Twenty Eighth Excerpt of The Mutates: The Creation

Hello, beautiful people, it's Peytona! Happy Excerpt Thursday! How are you? I'm doing well. I have my first show tonight for my podcast. I'm so excited. We're coming in for a landing for The Mutates. Can you believe it? I can't. It's been a fun journey. I hope you're enjoying it. I know I am. 

Okay let's get right to it. Here's the next chapter. Enjoy!


...The Calm before the Storm... 


I remember seeing my dead wife in my kitchen with a gun in her hand. I remember feeling so surprised that she had shot me. She looked surprised, too. Was she really my Elana? She couldn’t remember anything. Couldn’t remember me. She had told me she had seen Tyler. She had kidnapped him for another man. The way she had talked about that man. It was like she had undying devotion to him. Who was Randall Herman? How did he make her like that? It didn’t make any sense to me. 
I felt myself drooping against something warm and alive. My hands were tied behind my back with plastic cuffs. I groggily opened my eyes and found myself in a hotel bedroom. Denise was at my back and still unconscious.  
“Reynolds is awake,” a man said, wearing all black like he was SWAT or something. There was a taser on his hip. 
A man… no, I’m not sure if I can call him a man. He lost his humanity a long time ago. A creature with a human face came into the room, walking like he was king. I’d never felt so small before. His very presence made me recoil. 
“Jacob Reynolds,” he said cheerily, approaching me and crouching to my level. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I can see where Tyler gets his good looks.” A wolfish grin appeared on his face. 
I shook my head a bit to get rid of some of the grogginess from the tranquilizer and then glared vehemently at the creature. “You’re Randall Herman,” I said. “You took my family.” 
Randall smirked saying, “Finders keepers, Jacob.” 
I lunged forward with an angry cry. “You didn’t find them!” I yelled, waking up the others. “You stole them, you monster!” 
His smirk only deepened as he stared amusedly. The man behind him approached and shoved me back before removing his taser from its holster. 
“Try that again, Reynolds. I dare ya,” he taunted, sparking the taser in warning. 
“It’s alright, Stefan,” Randall said calmly, giving him a reassuring smile. How could he be so calm? I nearly bit his face off. “He’s only human after all.” The way he said that made me sound primitive. 
“Where’s Tyler?” I demanded, eyeing Stefan’s taser.  
“Where’s Samy?” Denise spoke up, turning to look at Randall’s face.  
“Andy? Lola?” Cara called as if her children were in the other room. 
“I’m afraid the children aren’t here,” Randall sighed, a deep furrow forming on his brow. A monstrous growl escaped between his teeth.  
We were all silent. Did this – at the time – human just growl like a beast? 
He seemed to catch himself and then smiled apologetically at all of us. “I didn’t mean to frighten you all. You see, the children have been disobedient as of late. They’ve been forgetting who has blessed them and been a father to them. You being here with me will fix that.” He stood up. “We’ll be leaving soon to go to McConnell Mills. I have no doubt you will see them there. Though I’m sure what you’ll see will absolutely astonish you. Stefan,” he turned to him, “have Elana and the rest prepare for our departure. It won’t be long now.” He turned back to us. His eyes had a dangerous gleam to them. “Yes, it won’t be long now.” 
I felt terrified for the first time as an adult. It was like a monster was in the room. I couldn’t breathe. I wasn’t able to pull myself together until he left the room. 

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