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  The Wrath of Lilly

  J. Middleton

  Acknowledgments

  Thank you, Ethan Harper, for helping make the characters in this book. Also, I want to thank Freckled Frog Design for the cover art, and design.

  © 2016 by J. Middleton

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without prior permission of the author.

  Where there is darkness there is always light!

  Where there is light there is darkness!

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Author’s Note

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the authors imagination.

  The scanning, uploading and distribution of this book via the Internet or any other means without permission of the author is illegal and punishable by law.

  Introduction

  Zac walks slowly listening to the leaves crunch under his feet, he moved though the fallen branches. Following a small trail that seemed to lead to nowhere. He continued to walk down the path until it comes to thicket of brush that blocked his path. Pulling the vines away he sees an old red brick wall crumbled down to the ground with only a small portion still standing. Pulling the brush from the crumbling bricks he notices a head stone a few yards away. The grass and weeds had grown over it to the point you could barely see the corners. Crossing over the bricks he walks slowly though the weeds until he reached the head stone. Pulling the small vines off, he could barely see what was left of the name. He looked up and saw columns standing tall above the weeds. Moving slowly towards them he could see they were almost crumbled to the ground, from decay and erosion. It was if no one had been in here for years. Mother Nature took her land back and covered everything in sight. Glancing around he noticed the headstones were not recognizable.

  Slowing he moved through the brush passing crumbled tombs. He noticed an entrance way not far from where he was standing. As he approached the fence there was and old chain that was wrapped around an iron gate. A tree had grown over the opening and vines had crawled in and out of the links and through the large metal poles. The pad lock was consumed with rust. Standing there memorized by this eerie place. His heat jumps out of his chest as blood rushed through his veins.

  He suddenly froze in fear.

  “Oh my God! This is the No Name Cemetery.” He remembered it was a few yards away from where he buried Lilly.

  “This can’t be.” he thought.

  He wiped the dust and debris from the name plate. Some letters were still visible as it read “-o N-me Cen-te-y”.

  With his heart pounding, hard against his chest he rushed through the graveyard. Panting hard, as beads of sweat rolled from his forehead. He finally made it to the edge of the woods gasping for air. At that point everything came back to him. They had built a park over the field where she was buried.

  Panic rain through his veins fast and hard. He glanced up at Victoria that was sitting on a bench with Vince a few feet away. Running to them almost out of breath. Before he could say a word, he noticed Vince had a cut on his forehead.

  “What happened?” the words barely came out of his mouth as he gasps for air.

  “I fell on something sharp.” Vince said sobbing.

  Zac looked at the cut. He couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched the skin heal in an instant. Within seconds there was no cut. Shock to see that he had powers of some kind. He wiped the blood off his head, the cut was healed. He looked at Victoria.

  “Is it bad” Vince sobbed.

  “Oh no!” it’s just a little scratch its fine. “Let’s go home.” He held out his hand and Vince took it.

  Something shiny caught the corner of Vince’ eye. Pausing for a minute he glanced over at the shinning object that looked like a dark flat rock.

  “Come on, get in. We will come back soon.” Victoria said she closes the car door.

  Zac starts the car drives off.

  Victoria glanced out her window and sees a black rose laying against the tree. A harsh wind started to blow and lifted the rose off the ground. She watched as it flew across the sky and disappeared in the clouds. At that moment, there was a sparkle in Vince’s eyes followed by a small smile.

  Vince turn his head to the window and looks out. He could her a fade giggle.

  “Grandma is that you?” he mumbles.

  Chapter 1

  It was well before dawn the colors of orange and red disappeared behind a set of trees. Darkness consumed the light, as branches shake and move. Leaves floating in the air as its strength of the wind increases. The ground violently shakes as the dirt cracks and moves. Vines shoot out of the earth throwing debris everywhere.

  The moon moves quickly to the center of the sky. It turns into a deep dark red. The circle of vines starts to glow even brighter as the ground starts to shake again. A deathly scream echoes through the sky. A circle of red turns into a hole that opened deeper. The beam of light could no longer reach the bottom. The birds that circled overhead, sat in the branches in the trees, looking on with interest. The ground stops shaking everything goes silent.

  Light from the moon dies down as it moves across the sky. A faint laugh emits from the pit of darkness. Vines slowly crawl into the dark bottomless hole. Where, nestled in amidst the mounds of disturbed earth and pulls up a limp, dark figure with red eyes. A laugh emits from the pit as vines pull up bones, decayed flesh, broken glass, small bottles, and a large rectangle silver box.

  The redness of the moon revealed an arm that was dangling from its shoulder blade. The body was torn and decayed. It had no hair only cracked skin. It looks up and a scream emits from the figure as vines start to impale it. Yellow and red liquids start to ooze from the rotted corpse. A breeze touched her face, pushing thick locks of dark white and chestnut hair over her bare shoulders.

