Beautiful Death (Bella Morté Trilogy Book 1) Read Free Page B

at her clothes, her hair, and her limbs. Ripping her out of shock’s glorious embrace from the excruciating pain of broken limbs. Screaming at the top of her lungs only made it worse. It was like a dinner bell calling more crazed people to the site. Soon, her shrieks stopped. In time, so did her blood.
    Grace watched Alice bouncing away and stumbled to get the truck door open to go and help. As Dani asked, they locked the doors when she left, and in her panic, it took a few minutes to remember how to open it again. The doctor told her she had dementia, which was the start of Alzheimer’s. She argued that the doctor didn’t know what he was talking about until times like this.
    Dani wanted to scream, cry or wake up from this terrifying nightmare, but she couldn’t do any of it. The man raced at her with all intentions of ripping her to shreds. Well, she wasn’t going to let that happen. As he grabbed at her, she hit him with the bat. It was like hitting a concrete piñata, repeatedly. She struck his hands, his shoulder, and even hit him in the stomach. The only thing she managed to do was move him around in a circle. He should’ve dropped many times over.
    She felt drained. It was tiring swinging the bat. He might even win this battle. She wasn’t sure where the burst of energy came from, but it was there when needed. Screaming in anger, she put every ounce of rage she felt into that swing, hitting him upside the head. Finally, he hit the ground, missing a few teeth with a loud, echoing snap.
    Once he was down, she raced off in the direction of her mother’s last scream. “Ma!” It was too late. There wasn’t anything left but a pool of blood. Even the mob was nowhere in sight. One minute they were there tearing her mother apart, the next they just disappeared. That was worrisome.
    “NO! ALICE!” Scrambling out of the vehicle, Grace ran towards Dani. “Where is she? Do you see her?”
    Turning, Dani opened her mouth to scream, growing white as a sheet with a wide-eyed, terrified expression. Raising the bat high, she rushed towards her. “G-ma! Behind you! Quick, run towards me!” She found the mob. They returned, running at a full speed right at them.
    When standing on a building, or a cliff, or even a bridge high off the ground, the first thing people say, don't look down. This is useless information because it causes people to do just that. It was the same for not looking behind you. Though she didn’t tell her not to look , it was in her expression: fear. Her granddaughter was the strongest, bravest woman she knew. She would stand up to a horde of angry people with little fear in her eyes, break up two grown men fighting in the street, and wasn’t afraid to speak her mind. However, what she saw on her face made her quickly turn to see. She wouldn’t be surprised to see the mighty T-Rex snatch her up in his hungry jaws. In that second, she realized it was too late to run. Hell, it was too late to do anything.
    She would never again taste the sweetness of cherries.
    The horde came after her as if they were escapees from the mental ward for the criminally insane. Ripped clothes hung off their bruised and bloody bodies. Some even had jagged slashes in their flesh, but one thing they all had in common; they were coming at Grace.
    She screamed as they pulled her to the ground, struggling, trying her best to fight them off, but it was useless. There were too many. “Dani, help!”
    They didn’t waste time, tearing her clothes off like plucking feathers off a chicken. Once her shirt was gone, one of the men punched his hand through her stomach. He grabbed handfuls of her intestines, shoving them into his mouth, chewing greedily. The others played tug-of-war, ripping her limbs from her body, bathing in the blood.
    Dani couldn’t get to her in time because the mob attacked her too. Screaming, she swung the bat, trying to make a path. “Get off her!” Knocking a few on the head, sent them out of her way,