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The Forsaken
Estevan Vega



The first victim has no natural wounds. No prints left behind. No lacerations. But the life has been gruesomely drained from the corpse, and a broken cross is now imprinted inside the skin.

Left for dead a year ago by his former partner, reckless and medicated Detective Jude Foster now endures mindless therapy sessions in order to be given another chance at his life.When the chief of police discovers the first victim strangely killed in this sadistic fashion, Jude enters a dark world all-too-familiar. He knows he’s seen this method of murder before, but he never caught the killer.

Could this be a copycat, or is it the one that got away?

Forced to take on a new partner for the case, Jude must come to terms with the fractured memories of his past, attempt to keep his younger brother safe, and chase down a ghost killer who is collecting human souls. But time is against him. How many more victims will there be before the killer is satisfied? And will Jude Foster be able to survive this new hell or in the chaos, will he risk becoming something else entirely?


“Finish it,” he cried at last, but blood dripped out of his eyes.Not your blood. He blinked, thought it would go away. Blinked again. He was wrong.
Dropping to the ground, he grabbed his sides. The sting of thirsty serpents was too strong to ignore. They moved toward his heart, he knew. But they wanted control of something else; something he wasn’t sure he even still had.

“Some souls taste better than others, my friend. He will be pleased with yours. You will serve your purpose, like the others.”
Another blink spilled more blood into the sand. More events lit the back of his eyes. Ancient, dark deeds. Some, recent evils. He scratched his face, more red tears slipping from him. Something more wicked was coming. It began to bloom, and it was breathing new life every second, forming breaths with his breath, blinking using his eyes. Could he control it? Would he be able to bring it out and put it back when he wanted?

There was a stir that crept inside him then. It was full and inviting. The connection was almost complete.
“Every soul is part of the circle. You are a part.” The same voice. He no longer hated or feared it. “You came for answers. You came for change. You came to me for new life. And these great and wondrous things we have given you.”

When he tried to speak, no known language came out. Syllables bled off his tongue and floated away. Each effort was an unwanted chorus in an unknown song. Still, the foreign tongue communicated, and now the invisible voice that haunted him from every angle possessed form.
As the knowledge of this dark language spread through him, he felt his body being drawn closer to the edge of the cliff. The horizon shrank. His nostrils flared, and his dry tongue smacked against the roof of his mouth, forming sounds he’d never before uttered. Through red eyes it all now appeared before him. Through red eyes, his vision was made pure.

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