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Divine Intervention (Excerpt) |
Prologue
Every
night when little Jasmine opened that closet door she expected to see
lovely dresses and hangers―not a child her age strung up by a pink
skipping rope, her body dangling above the floor…unmoving. The
dead girl had long blond hair. Her blue eyes stared blindly and were
surrounded by large black circles. Her mouth hung open in a soundless
scream. The pink rope was tied tightly around her neck, a thick pink
necklace of death. A purplish-black bruise was visible and ugly. The
most unusual thing about the girl, other than the fact that she was
swinging from a rope in Jasmine's closet, was that her skin and clothing
were scorched. Gagging,
little Jasmine stepped back in horror. When
the girl's lifeless body swayed gently from a sudden breeze Jasmine let
loose a cry of terror and raced down the stairs, searching anxiously for
her parents. "Daddy?"
Her
throat was constricted and dry. "Mommy?" Then
she screamed. "Mommy, I need you! Help me!" In
the lower hallway, the shadows quickly surrounded her. Then
she saw them. Red
eyes flashing angrily at the end of the hall. Jasmine
took a hesitant step backward. She tried to run but her feet would not
cooperate. Her small body began to shake while the eyes followed her. Glancing
over her shoulder, she noticed a listless form moving toward her, arms
outstretched―pleading. The
girl from the closet wasn't dead anymore. Blistered
hands reached for Jasmine. The
girl's mouth yawned and a horrendous shriek emerged. Trapped
and terrified, Jasmine began to scream…
Chapter One~
Agent
A
technologically advanced video-screened wall, or vid-wall, had recently been added to her daunting security system.
The wall was divided into four monitors―each coded for different
activities. The
message screen flashed brightly. Someone
was trying to contact her. "Receive
message," she croaked. She
was rewarded with silence. Jasi
eyed the clock. Glaring
words flashed across the monitor followed by a voice, deep and urgent.
"Jasi, we need you!
She
was suddenly wide awake. "Message
for When
the system connected with She
glanced at the words on the screen and realized her holiday was over. She wondered for a moment what was so important
that Crawling
from beneath the sweat-soaked sheets, she crouched on the edge of the bed
and reached for her portable data-com. She
checked the calendar. A
black X was scribbled over the date. "Oh
God," she moaned. Today
was her twenty-sixth birthday. Jasi
hated birthdays.
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