Episodes 2

In this panicked moment, he knew that the little boy saw his true intent.

The realization rattled him. No one had ever seen beyond his veneer. He was a true seer. A warlock.

The little boy was THE ONE  that God wanted him to kill.

'Are you okay?' he said.

'Yes. Yes. I'm fine.' Gabriel moistened his lips. 'Tell me about the woman you love.'

He smiled, knowing he could be charming when it suited him. 'We met at the university. We're in the same class.'

'What's her name?'

'Carrie. I loved her very much. Why didn't she love me back?'

The predictable question coaxed some of the tension from his shoulders, and he eased forward a fraction. The man smiled but he knew how Gabriel fear, as visible as the sweat on her brow, lingered. 'Carrie loves you, but she is afraid of... her emotion.'

Despite his resolve to be strong, The soft voice speaking Carrie's name drew him in closer. He wanted to believe Carrie had loved him. 'She said she hated me.'

'She doesn't hate you. She loves you. You must go to her and tell her that you care.'

The little boy spouted more nonsense about good fortunes and happiness, but when the timer buzzed, he immediately released his hand.

His open palm lingered. He yearned for Gabriel touch. Emotions demanded he take him now. Kill. Kill. Kill. But logic kept him on a tight leash. Wait. Prepare.

And so he quietly left the tent and used the next week to prepare his room for the little boy. The boy was his first kill and he wanted the detailed to be perfect.

On the seventh night after his reading, he'd waited in the shadows. When the boy return from his whoring in the town and ventured to the carnival bathroom by the wood's edge, he grabbed the boy and covered his mouth with his gloved hand. An injection in his arm had immediately rendered his silent and complaint. He easily dumped the boy in the trunk of his car and brought him to the hunter's cabin, nested in the hallow of the Virginia woods.

Now moonlight steamed through the windows and mingled with the glow of three lanterns. The only concession to the luxury in the rough cabin was pump, which fed into the deep basin. Furnishings were limited to a long wooden table and a few straight back chairs by an old soot-stained hearth. Those who inhabited this place were prepared for a monk's life, an idea that appealed to him.

Eagerness churned inside him. Too many years of fantasizing and dreaming were about to become reality, and it was hard to maintain control. His skin tingled. His stomach clenched. If he didn't soon unleash the raw energy brimming inside him, he'd go insane.

Unable to wait for his awaken, the man grabbed a bucket of cold water and poured it on his face. The boy awoke cussing, screaming, and sputtering. The hint of panic behind his screams enhanced hid excitement. He stared at the boy silk blouse, now wet and can see through every parts of his body.

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