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Camp Torment Part One
FORCES OF THE UNDERWORLD
(STORY TWO)
CAMP TORMENT
The black boots stomped through the book store, their heavy foot falls making themselves heard by the other customers in the shop. The bitter, cold, Canadian wind blew through the doorway as the door swung closed. Blue denim clad legs marched purposely, knees showing through the designer tears. A metal studded black leather jacket was left unzipped revealing a Black Sabbath t-shirt.
Zack made his way towards the supernatural section. His long, dyed black hair fell irritatingly in front of his face. He whipped it out the way with a flick of his head. His eyes gazed at the book titles as he walked down the aisle. He dismissed each book he came across until he saw something that caught his eye. It looked ancient. It was bound in brown leather with a layer of dust upon it. It truly stood out amongst all the clean and new books in the store.
"Weird."
He slid the book off the shelf and wiped off the dust hiding the title. The book was called Satanic Spells and Rituals.
Zack felt his pulse race and the corners of his lips lifted involuntarily.
"Ace!"
The shop assistant was surprised to see the book himself. It had no barcode and it wasn't recorded on their system. He'd looked totally confused. "If it's not one of our books I can't charge you for it. If you want it, you can have it."
"Aren't I having a lucky day," Zack said before thanking the man enthusiastically.
****
Back home Zack dug out the score of the music he'd composed. He was sure he would find something amazing to use as lyrics inside the book. Zack hung his electric guitar over his shoulder with the strap and plugged it into the amp. He...
(STORY TWO)
CAMP TORMENT
The black boots stomped through the book store, their heavy foot falls making themselves heard by the other customers in the shop. The bitter, cold, Canadian wind blew through the doorway as the door swung closed. Blue denim clad legs marched purposely, knees showing through the designer tears. A metal studded black leather jacket was left unzipped revealing a Black Sabbath t-shirt.
Zack made his way towards the supernatural section. His long, dyed black hair fell irritatingly in front of his face. He whipped it out the way with a flick of his head. His eyes gazed at the book titles as he walked down the aisle. He dismissed each book he came across until he saw something that caught his eye. It looked ancient. It was bound in brown leather with a layer of dust upon it. It truly stood out amongst all the clean and new books in the store.
"Weird."
He slid the book off the shelf and wiped off the dust hiding the title. The book was called Satanic Spells and Rituals.
Zack felt his pulse race and the corners of his lips lifted involuntarily.
"Ace!"
The shop assistant was surprised to see the book himself. It had no barcode and it wasn't recorded on their system. He'd looked totally confused. "If it's not one of our books I can't charge you for it. If you want it, you can have it."
"Aren't I having a lucky day," Zack said before thanking the man enthusiastically.
****
Back home Zack dug out the score of the music he'd composed. He was sure he would find something amazing to use as lyrics inside the book. Zack hung his electric guitar over his shoulder with the strap and plugged it into the amp. He...
