me the other night. It's an example of what to expect from the book, and no, it's not sex. (haha) It's supposed to leave you asking you questions. Who was she? Did she even exist at all? You'll have to read it to find out. :)

The Psychotic Hour

Excerpt

C.S. Black

His body no longer belonged to him. Involuntarily, his back curved forcing an arch toward her advances. Long, boney fingers traced his jawline, a sharp nail scraping across his responsive flesh. His breath hitched in the back of his throat. His body frozen, unable to move or speak, he stared, through foggy glasses, at red lips that haunted him. A voice, no louder than a faint whisper, drifted into his ear seducing his desire to the forefront. When her cold lips pressed against his, memories that he thought he locked away suddenly began flashing against the back of his eyelids. Her unfitting child-like laugh should have been enough to snap him out of his hypnosis but it wasn't. He sheepishly opened his eyes and met her vacant stare. Falling deeper into his own madness he closed his eyes again arching his body even further toward her. He wanted her to touch him and he didn't know why. He wasn't even into girls, not like that. Hot breath on his neck made him feel certifiably insane as he lunged for her. His eyes shot open. No one was there, just him in a long dark hallway...alone.

Excerpt from chapter ten, enjoy!

Tears were streaming down Liv's face as she stared over Silas’ shoulder. His anger began to form in the pit of his stomach. He could feel it corroding his insides. He put his head down and his knuckles on the floor.

     "Run Liv."

     "I don't want to leave you here alo -"

     Silas lifted his head quickly, eyes black. "Run!"

     Liv stepped back two feet before she could comprehend what she had just seen and then she ran. She took refuge underneath the concession table where she could watch everything.

     "How dare you!" A voice shrieked at him. "How dare you think you can defy me. You're my son!"

     "Son?" Liv whispered biting her nails.

     "Yeah?" Silas answered, "Well, I didn't ask to be!"

     With that comment Silas was back on his feet and shooting straight heat at his father knocking him against the gymnasium wall. He wasn't down long before he joined Silas on the floor, both of them standing head to head.

     "What do you want?" Silas asked. The poison on his tongue was almost enough to kill.

     "You," Lehhs told him. "I want you."

     "You can't have me."

     They walked in circles around one another like dogs waiting to attack. Lehhs began to laugh throwing Silas off.

     "I take what I want boy." Lehhs lunged at Silas, the palms of his white hands connecting with Silas’ shoulders. He dug long black nails through Silas’ suit, penetrating his flesh before throwing him up in the air and across the room like a ragdoll.

     Silas hit the backboard of the basketball net with a loud thud before falling face first onto the hard waxed floor below. Mascara stained Liv's cheeks while tears fell from traumatized eyes. Her first instinct was to run to him but she was frozen by fear, her limbs felt cold and detached.

     Lehhs stood over Silas laughing at his still lifeless body. He nudged him with his foot, no movement. He leaned in close to Silas’ face and shook his head, "You should have listened to me."

     Before Lehhs could move another inch Silas’ eyes popped open wide with awareness then he grabbed Lehhs' cloak and pulled him to the ground sitting on top of him. He opened his hand and the knife Lehhs kept in his side holster found its home in Silas’ open palm. He held it to his father's throat, his eyes raging blackness like a black hole ready to suck in any matter around it.

     "Do not forget. I am your son," He mocked.

     A villainous smile formed on Lehhs' lips, "Yes," His voice was dark, "I see that now."

     Silas growled pressing the knife deeper into Lehhs' skin. Hesitation ran over him that he could not understand.

     Do it idiot. What's wrong with you?
     But Silas was not his father and with Liv watching him he could not kill him. He dropped the knife, and the cold steel echoed as it hit the floor.

The transformation does not keep the monster away. (Silas)

Epaga bound!

40,000 words and still going. Epaga is on the horizon and Silas is in hyper sleep. Sleep well Silas for when you wake up you shall meet your destiny, finally.

Will you love me, even with my dark side?

Excerpt from chapter five:

     His whole body starting from his feet filled with heat and rage both at the same time. The black bled from his pupils quickly; he could no longer control himself as he ran and lunged at Zach knocking both of them almost twenty feet away. They landed hard on the ground. Zach couldn't breath and Liv was screaming. Silas didn't care about any of that, he was a predator who had just caught his prey and he wasn't about to let it go.

     "What are you?" Zach managed to get out.
     Black eyes stared back at him as Silas cocked his head to one side, "I am death."

Everyone has demons some of us just learn how to play nice with ours.

Silas Caravella's demons live inside of him...literally. When he can learn to control them he can learn to control his destiny. The-Hybrid.net