The Messenger (2011 reformat) Read Online Free PDF

of hands was
alive.
    Belinda's
heavy breasts sat flawlessly erect even though she was lying down. Sweat coated
her body thick as glycerin; her pore-less perfect skin shone white as summer
clouds, a stunning contrast to large, blood-red nipples and flame-orange eyes.
Her hair seemed luminous, hanging in yard-long, sun-blond tresses off each
shoulder. She moaned, closed-eyed, grinning like a cat. Her buttocks, legs, and
back squirmed in the most erotic luxury-it was the hands, all those severed but
living hands caressing her from underneath, kneading her flesh.
    Carlton's eyes
roamed up his daughter's elegant body to her face.
    Blushing-pink
horns sprouted from her forehead, and in the pre-orgasmic grin, Carlton saw
fangs and a slender forked tongue. Eventually she pulled two hands from the
moving mass-a demonic hand and one that seemed octopod-then sighed when she
placed them on her breasts. The hands kneaded her independently, coaxing more
waves of writhing pleasure. Finally she picked up a third hand-a large human
one-and began to masturbate with it.
    The image
blared bright...bright as a car’s headlights in his unblinking face.
    "Good-bye,
Daddy. I'll see you again someday. And remember what I said. Remember his holy
message."
    Carlton's
heart felt like a dying lump.
    "The
arrival of the Messenger is at hand ..."
    And then she was
gone.
    The vision
vanished, leaving Carlton alone in utter silence. The cubby seemed cold, like a
walk-in refrigerator, and the flashlight's beam reflected off the narrow walls
so brightly it was hurting his eyes. I must've fallen asleep or something, he
told himself, and had a nightmare. And what a nightmare it had been, the
cruelest invention. How could his mind manufacture something so awful?
    The imaginary
bracelet, too, was gone. None of it had been real. All that remained was the
square hole in front of him, the panel of which he'd knocked out previously. He
took a few moments to still his mind, to let the remnant images of horror
evaporate, then looked at the hole again.
    I can't leave
it like that. Gotta put that panel back in.
    He crawled
forward, moved his head and shoulders into the opening, and roved his light
around. The space beneath the post office seemed vast but totally empty. No
pipes, no wires, nothing he might expect. He didn't even see the panel. It
must've fallen below the opening.
    For whatever
reason, and as hard as he was trying to forget the illusion of his lost
daughter, the vision's strange words dripped back into his head for a mere
second:
     
    Behold the
Messenger. The arrival of the Messenger is at hand.
     
    When Carlton
leaned farther into the opening, he saw the space wasn't totally empty.
    There was
something there. He reached forward to touch it.
    It looked like
a box.

Chapter
Two
     
    I
     
    Marlene always
had to have her morning coffee, a big one. Always black, no frills. So that's
what she got today, at the Qwik-Mart two blocks down from the main post office.
    The only
difference between today and any other day was this:
    Marlene didn't
work at the main post office anymore. She worked at the west branch office, which
had only opened yesterday.
    She looked the
same. Short, pretty, mocha-brown eyes, and buffed straight hair that could be
called dark blond or light brunette, depending on the light. She was in
excellent physical condition, after a decade with the post office; half of her
delivery shift had always been in a vehicle, but the other half was on foot,
which left her legs toned and tan. Many an eye regularly glanced back at her
official post-office shorts, and at the light blue top that always seemed
strained across a more-than-adequate bosom. In her midthirties now, Marlene
looked as desirable as any woman in town a decade younger.
    "Marlene,"
said Marvic, the gray-bearded proprietor of the Qwik-Mart. He was from the
Balkans, and had an interesting accent, which sounded part-German and
part-Arabic. "Please do not take this the wrong way, but you do