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So without further adieu here are my first 550 word of my WIP 'THE CROSS OF BE'HAN
The bomb exploded sending shrapnel into the already mangled torso of Lieutenant Frank Shepard. The overpowering stench of burnt flesh seared his nostrils. He laid in the muck behind enemy lines dying . He was in hell. He needed morphine. He writhed in pain, his twisted form crumbled.
Where was that damn medic?
Ice cold fingers touched his blood soaked face.
Frank couldn't open his eyes. He drifted in and out of consciousness. The smell of death was all around. Was he dead too?
"Medic, I need morphine," his voice quivered.
The medic didn't respond. Frank tried to reach for the medic, but it was an illusion.
I'm in hell...
I'm in hell, he repeated over and over in his foggy mind. Pain raced through his ravaged and shrapnel riddled body. Frank pleaded with the apparition. "I need morphine," he begged. The apparition laughed and continued to prod Frank's torn and mangled shell.
The ice cold fingers poked their way through the gaping wound in his stomach. He blacked out. The hideous shape danced around Frank's lifeless body. It didn't speak, but continued the demonic ritual. Frank lay unaware of what the creature was doing to his torn body.
Flames swirled inside his blood soaked body, but he didn't stir. The creature proceeded to prod and poke until it found a piece of metal. The creature carefully removed the blood and gut covered object. 'The Cross of Be'han had been recovered.Lieutenant Frank Shepard was of no use now. He could be destroyed. Karton had the Cross and now he would kill the human lying before him.
The buzzing grew louder. The swarm of angry bees grew closer and finally caught up with Frank. The bees latched onto him, digging their stingers deep into his flesh and stung Frank until his body was raw and bleeding. He tried to run, but the bees covered him. Frank gave up and sank into the rain soaked ground. The bees continued to gnaw at his skin. The little creatures were killing him.
"Frank, wake up man." The distant voice called his name. Frank couldn't answer. The bees had infested his mouth.
"Frank! Wake up!" The voice continued it's request louder.
The bees finally stopped stinging him. Frank tried to run, but he had no control over his body. What was happening? He heard a blood curdling scream coming from somewhere...that scream was coming from inside him.
Frank gasped for air, but he was deflated. Breath was not an option. His body was on fire. The bees had done their damage. Where am I? Something was shaking him. The bees had come back.
“Frank! Frank! Wake up!”
He couldn't wake up. His eyes were swollen shut. Help me... But help wasn't coming.
Frank felt something cold on his face. Was he dead? He clawed at his swollen face.
Something tried to restrain his flailing hands. Go away. He tried to swat the bees. Go away . He felt cold water trickled down his face and onto his lips. Frank tried once again to move, but his body wouldn't cooperate. All he could do was lie there and wait to die.
Turkish archeologist Leyla Aslan had heard the rumors Lieutenant Frank Shepard was still alive. If he were alive he would be in grave danger. The Cross of Be'han. She prayed Lieutenant Shepard still possessed the ancient artifact. And what of Karton? The demon never left unfinished business. He would be back and Leyla would use Lieutenant Frank Shepard as bait.
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