Atmosphere
Michael Laimo
Language: English
Pages: 226
ISBN: 0843950412
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Frank Ballaro, police detective, is retiring shortly. Or is he? A trail of blood on the curb outside his apartment leads to an alley where two young men have been severely mutilated. But they're not dead. Something keeps them alive. In the hands of one is a strange object, something he holds onto for dear life. Something he calls...atmosphere.
the family that her mutilated body had been found in the hallway closet next to his parent's bedroom upstairs, Bobby felt as if he'd been struck in the heart with a great blow. At once he refused to accept the loss of his sister, and had stayed unbelieving of the dreadful truth: that Carrie had been horribly murdered, her body stuffed into his very own suitcase like a slaughterhouse discard. Apparently his vehement denial led police to believe that it was he who had committed the crime, and
of refuse on the alley ground. He leaned back crookedly against the building wall, his entire body trembling like a machine. At first glance it seemed he was staring up at them, eyes rolling wildly and unable to pin their target, but in reality his tense face bore eyes turned up into their sockets, the whites glistening, shot with ruptured circles of blood. Just like the first boy they encountered, this victim also suffered gruesome wounds to his groinal area. The penis and testicles had been
easily dissuading them to assume the simple explanation as valid. Of course, their explanations are utter falsehoods. In or about the month of December, 1996, a spacecraft of alien origins entered our atmosphere at the North Pole. Although visible to the naked eye, the craft remained hidden to military personnel, exercising a nameless technology cloaking it from radar and satellite scans. The alien embodiment within anchored the craft deep within the arctic snow, spending a year or more there,
while some nurses were bandaging his wounds. All hell broke loose. It took three security guards to hold him down until they managed to get him sedated. He's been out since, but it was a helluva scene. The maniac tried to kill himself, grabbed a pair of fallen pincers and jammed it into his eye." Richards stopped in front of a closed door and slid open a small view window at eye level. Frank peeked in and saw a man lying on a steel cart, ankles and wrists bound tightly, bandages shrouding his
shudder. "Frank...?" Hector's eyes were wide with apprehension. In the silence they heard heavy breathing emanating from the apartment's only other room. Frank and Hector stepped cautiously to the threshold of the other room. Frank could feel his eyes bulging, and his hand reached for his mouth to hold back the nausea caused from the thick, coppery odor issuing from within. He glanced at Hector. His face returned to white, like parchment. The partners readied their guns, hurriedly edged the