  The vines wrap around the rotted parts of flesh and begin to replace what was missing from the body. Pulling the ripped limbs back into place as the figure starts to wake. The figure twitches violently as the vines continue rebuilding the body. Its flesh and bones being moved and realigned makes a disturbing ripping sound. The figure starts to move on its own. Stepping out of the hole as the vines release. The hole then closes with the screams of souls with it. It looks up as the moon glares over its face. The moon light revealed and old woman’s face with many scars.

  She made a slight grin as her eyes glowed red. She turned around and looked at the box. The vines dropped the silver long rectangle shape box down in front of her. Making a thump as it hit the ground as dust flew up in the air creating a light fog.

  She looked down at this object that favored more of a coffin. There was a small crack across the top. Reaching down to open it. The crack suddenly splits further until it opens entirely. Black smoke shoots out into the air with the sound of thousands of whispers. Looking up she watches the smoke disappears into the darkness of the night. She looks down again to see a corner of
what was her grave as chunks of decayed flesh covered the ground. Dark shadows floated around her. They bowed their heads as they gathered around their master. Two figures split from the pack and came together in front of her decayed body. Floating up in the air as the clouds cover the moon once more. An eerie scream echoed through the air. A few moments later the sky began to rumble. Clouds surged around it at super speed. Her laughs began to echo through the air. The ground shook as though thousands of bulls thundered across it. The storm bore on its icy wings, no snow, but great hailstones which drove with such violence. It beat down leaf and branches and made the trees bear with no more foliage.

  Lilly made her sacrifices offering to call forth the spirits from the other side to come. Only the dark spirits. She wanted all the evil that she could control to bring on the destruction of mankind, not caring what hell came with them. The earth opened and darkness pour through blasting and crumbling everything around it. The dead rose for a moment of agony as they rose to her command. The sound of bitter pain was drowned in the thunder crash of flames. Black masses moved closer to her, as if all the graves around her had sent out the phantoms of their sheeted dead.

  She called, she danced, she cried for them to come forth. She cried louder calling them from the place between the spirit and the physical world.

  “Come forth!” she shouted, holding up a bowl of blood from a body that lied beneath her feet. She felt them before she saw them.

  The warm wind stirred, causing the earth to swirl around all of them within a circle. They were the dead walking, the ones who had lingered too long on the other side of hell.

  “Come to me!”

  See watched the earth part as the darkness rolled out of the dirt. Shadows poured out like evening fog. The hailstone was beating down but never touched her. Bouncing through her army of shadows. There came a flash of lighting that lit up the heavens. In an instant, she looked as if she was among the living but it was the dead. The darkness poured into the sky like a burning flame. Covering the moon once again, the skies roared. The wind was so thick it drowned out any noise. Deafening howls and the hiss of sheets of rain.

  “Rise my army, rise!” She yells.

  A wall of soil shot up from the ground, held together by a root. The void of the missing dirt formed a massive hole, like a giant spoon had descended from the heavens and taken a hole out of the ground. Leaves and dirt was tangled everywhere. Dark fog moved across the dirt and poured across the field.

  Lilly laughed as she rose higher and higher above the ground.

  “I have returned and brought hell with me!” She laughed.

  “Come my servants!” She called out.

  Trees waved their arms like ghouls, and leaves through themselves flat against the ground. Dirt flew in the air and span like a tornado as more dark spirits left the earth. The raw power of her strength roared across the skies. It was as if dozes of giant beast rolled across the land that could kill with a sneeze. The soulless impersonal dark giant monster that angered the earth. She was the queen ant that controlled her army.

  The wind got louder as the large dark fog rolled through the skies. Covering every inch of light that was in the way.

  “Show no mercy! revenge is mine!” She laughed as she rose to the tree tops with her army around her. Looking down at the massive hole. Waving her hand as the last of the dark mass rolled from the ground. Dirt rolled back over the hole like a land slide covering a road.

  Flying above the tree tops she could see her city coming into view. Lowing herself to the ground she made her way to an abandoned building on the far end of the street.

  “Perfect.” Grinning with her dark smile and rotten teeth.

  Soon the room was full of dark shadows that lined her walls.

  As the house rattled in the assault of the storm.

  “They will soon know we are here.”

  Looking up at the ceiling, a bright flash of light came through the broken window followed by a loud rumble. Within seconds it all ceased, all was quiet.

  Grinning to herself sitting in a chair facing the window.

  “All in good time.” She smiled.

