Eyes For Horror E-Book

Bob Ric

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

Darkness is a time to be wary. Distrust the unknown. Don't take unnecessary chances. Run when you can, fight all out when you can't. Some things are constants we can count on... like the horror of facing oursevles and what we fear most.

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bob Ric

Eyes For Horror

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Body Shop

“They are prosthetics. Amazingly life-like, yes?” Alvin Toone slapped at the stump of his leg, winched, and rubbed. “Weird.”“Weird, what? I think it is all amazing.” Sherry Dane’s eyes fastened on a demo of technological wizardry. The fingers of a hand crawled and pulled at the arm it was attached to, felt and climbed her damaged body and attached itself without pause. She was in for her final fitting. Already, her new prosthetic felt better than the real thing.“Weird. As in ‘Ghost Image’ weird. Don’t you get them? It is interfering with my new leg.” Alvin spoke between nervous gulps. “Watch.”He snapped his fingers. His fake leg woke up from where it lay on the floor, began rolling towards her friend. “Normal, right? They are built to find their way home and reattach automatically.Alvin stopped rubbing the knob where his limb had been amputated, grimaced, and stared at the tableau before them. Every time the artificial leg attempted to join his stump waving at it, Alvin’s body jerked away. “I can’t help it. My ghost leg is doing it. I don’t have any control.”Alvin Toone was the one who introduced Sherry to ACE Industries. He had been all aglow at the ‘temporary’ leg given while his was designed. The agility, response time, strength and endurance of the device was impressive.It’s toes were so flexible it could pick up a dime fallen on the ground or write with a pen. The thing had enough instinctual intelligence when Sherry dropped the knife she was cutting bread with, the blade flipped up and landed in her hand instead of impaling Alvin where it would have hurt most.Her depression at being deprived of a normal life had evaporated like smoke. “I have to have one. What do they cost? It looks seamless where it attaches. You can wear shorts and it disappears into your flesh.” She wanted to reach down and kiss the darn thing.Alvin grinned those beautiful white teeth of his and boasted. “They only take you when you have a reference from a previous customer. That’s me.”It was the first time Sherry had sex with anyone since the accident eighteen months ago. She felt that happy, grateful, and, well, loved. Her own process was now in its final day. What was Alvin trying to tell her with this strange demonstration.He had come to listen to her crow over her new look and superhuman abilities. Instead, the awful glint in his eyes appeared to be unreasoning fear at her decision to follow his. The body shop that had felt small, intimate, and friendly, now sent a small shiver of anticipated foreign dread through her. “Alvin? What are those lesions on your leg. Have you been harming yourself?”Self mutilation was a thing her therapist had helped her work through during rehab. It took a complete force of will for her to stop attacking her stump for the frustration and pain of no longer being normal.Getting a date had been impossible among her old cadre of friends or in the gathering places she went. The looks she got made her feel creepy and depressed. Where desire had flushed male faces, now revulsion enthused glazed eyes that faltered and turned away.Her therapist’s request to meet with other amputee’s made her want to puke. It reminded her too much of what had happened to her own body. The auto accident hadn’t been her fault. Out on a heavy date, hand busy inside her handsome companion’s pants, they’d both been drinking too much.Nothing compared with the daredevil gunning the engine of the hopped up Chevy by their side. “Winner pays for the party afterward,” the slurred insulting voice floated from out its window and the race was on. They’d been winning, edging in front when the Chevy lurched into into their lane at one hundred and twenty-five miles an hour. They flipped, skidded on their roof. Her hand and arm were trapped in the pulverized mess her date’s body became, intimately made one with it in a final moment of gruesome farewell.Alvin snapped her back into the present. “My new leg is jealous, won’t stop trying to join up. My team took the leg away when they couldn’t fix the problem. Kept the damn thing to study and it escaped. I keep bringing it back and it finds me again. Crazy. They promised to kill the damn thing but it escaped before they could.”Sherry couldn’t believe her eyes. The thing was hopping around like a jackrabbit kicking judo chops in the air, striking and splintering at the artificial arms and legs nearby. The scene became surreal with the body shop’s limbs defending themselves and attacking each other. “Alvin. We’ve got to get out of here before we get torn apart.”When she turned to her friend in desperation, her good hand met the shock of fresh bloody meat. A vivid image of her accident which had haunted and reborn in her dreams shocked into flight. “What’s going on? Let me go.”Alvin’s other limbs were fighting off and attacking every other limb coming close. “I’m a paraplegic. I didn’t want you to know. Not even other amputee’s feel comfortable around us.” Alvin struggled to blurt out the words.Sherry hissed as pain shot through her good arm and hand she tried to grab Alvin with. The body shop was going mad. “Let me go.”The stink of the dead bodies of Alvin, Sherry, their therapist and and the few staff in the body shop huddled by the exit door had made a growing number of wild dogs howl and attempt to get in to feast. Broken windows where they found entrance made the smell come to the attention of workers at neighboring businesses.News outlets refused to show photos of the aftermath. It was too horrible for sane eyes. In their sealed coffins, if you listened close enough, you could hear the thump of artificial limbs trying to get out. The business creating them went belly up and the urban legend of arms and legs tearing apart strangers limbs trying to find their home was born.