"Terence West - Wraiths 2 - Until The Stars Grow Cold" - читать интересную книгу автора (West Terence)

heirloomтАФshe would have it repaired someday. It seemed like a moot point now. He heard the
scuffle of shoes on the stairs outside. His heart thumped and jumped in his chest. He feared it
was loud enough for them to hear it. Crossing his hands over his chest, he tried to muffle the
sound pounding in his ears. He watched the door intently.

тАЬWhere are you, little one?тАЭ

The voice was light and playful as if this were some horrible game. And Thomas knew it
was, to them.

тАЬWhy donтАЩt you come out? It wasnтАЩt nice to run away like that.тАЭ

He pushed himself further into the corner, the darkness enveloping him. He had seen his
mother, father, and sisters die tonight at the monstersтАЩ hands. He would not willingly suffer the
same fate. He had been assuredтАФmany timesтАФthat monsters didnтАЩt exist and yet here he was,
hiding from his nightmares become reality. Anger began to well up deep within his heart.
Those who had hurt his family would be made to sufferтАжhe would see to it. His tiny, innocent
heart was suddenly engulfed in flame as it became a furnace of hatred. Holding his hand in
front of his face, he balled his fingers and squeezed until the fragile, still developing tendons
and muscles popped and cracked in protest. His tears, no longer salty and distressed, were now
drops of raw venom rolling down his face.

You can kill them all .

In his anger, he heard a voice whispering to him from the blackness that surrounded him.
It was as familiar as an old friend. It was deep and gravely, as if a normal, human voice had
been dropped several octaves and scarred with the coarsest sandpaper. He shut his eyes tightly
and gritted his teeth. He had heard this voice many, many times in his life, and only through
an act of sheer willpower was he able to ignore it. Each time it reappeared, it somehow became
more persuasive.

Use your gifts. You can make them pay .

Yet this time, he didnтАЩt want to ignore it. The voice was right. He could seek his revenge on
those horrible creatures, and every act of evil they wrought on his family would be returned in
kind. He lowered his hand to the floor and started to pull himself toward the edgeтАФ

YesтАжthe fire that burns in you now, use it to make them suffer for what they have done to you.
Unleash your true potential!

He stopped. Biting his lower lip, he withdrew his hand and scooted back into the corner.
His heart grew cold once again as the flames were snuffed by guilt and promises
madeтАФpromises now growing cold in the family room below. He would not betray the
memory of his mother and father this way. He had long ago assured them that he would not
unleash his gifts in anger. He owed that much to them. There was another way.

The sound of scuffing against the hard wood silenced his internal struggle. Glancing out
between the semi-clear containers that surrounded him, he saw a pair of dirty, black boots
appear outside his bedroom door. The nearest one had a dark discoloration on the toe. He
knew instantly what it was. Several streaks ran down from the blotch to the thick rubber sole.