Lilly's Torment

By: Honor James

Beyond the Veil 2


February 26, 2014

“It’s been twelve days since the Veil has fallen,” Jonathan reported into the camera. “War has been declared against the races. Among these races as we’ve found out through sources, are the following.” He lifted a sheet of paper from the desk and began to read. “Luhpyne, which is wolf, Vhampire which is self-explanatory.” His smile was more a grimace. “There are also Ahnjels, which is angel, and Spirytes, which is witch or warlock, depending on the sex. Currently, these are the only races we know exist, but we’ve heard rumors that there are likely others.”

Casey, the other reporter, looked pale as the camera focused on her. “We’ve had reports that the races, for the most part, have remained on their side of the line. The line is where the Veil had been before it fell. We’re still unclear as to why the Veil fell and likely may never know for sure.”

“That is true, Casey, but scientists are working on the problem. Remarkably, scientists both of the races and ones who are human. So far, they are the only ones that are working well together.” Jonathan paused and took a piece of paper handed to him from off camera. “We’ve just been notified that the declaration of war has become an act of war. A nuclear device was apparently sent past the line where the Veil once was. It didn’t explode, and was in fact disarmed by the races, but they are taking this to heart and have notified Earth officials that they will end this war on their terms.”

The camera cut to Casey, who was staring over toward Jonathan with horror on her face. “Oh my God,” she breathed out. She seemed to catch herself and faced the camera again. “We will keep you up to date on all the news as it becomes available.” The station went to a programmed show in progress at that point.

Chapter One

October 31, 2034

Lifting her head up, she cast a gaze into the darkness. Try as she might, she couldn’t gain a bearing, couldn’t figure out just where the hell it was that she was. She shifted, moved slightly, and tried to refocus. Shaking her head, she lifted a hand and touched her forehead, wincing immediately when she did so. Once more, she closed her eyes and simply tried to focus, tried to regain her composure so that she could get out of there. So that she could escape.

Pulling spit into her mouth, she spat the blood out and once more lifted herself up on shaky hands, got up to her knees, and braced a hand on the wall at her side. A whimper escaped her as she lifted herself up to her feet. Close, she was so very close. Just a little further, just a little more and she would be able to move. Pulling upon all of her inner strength, she licked her lips and rose to her feet and then began to move.

One foot in front of the other, her steps heavy, the boots feeling even heavier than they typically would on her feet as she moved. Closing her eyes against the wave of dizziness, Lilly took a breath in through her nose, pushed the breath out through her mouth, and moved. Somehow, some way, she had to get away, had to get out.

Stopping just before a window, she stood off to the side, glancing out the broken and filth-covered window before ducking, moving to the other side and looking once more. Certain that the coast was clear, she moved on past that window and to the next with tattered lace curtains that billowed in the wind, whistling through the broken glass. The moon shining through the smudged glass was a mockery of calm and rightness.

Snorting, she continued until she made it to a door. Pausing, she braced her blood-covered hand on the doorframe. Bending slightly at the middle so that she could breathe, she then wiped her hand over her forehead once more. “All right,” she whispered aloud and then looked once more. After ensuring that the coast was clear, she stumbled out of the home and toward the bright lights of the city through the park.

When she arrived at the FBI building, Lilly pushed her way in, greeted by the bright lights and safety that the building made her feel. Suddenly there was a rush and flurry of activity around her, and she looked to her boss. Swallowing hard, she looked to him and lifted her hand to pass off the flash drive that she fished out of her pants pocket. “It’s all there.” She felt hands on her body, pulling her down, and continued, had to tell him. “It was Tommy Hemby.”

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