Netherworld, Soul Guardians Book 4 Read Online Free PDF
Author: Kim Richardson
inside her. The prospect of a little girl being tortured by
a mass of wicked demons was horrifying. They were running out of
time. Kara needed to find her immediately. Walking briskly, she
spotted David and the others standing near a bench a block away.
They were waiting for her. Their faces showed their concern when
they saw her approaching.
A little boy around the age of seven
with carrot-red hair chased a yellow and purple butterfly around a
metal lamp post across the street.
Kara waved at her friends. She made up
her mind to tell them about the voice—that way they wouldn’t look
at her as if she were demented anymore. Or would telling them make
it worse? She wasn’t sure. But she knew she must tell them no
matter how delusional they would think she was afterwards. They all
had their worried faces on. She hated the fact that they thought
she was so fragile.
The butterfly flickered away and flew
across the street towards Kara.
It always made her anxious to talk
about the voices she heard. She feared the look in their eyes. Kara
the schizo—that’s what you got for being different—and different
Kara was. She knew her friends cared for her a great deal, but that
psycho suspicion always flashed across their faces for a second
when she spoke of the voices—and always long enough for Kara to
see.
The boy chased the butterfly onto the
street.
But even after all the experiences
they shared, her friends still stood by her. They had risked their
own souls breaking her out of jail. Freak or not, they were still
her friends, loyal friends. So what if she heard more than one
voice inside her head. They had accepted her freak show already.
Surely one more oddity shouldn’t be a huge blow. They would
understand.
The boy laughed as he continued to
chase the butterfly in the street.
The blue of David’s eyes sparkled as
she approached them. Jenny was staring off at a group of girls
their own age with longing in her eyes. Although Kara knew Jenny
loved her job with the legion, she understood that yearning. She
felt it, too, at times. They would never be normal teenagers ever
again. Instead, they were soldiers who fought to keep the mortal
world safe from demons. Their lives now were unequivocally
different from that of average teens. There was no going
back.
The boy jumped as he tried to catch
the butterfly with his bare hands—
Kara froze.
A black cab rumbled down the road in
the opposite direction.
An image of the boy lying dead in the
street wavered before her eyes. The world around her faded, and she
focused her full attention on the boy. Her sight sharpened like a
camera’s zoom lens.
The boy’s eyes were fixed upon the
fluttering creature.
The cab kept coming.
Her M-5 suit clicked into overdrive. A
surge of warm energy washed through her. Before she knew what she
was doing, Kara rocketed across the street and tackled the boy. The
cab clipped her left foot as she landed safely on the sidewalk. She
heard a loud crack but felt no pain.
“ Are you crazy!” The cab
driver honked angrily and cursed as he drove by.
Kara ignored his rude comment and
sighed in relief. She lowered the little boy to the ground. Her
hands shook, and she let him go gently.
“ Wow that was really close.
Didn’t you see the car? No. I guess you didn’t. You could’ve gotten
really hurt. Be careful next time, okay? Always look both ways
before crossing. No more chasing butterflies in the street. You got
that?”
The little boy didn’t answer. Instead,
he looked at Kara with a puzzled expression. His big blue eyes were
fixed on her; his mouth fell open. He poked her arm with his tiny
finger. “Why are you glowing?”
Kara laughed. “What? I’m not glowing.”
She thought she might have bumped the kid on the head by
accident—oops—but she had still saved his life. A bruised head
shouldn’t be too serious. “Just be careful next time,
okay?”
“ James!” A red haired woman
came rushing up to them. She squeezed the
a mass of wicked demons was horrifying. They were running out of
time. Kara needed to find her immediately. Walking briskly, she
spotted David and the others standing near a bench a block away.
They were waiting for her. Their faces showed their concern when
they saw her approaching.
A little boy around the age of seven
with carrot-red hair chased a yellow and purple butterfly around a
metal lamp post across the street.
Kara waved at her friends. She made up
her mind to tell them about the voice—that way they wouldn’t look
at her as if she were demented anymore. Or would telling them make
it worse? She wasn’t sure. But she knew she must tell them no
matter how delusional they would think she was afterwards. They all
had their worried faces on. She hated the fact that they thought
she was so fragile.
The butterfly flickered away and flew
across the street towards Kara.
It always made her anxious to talk
about the voices she heard. She feared the look in their eyes. Kara
the schizo—that’s what you got for being different—and different
Kara was. She knew her friends cared for her a great deal, but that
psycho suspicion always flashed across their faces for a second
when she spoke of the voices—and always long enough for Kara to
see.
The boy chased the butterfly onto the
street.
But even after all the experiences
they shared, her friends still stood by her. They had risked their
own souls breaking her out of jail. Freak or not, they were still
her friends, loyal friends. So what if she heard more than one
voice inside her head. They had accepted her freak show already.
Surely one more oddity shouldn’t be a huge blow. They would
understand.
The boy laughed as he continued to
chase the butterfly in the street.
The blue of David’s eyes sparkled as
she approached them. Jenny was staring off at a group of girls
their own age with longing in her eyes. Although Kara knew Jenny
loved her job with the legion, she understood that yearning. She
felt it, too, at times. They would never be normal teenagers ever
again. Instead, they were soldiers who fought to keep the mortal
world safe from demons. Their lives now were unequivocally
different from that of average teens. There was no going
back.
The boy jumped as he tried to catch
the butterfly with his bare hands—
Kara froze.
A black cab rumbled down the road in
the opposite direction.
An image of the boy lying dead in the
street wavered before her eyes. The world around her faded, and she
focused her full attention on the boy. Her sight sharpened like a
camera’s zoom lens.
The boy’s eyes were fixed upon the
fluttering creature.
The cab kept coming.
Her M-5 suit clicked into overdrive. A
surge of warm energy washed through her. Before she knew what she
was doing, Kara rocketed across the street and tackled the boy. The
cab clipped her left foot as she landed safely on the sidewalk. She
heard a loud crack but felt no pain.
“ Are you crazy!” The cab
driver honked angrily and cursed as he drove by.
Kara ignored his rude comment and
sighed in relief. She lowered the little boy to the ground. Her
hands shook, and she let him go gently.
“ Wow that was really close.
Didn’t you see the car? No. I guess you didn’t. You could’ve gotten
really hurt. Be careful next time, okay? Always look both ways
before crossing. No more chasing butterflies in the street. You got
that?”
The little boy didn’t answer. Instead,
he looked at Kara with a puzzled expression. His big blue eyes were
fixed on her; his mouth fell open. He poked her arm with his tiny
finger. “Why are you glowing?”
Kara laughed. “What? I’m not glowing.”
She thought she might have bumped the kid on the head by
accident—oops—but she had still saved his life. A bruised head
shouldn’t be too serious. “Just be careful next time,
okay?”
“ James!” A red haired woman
came rushing up to them. She squeezed the