Christopher: Blood Brotherhood – Erotic Paranormal Dark Fantasy Romance by Kathi S. Barton Page B
Authors: Kathi S. Barton
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so long as he got it all. Hector knew that this was going to be helpful to them all once they figured out what he was talking about.
Benton kept going on about finding his meds. Hector had no idea what the drug would have done to him, or for him, for that matter, but there was no way that he was going to help him by giving it to him. Whatever it was, he was sure it was bad for them. There had to be a way to make something to do the opposite of what this thing did, and he was going to see if Weston could produce it for them.
After another twenty minutes or so, Benton moved on, not finding the vial that Hector now had. Hector got up from his hiding place and made his way around the neighborhood. It took him ten more minutes of wandering around to realize that he was in Dolin’s neighborhood, and that the rubble in front of him had at one time been the man’s home. Going over the area, he found what he thought was the shelter that the two of them, Dolin and Ward, had been hiding in when he’d come here to scare them. It was much like the one that Jamey had lived in when she’d been hiding out in the other realm.
That was where he found the body of Ward. Or what was left of him. His head had been torn from his body, but there was no sign of it in the shelter. The man had been tossed aside as if he were no more than a rag that had been soiled. Hector was almost afraid to go to Ward’s home, or what was left of it, fearful of what he might find there as well.
He’d not cared for either man toward the end. Both of them had killed his lovely wife, and had tried to do the same to his little boy. From the start they’d led him to believe that he’d been responsible for the creatures that the other realm had been fighting. He’d begun to keep his notes on projects that he worked on in secret, even going as far as to have two sets…one for the office, and the other that he’d had hidden at his home. And it turned out that not only were they the ones that had done it, but the two of them were related in some way.
Ward’s home was in worse shape than Dolin’s. The walls that had been made entirely of glass were shattered into such small pieces that it looked like sand. His furniture, always the best for Ward, was nothing more than puffs of cotton hanging from dead or dying trees and on the grass. It sort of reminded him of flowers in the spring. Shaking his head at the senselessness of it all, he moved to where he knew a beautiful garden had once been planted, hoping for a few plants to save.
He found some plants that he’d been looking for. He also managed to find a few boxes and a spade that he could dig them up with. There were flowers there too, most of which he was sure would grow in the other world, and he wondered briefly what sort of colors they’d get in the other soil. He took these boxes to the portal to await his return to the other realm.
Most of the gardens around the homes, like them, had been knocked over. He wondered, just a little, what sort of thing had done this, and didn’t want to dwell too much on it being Benton. The man had been insane before this, and he wondered if it had gotten worse. Well, he supposed he knew it had gotten worse, but how badly was anyone’s guess.
There were no bodies at most of the other houses, thankfully. There were no bodies much anywhere, now that he made his way to the labs. Hector was amazed at the contrasts of things here. A flower garden in full bloom, their buds nearly a foot off the ground, was surrounded by so much destruction that it was amazing that something as delicate as them had survived at all. A playground, devoid of children, was in pristine condition, yet all around it trees were toppled, their roots like large spiders climbing from the dirt. A house stood as if it had only just been built between two that looked like someone large had simply stepped on them, crushing them to the dirt. Destruction on a mass scale was everywhere.
The lab was in
Benton kept going on about finding his meds. Hector had no idea what the drug would have done to him, or for him, for that matter, but there was no way that he was going to help him by giving it to him. Whatever it was, he was sure it was bad for them. There had to be a way to make something to do the opposite of what this thing did, and he was going to see if Weston could produce it for them.
After another twenty minutes or so, Benton moved on, not finding the vial that Hector now had. Hector got up from his hiding place and made his way around the neighborhood. It took him ten more minutes of wandering around to realize that he was in Dolin’s neighborhood, and that the rubble in front of him had at one time been the man’s home. Going over the area, he found what he thought was the shelter that the two of them, Dolin and Ward, had been hiding in when he’d come here to scare them. It was much like the one that Jamey had lived in when she’d been hiding out in the other realm.
That was where he found the body of Ward. Or what was left of him. His head had been torn from his body, but there was no sign of it in the shelter. The man had been tossed aside as if he were no more than a rag that had been soiled. Hector was almost afraid to go to Ward’s home, or what was left of it, fearful of what he might find there as well.
He’d not cared for either man toward the end. Both of them had killed his lovely wife, and had tried to do the same to his little boy. From the start they’d led him to believe that he’d been responsible for the creatures that the other realm had been fighting. He’d begun to keep his notes on projects that he worked on in secret, even going as far as to have two sets…one for the office, and the other that he’d had hidden at his home. And it turned out that not only were they the ones that had done it, but the two of them were related in some way.
Ward’s home was in worse shape than Dolin’s. The walls that had been made entirely of glass were shattered into such small pieces that it looked like sand. His furniture, always the best for Ward, was nothing more than puffs of cotton hanging from dead or dying trees and on the grass. It sort of reminded him of flowers in the spring. Shaking his head at the senselessness of it all, he moved to where he knew a beautiful garden had once been planted, hoping for a few plants to save.
He found some plants that he’d been looking for. He also managed to find a few boxes and a spade that he could dig them up with. There were flowers there too, most of which he was sure would grow in the other world, and he wondered briefly what sort of colors they’d get in the other soil. He took these boxes to the portal to await his return to the other realm.
Most of the gardens around the homes, like them, had been knocked over. He wondered, just a little, what sort of thing had done this, and didn’t want to dwell too much on it being Benton. The man had been insane before this, and he wondered if it had gotten worse. Well, he supposed he knew it had gotten worse, but how badly was anyone’s guess.
There were no bodies at most of the other houses, thankfully. There were no bodies much anywhere, now that he made his way to the labs. Hector was amazed at the contrasts of things here. A flower garden in full bloom, their buds nearly a foot off the ground, was surrounded by so much destruction that it was amazing that something as delicate as them had survived at all. A playground, devoid of children, was in pristine condition, yet all around it trees were toppled, their roots like large spiders climbing from the dirt. A house stood as if it had only just been built between two that looked like someone large had simply stepped on them, crushing them to the dirt. Destruction on a mass scale was everywhere.
The lab was in
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