Page 83 of Lunar Desires
“Let me do this,” I interrupted my brother. “Just hold the door open for me.”
Let me trigger this pain for my dear, dear scumbag uncle…
They did as I asked, albeit hesitantly, heading into the lobby with the others.
“If you get hurt, I’ll stamp on both your feet,” Isaac tossed out, keeping the door wide. “If you still have them.”
I laughed, my attention snapping to the approaching watery figures.
“Moon on Moon,” they said, their voices giving off a creepy echo.
Screw them
Screwhim.
“This is how I like it,” Uncle Jonathon added. “How it should be. I will take the power you stole and?—”
Blah, blah, blah!I threw the potion at the wooden pole supporting the power lines running from my building into the adjacent street, making a dash into the lobby.
I made it just as the boom went off.
Chapter 24
RILEY
Aburst of white fire had the doors and windows shaking, every light going out. The ground quaked as people screamed and a plant pot fell over, spilling soil across the lobby floor.
Wow. Those potions packed a punch. Really, I could’ve just used Tidal Pull. Oh, well. This brought more theatricality to the moment.
Jonathon howled with rage outside, cursing my name. The explosion destroyed the pole, bringing down the power cables. They thrashed, sparking with glorious blue electricity in the water, thrashing their way across the ground.
“No!” my uncle screamed.
Electricity shot through the water in violent ribbons, spitting sparks and seizing each figure in a cocoon of bolts, taking them out in smaller explosions, revealing a flesh version in the middle of them all.
Uncle Jonathon collapsed in a seizure, smoke streaming from his ears, his hair catching fire, his skin blistering.
Despite the rain, he went up like a paper lantern, his bloodcurdling screams clawing at the night.
The rain stopped as if someone had turned off the tap, leaving behind a smoking corpse, a blue stone glittering beside it.
“Another one down,” I said, pain in my temples.
God, the enormity of my violent act sank deeper, a permeating force taking me over.
What if I’d hurt those people at the blockade? Some innocent members of the public trying to get home?
I can’t…
I can’t…
Voices rang behind me. Panic. Phone calls being made. My heart racing, my soul hungry for the next iteration of my uncle.
Kill every piece.
Purge the filth from existence.
Isaac threw an arm around me. “You’re a genius!”
