Welcome to my new work in progress! “Arrival” A Paranormal Thriller.
I will be featuring an excerpt from “ARRIVAL” my latest work (In progress) each week. I have listed this as a paranormal/thriller. I have yet to decide if I should add Dystopian to that genre list.
Your thoughts and comments would be greatly appreciated.
Here we go! (No synopsis)
CHAPTER 1 Excerpt 1.
“Arrival” by Suzanne Burke
The blood was pooling now. Rapidly drying in the oppressive heat of early morning.
It caked the whitewashed walls in grotesque patterns, like Picasso on a bender.
The team moved softy, with the silence of impending death, sending ‘activation’ messages to those of the ‘Breed’ that stood watching the carnage without expression.
The other onlookers, the latest generation of ‘Nontells’ were deemed irrelevant. They would do as instructed; unaware of the invasive and hostile messages they lived their pathetic lives around.
Diablo Ortega was a Nontell. He watched the Breed experts carefully, fascinated as always with the teamwork without words that they excelled at. The nagging doubts he had of their intentions lay dormant at such times. The poetry of movement between them was a beautiful thing to behold.
It was only when his own part of the job was complete that those niggling thoughts carved a valley into his brain. The bodies were still warm to the touch. Death had not yet visited for long. Dismemberment was carried out in routine order. Diablo had a fleeting gratitude that his team did not need to decapitate the body. Taking the limbs was sickening enough.
His face reflected no horror. For he had witnessed far worse.
Why did the the Breed insist that all Nontells leave the room once forensics were underway. Why did the Breed always clean the gore themselves, when they had an army of Nontells to do it? It made no sense.
Why indeed were the ‘Breed’ at all times,the last ones to remain on the scene, and the first to arrive?
Diablo tried unsuccessfully to stem the tide of his suspicions. The ‘Breed’ could read his thoughts, he was certain of it; all that kept him safe was their egomaniacal assumption that a ‘Nontell’ would have no thoughts worthy of reading.
He sat. He pulled a beer from the ice-box and drank it down fast; it cleared the bitterness from his palate for a time. Alcoholism was rampant within the Nontell colonies. Since the ‘Arrival’, in fact, the Breed encouraged it. It was the one thing that the Nontells were permitted to excel at.
He remembered well the days before ‘Arrival’. Those days before were forbidden to recall, never to be spoken of. The Breed had succeeded overwhelmingly well in quelling their humanity. But not for all. Not for him.
The memory played out in the theater of his mind, sweet, sweet, memory … of the days when laughter was spontaneous, tears were permitted,, and joy was anticipated with delight. Days of sunshine and superman, dogs and children, doughnuts and coffee.
Years of striving to attain a place, working long deadly hours, returning home to a partner that valued your contribution to their world.
‘Arrival’ had irreversibly altered that sacred pattern.
The ‘Breed-Master’ had declared the days before “Arrival” as a pestilence to be diminished and swept from memory.
It was so ordered.
Diablo Ortega chose to disobey.
As did the others … they would arrive soon. The other Nontells, the ones with enough humanity remaining to dare to be different. Small pockets of them had begun forming, always alert and always at risk.
Diablo waited, and allowed his thought to drift, visions of yesterdays again entered, they blazed heat and light …
The sudden loud pounding on the door, startled him. He jumped up, spilling the contents of his beer over his shirt. He glanced around as if a method of escape would magically appear, it did not … . The pounding continued and his heartbeat accelerated, all his focus now on that door.
They others had a prearranged signal and this wasn’t it.
To be continued….
I do hope you enjoyed this excerpt. Those that read this, will be the first to do so.