Another 2k banged out today. It was a rough start, but once I realized I had the wrong bad guy driving, everything was pretty well smooth sailing.
I’m down to the last two or three scenes before I can type the words “The End.” Or rather “End of Book 1.” Pretty exciting. 🙂
She felt better when a driver waved her ahead at a four-way stop. Stupid, but she’ d begun to wonder. The idea of being invisible panicked her. She’d expected it to be exhilarating, freeing, but it only filled her with dread. If she disappeared, would anyone notice? What would happen to her mom? Would Myles just dump her into her old, all memories of either him or Rain washed away. The thought filled her with a chill that had nothing to do with the winter wolf padding along beside her.
She came to a stop at another intersection, pausing to let the truck that pulled up next to her go first. There was a guy in the bed and she turned to flash him a smile, grateful to have someone acknowledge her, but when her eyes met his, she froze. It was one of the creeps from the other day- not the one who had grabbed her, but he was grabbing at her now.
She tried to scream, tried to run, tried to do anything but her mind and limbs were frozen. She couldn’t cry out, couldn’t think, and he was pulling her to the truck, dragging her over the side.
And then Frost was there, leaping over them int0 the bed of the truck and snapping jaws around the man’s torso. With a shake of his head, he ripped the man away from Rain and slammed him up against the back of the cab. Rain sagged against the side of the truck, winded and bewildered. Her brain couldn’t keep up with what her eyes were showing her.
The driver – the goon that had grabbed in their first encounter- was drawing a pistol from inside his coat and trying to aim around his partner.
Frost smashed through the cab, tearing into it like a tin can. The man in his jaws seemed to dissolve, turning into an inky black smoke that poured out from between his teeth. It boiled over the edge of the truck, over Rain, and disappeared into the ground. The rest of the man’s body was rotting away at a frightening speed, like time lapse photography. There was sagging skin, then bone, then dust, then nothing. Rain watched in horror, but Frost was moving again.
The driver had fled from the truck, and was trying to scramble away, when Frost pounced on him. He pinned him to the ground with one huge paw, snarling and snapping inches above the goon’s face. The man screamed, then suddenly the sound of it was silenced, though his mouth kept moving. He clawed uselessly at the paw that held him, only to have his hands melt away into nothingness, as did any part of his body that Frost touched. The nothingness spread outward, consuming the man completely until there nothing left, not even ash. This wasn’t a rapid-fire rotting like the other goon had done – this was pure eradication. The man was there, and then he was not. Rain had seen what she’d known to be a soul leave the first man’s body – as surely as she knew it hadn’t been a human soul. But this… There was nothing left. Nothing left of either of them now. Just an empty, beat-up pick up truck.
And then that too started to melt away under Rain’s hands. She scrambled back, tripping over the curb and landing hard on her backside. Still, she back-peddled, only stopping when she hit her fallen bike. One minute, she’d been riding down the street, then attacked by goons in a truck, then there was nothing. Not a trace that anything had happened. Just her, her bike and the empty street.
And the big white wolf.
He walked toward her, and Rain scrambled to her feet, crouching low. She didn’t know where she would run or how she hoped to escape, but all the nerves of her rabbit brain screamed at her DANGER! and she listened.
Frost stopped and laid down, making himself seem as small as possible.
“Do not be afraid, you are safe now.”
Rain’s eyes grew huge, and she felt all the blood leave her brain. He spoke. The giant winter death wolf just opened his mouth and spoke.
Well, ok, his lips hadn’t moved, but she’d heard it all the same, a real, booming sound. His voice was like rumble of distant thunder, or the voice of an enormous mountain. It echoed through the air and through her mind, like those cheesy Voice-of-God sound effects, but there was nothing cheesy about it.
Frost could talk.
Frost could make people, and things, dissolve into nothingness, and he could talk. And he was telling her she was safe. Hold the phone. Her brain had too much catching up to do.
“What. The Hell.”
Frost blinked, and cocked his head to the side. “I do not understand.”
Rain sat her happy ass down on the concrete before she fell down. “You can talk! You ate some dudes for breakfast and now you can talk!”
“I have always been able to speak.”
His calm tone of voice did little to soothe her. “Seriously?! You could talk all this time- you’ve understood every word I’ve said to you! You asshole! I’ve been talking to you all day and all you’ve done is the stupid strong silent type act- wtf dude? NOT cool.”
She clenched her teeth and glared at him, embarrassment and anger chasing away the last of her fear.
“There is no need to transform your fear into anger at me. You are safe now, and can continue home.” He stood and moved toward her again, but stopped when Rain started waving wildly.