  Looking back through the window, she listened to the conversations with the dead. Mumbling among there self’s. They were still alive inside their head and now she burns life deep within them. The light seemed to grow dimmer as it expanded and diffused in the slowly swirling fog. Glowing reflections of creature’s eyes flickered and ducked for cover, darting away from the light. Black clouds still tumbled across the sky, getting darker and darker. Lilly sat there and listened to a mournful cry of dead coming alive among the living. Lilly ran her black broken nails down the side of her chair. The sound of something running over a chalk broad echoed throughout the room. She smiles showing the decay of her teeth.

  “Soon, my children we will march.” Then she lets out an eerie laugh that scatters the window in front. Dark fog rolls in and covers her floor.

  Chapter 2

  The towering full moon shined into the darkness. The sky turned from a rich blanket of blue and white into a dark shade of purple and black glowing a deep red in the misty skies. Moments later the dark skies consumed the moon into sheer darkness that swallowed him whole. He continued to move forward slowly towards an orange glow in the distance. His hands were visibly shaking as sweat formed from his brow. His pulse was racing. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as he walked slowly through a light fog that rolled below his knees. Straining his eyes, he could barely see something that resembled a town. His instincts screamed warning signals that he just couldn’t quite comprehend. Every fiber in his body screamed, run, but he couldn’t move.

  Vince stood mesmerized and in shock. The ground was burning with orange and blue flames as buildings were swept away. Dirt and debris flew with the strong wind into his nose and stinging his eyes. Screams of the living echoed by the silence of the dead. Flying shadows issued a shrill of screams. Monstrous shadows danced about. He couldn’t blink as he walked through the fire. Watching the orange and blue flames part as he moved slowly. Numb to his surroundings, he finally pulled a bit of oxygen to his lungs as he moved forward. His heart sank low and heavy in his chest and the tears that had formed in his eyes rolled slowly down his cheek evaporating instantly.

  A bright blue aura appeared in front of his eyes, pulsating and emitting a shirring sound that sounded soothing to the ears. It drew him closer. The violent flames hat engulfed the world around him started to move in a very slow state. As if it was moving in slow motion itself. Then, directly in front of where he was standing. He saw the image of someone that resembled his mother, clearly manifest from out of the flames. Goose bumps rode up his legs and tickled the back of his neck. Her translucent form shimmered under the orange glow, glistening as it floated in front of him. Tiny filaments of hazy, electrified blue and red beams of energy seemed to be encompassing her body. Spontaneously emerging and gently rising into the air. The outline of her silhouette emitted beams of white light.

  “Be strong.” Her voice sounded sweet, soft like silk with the slight echo.

  “Who are you?”

  The sound of her voice beckoned him forward and he tried to move closer to her, but his body was frozen.

  “An evil force grows even now as we speak. A harbinger of death nears by the day. You cannot allow the evil to remain and spread across the land. A monster threatens mankind and it must be stopped for it brings only darkness. This monster is connected to you in ways you do not yet understand, but you can help stop it.”

  Her pleading voice became weaker. Her aura began to dim. The filaments of swirling light and energy that surrounded her paled, and then began to fade, evaporating into the dark night air. The flames became taller as he turned around and looked back in horror to see a skeletal hand with rotting flesh reach from the earth slowly, then a head and shoulders pulled through and finally the whole rotten corpse stood there before him. Her bronze, leathery skin was covered in so many lines and dark
spots. Dried blood clung to her matted hair and skin. One corner of her temple had been crushed. The blood red lips curled back in a smile, exposing two rows of jagged, black teeth. She lifted her hands into the air, and arched her fingers until they resembled claws of fire. Flame shot from her hands and pierced a man’s body, burning him with such intensity, he was reduced to nothing more than a pile of ash.

  His heart skipped a beat as he stood in fear trying to scream but couldn’t make a sound. His mind tried to capture what it was, but his stare became too intense. Feeling its hot breath and the smell of its rotten figure was enough to make him gag. He felt like this was hell upon earth. Red and orange flames consumed everything before his eyes. The wind deceased as the air become heavy almost impossible to breath.

  The figure reached out for his neck as he falls backwards into the thick fog. It rolls over him covering him instantly. He screams.

  Vince stood straight up in his bed with sheets soaked with sweat. His heart was pounding as tears slid from his eyes and rolled down his cheeks like two lonely rain drops. The anger roiling in his stomach escalated into rage, storming up from deep within, rumbling through him like thunder. The realization of the dream sunk low in his chest like a heavy stone.

  He notices his mother holding his shoulders with a terrified look on her face. Vince was unable to stop shaking.

  “Vince, what’s wrong?”

  He stared at her making sure it was her and not the rotten figure in his dream. It was so real he could still smell the scent of decay.

  “It was just a nightmare.”

  “Are you alright!? Do you want to talk about it?” Rubbing his shoulders, trying to comfort him.

  Vince wanted to tell her, but he was to frighten to let the words roll off his tongue.