SNEAK PEAK INTO
FUGITIVE (Episode 3 in The Killer Novella Series)
BY OLIVIA HOWE
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Fugitive
(Episode 3 in The Killer Novella Series) by Olivia Howe
E-mail: authoroliviahowe@gmail.com
Prologue
Ashton Carroll
(The Doctor)
Gwen has my daughter and she won’t let me talk to her. That’s my blood
and I can’t even speak with her? I don’t even know what she looks like
nowadays. I only have a small baby picture from when she was first born, and it
was hard enough to get that.
I have my
contacts check in on her all the time. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have known she
was even pregnant with my baby! And I sure as hell wouldn’t have a
picture of her.
I’ve tried
numerous times to call her—at least once a day. Bitch has a restraining order
on me. Does she really think that’s going to stop me? Never. I will
never give up on my daughter.
I’m going to make Gwen pay for all of
this. She will regret keeping my child from me, ignoring my phone calls, and
not even telling me about my Mika. I’m going to torture her until her breaking
point. I want to see her bleed. I’m going to slit her throat and watch her
squirm underneath of me. I will enjoy every minute of it, too.
“Fucking bitch!” I slam my fist against
the wall. “I’m going to kill her and her little boyfriend, too.”
She fears me now? Wait until I get my
hands around her neck.
My mouth waters at the thought of her
blood in my mouth. I will savor the moment when it comes, and it will come. It’s just a matter of time.
She doesn’t even know what’s coming to her. Soon she will.
My cell door clinks and then opens. Five
guards are all suited up and ready to take me to rec. Wonderful. I get an hour
outside all by myself. It’s not even like being outside. It’s like I’m in a car
with the roof down. Concrete walls surround me and fresh air swarms through the
top.
Once the guards come back for me, they
stand close, ready for anything that might happen. I’m a stone cold killer and
they fear me. I can see it through their eyes. They better.
I elbow one guard in the nose and wrap
my chains around his neck. We fall to the floor and I wrap my legs around him,
locking us together. This is why they should
be scared of me.
I’ve never liked killing this way. I
miss my knife. I miss watching the blood squirt from my victims neck as they
realize they’re about to die.
Alarms start going off. There must be a
dozen guards trying to get me off of him. I won’t budge. Not until I feel his
body go limp in my arms.
They start beating me. I can feel the
blood running down my nose.
By the time they taser me, I release. I
got what I wanted. The guard is dead.
As they continue to kick me and smash me
in the face, I send an echo of laughter through the air as blood swims down my
face.
COMING SUMMER 2016
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