“That’s another thing- what the hell just happened?! Where are those dudes, and the truck? What did you do?”
“They are no more. You are safe.”
“You said that already- what the fuck does it actually mean?”
Frost tilted his head again, and the RCA dog act started to get on Rain’s nerves. She was totally over-reacting because she was scared, but she didn’t care about that right now. Her world was upside down and she needed some answers.
“What happened to them? What was that black smoke? Why did that one guy rot? How did you make two people and an entire truck disappear?!”
Frost lay down again, the picture of a long-suffering doggie that just wanted to go for walkies. “The same way I am keeping the people around us from noticing an angry girl and a giant white wolf arguing in the streets. Their thoughts of us, and the very essence of the men that attacked you, are simply not. They have never been, and will never be again. I have Undone them.” He yawned, as if bored with it all. “It is what Destroyers do.”
Rain suddenly felt the need to be moving again. The talk of Undoing and Destroying and being unseen and unremembered chilled her. She righted her bike and climbed back on it, taking a second to stead herself. When she felt sure she wouldn’t fall, she peddled up the street, knowing Frost would follow her.
“And how do I know all this stuff anyways – is that you again?”
She knew he intended to say yes, and that if she looked behind her, he would be nodding. Then the actual “Yes” filled the air, and it gave her the shivers.
“God, that was weird! Can you turn it down or something? Knowing what you’re gonna say before you say it is creepy.”
Frost nodded again, then retreated from her thoughts. At least, that was the impression Rain got. God, all this was giving her a headache.
“No, that is my doing as well. You will find that when I have been looking through your eyes, when I cease doing so, it will leave you slightly off balance.”
There was a sense of apology before Frost pushed into her head exactly what he meant. A flood of sensory details flashed through her mind, both from her point of view and his. Seeing herself from behind, and just slightly behind and from her own eyes was disorienting, and she pushed it away. Frost was courtesy and withdrew, leaving another apology for imposing on her in his wake.
“God, that is so weird.”
“Agreed. But seeing your life as you do is the best way I can analyze what is a threat to you . Until I have determined where you are safe, I will be with you always, watching, as I have shown you.”
Rain grinned and sung softly to herself, “Every move you make, every step you take, I’ll be watching you. Stalker.” She had meant it to be a joke, something to cheer her up, but the reality of it hit her too hard.
“Wait- like, every move every move?”
Before Frost’s affirmative even registered, Rain was already freaking out. “Oh my god! Ewww! Even the shower? No – no way!” She slammed on the breaks, turning to face him. “We have got to lay down some ground rules buddy.”
He raised one shaggy eyebrow, then glanced meaningfully to the little old lady picking weeds in the yard they’d stopped in front of. “Do you really want to do this here?”
“Gah!” Rain threw up her hands in disgust, but peddled forward again. “It’s not like she could see me anyways,” she said sourly.
“True,” Frost answered, sounding too agreeable. “But it seemed like you wanted my full attention, and I can’t give you that while trying to keep the neighborhood from noticing us.”
“Ugh- that’s another thing. No more making me invisible. Period.” She frowned hard, growing more and more unhappy with this entire situation. “Unless my life depends on it or something,” she added with a huff.
God, he made it sound so simple. Stupid death wolf could unmake existence- who knew what was and wasn’t simple to him? Maybe he could make rich, or famous overnight, or something more useful than just making her uncomfortable. And saving her life. Rain sighed. This was just too damned complicated.
She let the conversation go as they hit the hill at the base of her neighborhood. Trying to peddle uphill and berate him would just leave her sounding breathy and stupid. She already heady how pouty and childish she was coming off as. But didn’t he understand what a big deal this all was to her? This was her life. And in the past 6 months, it had all turned completely upside down.
They topped the hill and she wheeled her bike into the garage, resisting the urge to raise the big door for him so he could come inside. She stopped, suddenly wondering where he had spent the night last night. He tended to wait outside for her when she went indoors, but he had been at her bedside last night, hadn’t he?
“Where do you even go?” she asked, more to herself than expecting any real answer.
I am always with you, he said, though his voice was only in her mind now. She cast a quick glance around as she moved from the garage to the kitchen doors, but Frost was no where to be seen.
I am not so mundane as all that. There is no need for me to be seen right now, so I will remain unseen.
Of course, he would offer up such a gem right as she passing through the French doors. Her mother wasn’t in the kitchen, but she’d be bound to hear if Rain decided to take that moment to talk to herself. She made a face and moved into the living room, dropping her backpack on the stairs.
NOTES: From here – is there a scene in the living room, or does she go right upstairs? What does Frost still need to explain to make all this make sense? How soon can I kill Myles?