Darkness Descends (The Silver Legacy Book 1) by Alex Westmore Page B

neighborhood where the streetlights had been shot out and never replaced. But it was too late to turn back now.
    “Making an enemy out of me is a bad idea, Silver.”
    Denny stopped and turned back around. “Look. You and I both know if you lay a hand on me, your football career––as lackluster as it is––will be over. I will destroy you and any chance you have to play again. So do us both a favor and go fuck your mother.”
    “You got a mouth like a sailor.”
    “And you’ve got no neck and a pencil dick. So what? I won’t tell you again, butt-munch. Leave me the fuck alone.” Denny turned and started to walk into the darkness, hoping like hell he wouldn’t follow, and slightly surprised by her own brash words.
    “Why aren’t you afraid of me?”
    Denny slowed, then stopped. “Are you joking? Go away little boy and threaten someone else.”
    Pat lumbered up to her. He really did remind her of a bear. “I said why aren’t you afraid of me? You should be scared as shit.”
    Denny looked around him. Was she being punked? “You’re kidding me, right? You want me to be afraid of you?”
    “No. I mean...not really. Everyone with half a brain is afraid of me.”
    “Well, there you have it. I have a whole brain and it tells me you’re smart enough to know that harassing me is only going to fuck up your life. I’ll bury you, your team, and your future if you mess with me, and that’s no idle threat.” Denny waited for him to respond. When he didn’t, she frowned. “What is it you want, Patterson? Why are we standing out here?”
    Jamming his hands in his pockets, he sighed. “’Cause I got nowhere to go, I guess. Do you know why I was being such a jerk with those witches?”
    Denny could not believe she was having this conversation. “Uhh...because you’re a jackass?”
    “‘Cause I...I like one a them and I didn’t know how to get her attention.”
    Denny looked around again. Surely someone was videotaping this weird moment. “Gee, talking is usually a good start. You know, maybe being a nice guy instead of an asshole?”
    Denny turned and started walking again, motioning for the big lug to join her. He was, after all, harmless, and she could tell he wasn’t going to go away anyway.
    He hustled up next to her. “I tried that. She won’t have nuthin’ to do with me. She thinks I’m a jerk.”
    “Well, there you have it. You showed her just how right she was. Move on.”
    “That’s just it. You ever been forced to be a way in public that wasn’t who you were?”
    Denny half-turned her head. He wasn’t kidding. “Patterson, I’m a lesbian in the deep south with a best friend who’s a gay black man. I live in a haunted house and my brother just went to prison for murder. What do you think?
    “Then how come you’re so...together?”
    Denny stopped. They were in near total darkness now. “Together? You think I have my shit together?”
    “Yeah. All that shit going down with your folks, your brother, and still, you’re like the most normal person I ever met.”
    Denny chuckled. She doubted making love to a ghost would rank anywhere near normal. “I just put one foot in front of the other every day just like everyone else.” She kept walking. “There’s really nothing special about me, except maybe my name and even that wasn’t my choice.
    Pat Patterson walked with her. “Some days, I feel like I don’t even know who I am. Like I’m supposed to be this big jerk who bullies people.”
    “Ah yeah, I’ve been there, more times than you can––” Suddenly, Denny looked over her left shoulder and saw the very faint outline of Rush.
    Rush?
    What was she doing here?
    Denny stopped walking. The hackles on her neck rose. Rush was trying to tell her something.
    A screech of tires, a flash of bright lights, and Rush faded from view as a car came barreling toward them.
    Denny couldn’t move. The headlights bore down on her and there was yelling and what sounded like gunfire. The car