Blake-A Montana Dayton Novel Ch. 21:2

Blake Canvass3 smHis lips were pulled back over his teeth, reminding me of a barracuda, jagged and sharp. A burning sensation began to climb up my arm, making me wonder if he had some kind of poison in his claws. That pissed me off. If I was going down so was he. I ran at him, catching him off guard, and kicked him hard in the stomach. He landed flat on his ass, I smiled at him in triumph. It was about time someone else ended up down there besides me.

He jumped back up and shouldered me in the ribs, knocking the wind out of me. I landed on my hands and knees close to the fire. Breathing hard I grabbed a burning log and swung it full throttle against his leg. The smell of burnt flesh filled my nose. He jumped back and came at me again, slashing his claws across my side as I brought the blade up and sliced diagonally from his kidney to his navel, drawing blood. My side was on fire now, and dizziness started to flow through me, giving me a sense of vertigo. I blinked my eyes a few times to bring them back into focus, rolled onto my feet, jumped up, and kneed him with all my strength in the area where I was hoping his nads would be. He dropped to the ground wheezing. I stood there for a moment trying to catch my breath.

As I took a step forward, my eyes blurred and my head began to swim. I stepped back, leaned against the wall, blinking my eyes fiercely until I got my vision back, and seemed steadier. That minute gave him all the time he needed to recover and come at me again. In one swift motion I slid down the wall and brought the knife up, stabbing him in the stomach, and twisting it as far into his gut as the blade would allow. He fell heavily on top of me.

The burning from the gashes on my arm progressed to my shoulder, and the burning from my side slowly forged its way down my leg, making it difficult for me to move. The torn flesh on my chest stung.

I sat there with tears in my eyes. I needed to move, to get home and clean out my wounds before they became worse. With the remaining strength I had I pushed him off of me and onto the floor. My hands shook as I pulled the rope out of my pocket.

My vision blurred, again. I shook my head hard to clear it, making myself nauseous in the process. The ground under me shifted and trails of light flickered around me. His chest rose with shallow breaths. As quick as I could I tied the pieces of rope together, though I felt like I was moving in slow motion. Carefully I flipped him onto his stomach with my foot, avoiding blatantly staring at the big pool of blood gurgling out of him, and pulled his hands behind his back. Just the sight of the spikes, not horns, on his back covered with my blood made me sick. I swallowed hard and tightly bound his wrists together. I took the scarf off my neck, wondering how I managed not to get strangled with it, and tied it tight around his ankles, bringing it up and tying it to the rope around his wrists in the same fashion he’d tied me. After that was done I crawled over to the fire and attempted to empty my stomach. With no food and little water I only managed dry heaves.

Dizziness consumed me. I wasn’t going to make it out. I was burning up. I crawled to the back side of the fire, away from the mutant thing and laid down. The pain and burning from his claws was getting worse. I took note of the damage. My whole arm and side were red and inflamed and it was spreading. I sighed. I glance at the exit, only being able to see a few feet ahead of me.

My last thought was I’d figure out what to do right after I rested. I rolled over to my semi unhurt side with my back to the fire and closed my eyes.

Author: lynnthompsonbooks

Lynn Thompson’s home is in the Land of Enchantment, and, yes, the land is enchanting. The skies are blue, the stars are bright., and there are beautiful panoramic landscapes surrounding her hometown. Lynn wades through the craziness of life to follow her true passion, writing fiction. You can find her, or not, trekking through the mountains, searching for fairies and vortexes, keeping her eye out for anything paranormal, or sitting in the hot springs in her spare time. Lynn doesn’t have a specific genre she writes in. Characters have a way of leading her stories. She follows. Lynn is also a sponge when it comes to knowledge. She’s always on the move to continue her education in writing, marketing, social media, digital media, and hopes to find the extra time to add some criminal investigation classes to her repertoire. Lynn has three novels out: Blake, Sterling, and Tarnished Gold. Blake is the beginning of Montana’s story. Her need for seclusion, at least, for one winter. She does not get what she wants. There is someone or something in the mountains stalking her, people keep showing up on her doorstep, and she meets Max. Max knows what is hunting Montana, but won’t tell her. Montana’s lack of trust in Max drives her to fix her own problems. If she had known what she’d be confronting that night, she never would have sedated Max. Sterling is the second novel in the Montana Dayton series. Montana moves to Florida hoping to escape her old life, and regain her normal life back, but her past has come back to haunt her. Not only does she start losing time, she continues to wake up every morning wearing gorgeous jewels and is surrounded by precious gems. She never remembers where, or who she’s getting the glittery baubles from and is hell bent to get back her memories and return the jewels. Afraid she has been out robbing houses in the middle of the night, she is determined to figure out what is happening on her own. That is until the dreams and the strong pull to explore the gulf. When she finally realizes she needs help, she is powerless to get it. Tarnished Gold is Sam’s story and will be coming out around the new year. Sam first appeared in Sterling and demanded her own novel. Lynn has bowed to Sam’s wishes and is writing that story now. Lynn is also the proud owner of: Dark Fates. Eight short stories that are fun, but still on the dark side. Dark Fates-Madness. Four dark short stories. News Worthy. News Worthy stands alone with five short stories. Watching the news first thing in the morning may not be fun, but dissecting news clips and re-writing them into short stories that had a different ending was a blast! Dark Fates Collections is compiled of Dark Fates, Dark Fates-Madness, News Worthy, and features Karma Shay’s adventures. Visit Lynn at: Website: Twitter: @lynnthompson8 Facebook: Goodreads:

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