In sending him from the future to a burnt out wasteland, they meant to kill him, in a cruel and sadistic way. Their calculations were off. Garth landed in a mountain forest only a few feet from Judith, a woman who only existed and wished for death even before the war had killed billions. She had one emotion left, curiosity. Wanting to know who he was, where he came from, and how, she took him home. With Garth she learned to live again. When they came and took him back, they learned that revenge for an eternal knew no time limits.
With a shudder, Judith looked up as
the air changed. Her skin felt as if it
was crawling over the muscles beneath.
She rubbed her arms, knowing what it was even if she didn’t understand
what was causing it. The hair on her body caused the sensation; all of it stood
on end. Something was making a static
electrical field.
A rumbling sounded
like thunder, but there were no clouds in the sky. A flash lit the area, more like heat
lightning than electrical, and a body fell to the ground from a distance of
about twelve feet above, coming from nothingness. Her hair settled, the sound disappeared, and
there were no more flashes.
Just the body.
She stared at it, and
it wasn’t what she expected. But then
what did one expect when a body suddenly appeared out of thin air? Aside from something abnormal--one didn’t
really expect what appeared to be a perfectly normal human being to fall out of
thin air.
He appeared to be a
normal human male, though superior in body structure, with facial features more
regular than most, but still not abnormal.
There were, of course, well built, good looking men -- or had been. Obviously one male still lived who was not
old and decrepit. But where did he come
from? And how--in this world, before or
now--did the technology exist to drop him there?
His chest rose and
fell, but his breathing was erratic. The
trip, wherever it had been from, did not appear to have been an easy one.
She hesitated briefly
before touching him, then shrugged. If
he was contaminated, it could be a way out for her, a way to die. Rolling him
over, she took his pulse, peeked under his eyelids and felt his skin. He was in shock of some kind, strengthening
her theory that it hadn’t been an easy trip.
He had no broken bones, no fever and no indication of infection that she
could detect.
His only
identification was a patch on the front of his shirt with his name, Garth, a
hyphenated abbreviation that meant nothing to her and a number. The clothes were interesting, though not as
interesting as the metal ring around his neck.
She’d never seen the coarse material the pajama style shirt and pants
were made of but only noticed it in passing. The ring drew and held her
attention. Made of a cold metal, it wouldn’t move up or down more than
slightly, and it was anchored in some way at the back of his neck.
The one emotion that had not died in Judith was curiosity.
Larriane
Wills, a multi-genre author, also writes under the name of Larion Wills. From
science fiction to western romances she holds up to her tag of ‘two names, one
author, thousands of stories.’
Born in Oklahoma, but raised in Arizona she
feels a native to the state and has settled in the high desert country. In a
quiet, rural area with a family who tolerates her writer’s single-mindedness,
she presents us with unique fantasy and science fiction while under Larion
still produces western and contemporary romances, many laced with paranormal
settings, all with strong characterizations and suspenseful plots, capable of
dragging you into a story in a genre you thought before you didn’t care for. At her website, http://www.larriane.com, you
can keep abreast of releases under both pen names, keep up with new releases
through various publishers, and she invites you to contact her at larriane@hotmail.com
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