The Unwanted Winter - Volume One of the Saga of the Twelves Read Free Page B

magnified for a second. This iridescence
grew in intensity with blinding speed, until it became a flare of
luminance behind the gossamer billow of the clouds.
    Then, she saw
it.
    It was highlighted within
the wispy structures in the air before her, towering, incredibly
immense. It was the cloud she had noticed before. It had a face
now, in the clouds, eyes glowing malevolently, from miles away,
across the great distance. It stared at her with such unadulterated
hatred. She gasped a loud, her hand coming to her mouth.
    I see you, you little
bitch. You won’t escape the likes of me, not ever.
    Lady Gaga was long forgotten.
    There’d been a
voice IN HER HEAD!
    Ricardo was a distant
thought.
    It took all of her will to
stop from yelping with fright.
    In the front seat, her
mother turned around to see what was wrong with her.
    Her father looked at her
through the rear view mirror, concern on his face.
    She ignored them. Because,
the moment the sun’s glare vanished, it’s light no longer capable
of illuminating the clouds, the vicious, leering face seemed to
smile. It was a slow, knowing smile.
    It was gazing straight at
her!
    I’m going to kill you, you
worthless human!
    Oh god!
    A blink of an eye passed.
It was gone.
    An overwhelming sense of
dread befell her, so deep, so thorough, she could feel it in her
bones.
    Something terrible is
going to happen… in Los Angeles…
    Whatever she did to try
and escape the thought, it was fruitless. She knew now. He had
spoken to her in her mind. No matter how fantastic it may sound,
she knew it for truth. There was no mistake. Not now. Not
ever.
    He was coming.
     
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Part
One:
Pieces
in Play

    … For, Frosty the snowman
had to hurry on his way, but he waved goodbye saying, "Don't you
cry, I'll be back again someday."
    Thumpetty thump thump,
Thumpety thump thump, Look at Frosty go…
    ~Steve "Jack"
Rollins
     
    Winter either bites with
its teeth or lashes with its tail.
    ~Proverb
     
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    Winter’s Friend
     
     
    Thursday, November
18 th ,
8:09am…
     
    Mikalah sat in her
3 rd grade class, waiting for the first lesson of the day to
begin, twirling her shoulder-length, dark brown hair with her left
index finger.
    At eight years old,
Mikalah had long ago grown out of the pudgy, stubby - if not
square-ish body type – she’d at a much younger age. Her form had
lengthened and thinned, revealing a slender girl of medium height
for her age. Her once wild hair had straightened and shone darkly -
even in sunlight. As the years passed, it remained as thick and
course as it had when she was a baby. Because of this, her hair
wasn’t easily styled, since no amount of curling or crimping could
bend or shape it. It remained absolutely straight, hanging down
from the crown of her head in all directions. Despite this, her
hair held its’ own beauty. It shone brightly, reflective, a soft
vibrancy, even the harsh fluorescent lights of her
classroom.
    She had the typical
Hispanic complexion – dark. Growing up in Los Angeles, with its’
long summers and short winters, had deepened its’ the tone to a
deep russet. The sort many an actor would spend hours in the salon
attempting to duplicate, but couldn’t’ quite achieve. This was a
thing too natural to manufacture. Any cosmetic attempt at its
duplication would come out looking overly tanned, too dry and
tight, as if drained of all moisture. Their skin wouldn’t retain
the succulent depths of her native skin.
    She was of average build
with strong legs and arms. Her eyes were dark brown, matching the
color and sheen of her hair. Her gaze was always alight with
intelligence and wit. She wore the usual attire required by her
school - white polo shirt and navy blue pants held up by a Little
Mermaid belt with matching shoes upon her feet.
    She was like so many other
eight-year-old women across the country, in any given city -
playful, outgoing, occasionally