Nick: Justice Series

“There’s some babies there under that there house. I seen them a few times. Not from my time when it mattered little if a stillborn or two got itself buried without a marker to show it was there, but them babies were killed all the same.” Summer turned to them, and he could see all the rawness of the illness that had taken her life, as well as the pain of what she’d more than likely done. “It holds them there. Like a mother holds a child to her breast, it holds them. They can’t be moving on like they should. Once they find them others there, they’ll use them babies like a fire. They’ll burn them up and they’ll be lost forever.”


Summer went out of the house, fading from the room she’d been in to nothingness on the other side. There was no trace of her walking across the yard. Nothing to show that she’d been in the kitchen with them only minutes before but for the locket. Nick looked at it, the lock long since broken, and the little girl’s face that stared back at him. The hank of hair was as yellow as the sunflowers that Izzy grew in the late summer to feed the birds in the fall.

Addie picked up the book. She stared at him as she placed it in his hand as well. He felt the hum of it just like he’d put his hand on top of a speaker with a lot of bass pounding through it.

“Is there a way for us to defeat the army that is being gathered?”

The book hummed more…his fingers burned with it. When he moved his hand away, the book opened in Addie’s palm. The words written on the white page were written in a red so red that it looked like fresh blood.

“Love conquers all.”





Chapter 9



Ellen moved through her new home. There was something so…well, appealing about the place. The green appliances were sort of an eyesore, but she could live with them. They’d taught her how to cook in the home, but she’d never really enjoyed it. Not that there was any food in the place, but that was fine too. She’d figure something out. But she had several cell phones to use, and she was excited to figure them out. Perhaps she’d order a pizza, a rare treat for her while she’d been inside.

Picking out the bedroom that she was going to use, Ellen put her things in the drawers. She didn’t have much, but she’d managed to steal her some nice things. A pair of pretty shoes, a coat for the winter months, and she had five shirts. And what she loved about them the most was that they didn’t have the name of the home stamped on them with her last name and her room number.

The voices began almost the moment she entered the kitchen again. Ellen had always heard them, and for the most part thought they were real. Of course, the doctors at the home had told her that they weren’t, so she’d just talk to them with her mind and not her mouth. It had been what they’d wanted, and to get what she wanted she did as they demanded. It had gotten her out, after all.

“I’m here, you fucking bitch, listen to me.” Ellen looked in the direction of the voice and could see something, but was not at all sure what. “Just concentrate. Christ, you’re as bad as that other fuck that I tried to work with.”

“I’m not a fuck, and you should keep your tongue behind your teeth.” She’d heard that in a movie once and had always wanted to use it. “You have to concentrate or I’ll never be able to see you. Just think of yourself as being whole for me.”

His laughter made her smile. She’d heard that sort of laughter before. Some of the others in the home, the insane ones, would laugh like that when they had something going on. Usually they’d pissed themselves or were about to come. They’d masturbate at the drop of the hat sometimes.

He faded in and out for a few seconds, but enough for her to find him to touch him. When she did, the power that came from him nearly had her climax. It was like…wow. He seemed to have felt it too.

“You’re not dead and you can look at me.” She nodded and moved away from him. There was just too much of him in the big kitchen, and she felt dirty at the same time, a feeling she’d never felt in her entire life. “You’re not bad looking. Could use some cleaning up a bit. Who chopped off your hair?”

“I did. It was getting in my face. And they wanted too many cigarettes to cut it for me and I was trying to be good. I don’t suppose you have one, do you?” He actually checked his pockets. “You’re not too bright, are you?”

His anger nearly had her laugh again, but she could feel him. Not just his energy but everything about him. When he was close enough that she could touch him again, she put her hand over his cock and his on her breast. She asked him if he could use it.

“No. And don’t think I want to either.” He rocked into her hand and then backed away. “Why is it you can touch me and nobody else can?”

“I’m insane.” She laughed then and watched his face. “I have all the paperwork to prove it too. Spent a long time in a home for the insane. And if I wasn’t really careful every day, I would have been the only one there after the first day. But to get out for good, I had to show them I was no longer a threat to the world. Of course, I had me a little dirt on a certain person that really helped me, but I’m out now and that’s all that I care about.”

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