Art Work © by Tom Sierak

Adult Story

A different beginning for Vincent and Catherine - by meeting as teenage penpals a year after Lisa leaves the tunnels and when Catherine is being pursued by a psychopath intent on killing her.
Love quickly springs up between our two favourite people and when the psychopath vows to kill one young girl a day until Catherine comes out of hiding she and Vincent head for the family cabin where Vincent will do everything in his power to protect Catherine and provide for her a safe place from the storm.

An exciting story of romance, love, terror and sorrow, with of course, a happy ending.

An extract from pages 20 & 21 (regular print) to whet your appetite:

'Catherine knew that it would be useless to hide. She had already called out a greeting. Still she hurried across the room and stood behind the door intent to clonk her intruder over the head if they appeared to be menacing in any way. Maybe it was someone from one of the other cabins? But why did they not call out, why were they entering her home without even knocking? Gripping the rolling pin till her knuckles hurt Catherine watched the door swing back and stood quaking behind the presence of some person covered from head to foot in a long black Mac. She wanted to scream, but no sound would come and from her vantage point the figure already looked menacing and Catherine slowly raised her weapon above her head ready to strike.

When it came his voice startled her, “Where are you?” Yet, even so, his words brought a rush of relief as she decided he sounded friendly. How wrong could she be?

“Here.” She replied timidly and froze as he turned and she saw the blood soaked garments that he wore. Invisible hands seized Catherine’s throat rendering her unable to speak and she thrashed out with all her might with the wooden and marble object in her hands. He ducked each blow swiftly, even as he stepped toward her his eyes dark and thunderous, his mouth twisted into a sneer as he told her, “You don’t want to do that young lady. I’m not nice when I’m angry.”
Throwing the rolling pin hard against his face, Catherine heard the thwack as it struck bone and as he staggered she bolted for the door, wrenching it open and rounding it even as he grabbed her arm in passing.

Adrenaline kicked in, Catherine fought and kicked, clawed and bit the arm that held her until he finally let go and she took off slipping on the dampened grass her eyes darting this way and that as she sought her escape.

Close behind, she heard him running, slip sliding on the wet grass, cursing as he followed her, endeavouring to cut her off, even though she knew not where she headed. There was nothing but open space, and though she knew her father to be up the mountain, she knew that dashing uphill would not gain her any ground over her pursuer’s long strides. She twisted, turning in mid stroke as he lunged for her and saw him fall to her left colliding with an outcrop of rock, feeling triumphant when she heard him curse and knew she had gained some distance. Ahead of her was her father’s car, she dismissed it as being locked, probably her pursuer had already tried that, but as she neared the vehicle she tried the handle anyway, jubilant when it clicked open. Throwing herself inside, she slammed down the safety catches, and sought the spare set of keys above the sun visor. They were gone!

“Looking for these?” Fear clutched at her heart as she looked up to see the man holding up a set of keys in one hand and her skin turned to ice as she noticed the glint of the axe her father used to chop logs in the other.

There was nothing else for it; she would throw herself onto the car horn and stay there, knowing that her life was ticking away. Any moment now the axe would come crashing through the window and she would be at his mercy. Still she had to try and so with her chest pressing tightly against it, the horn blared out eerily echoing for miles and miles leaving Catherine to hope and pray that the horrifying blade now hurtling toward her would bring death swiftly to her young life.

Strange, but her last thought before the windscreen shattered, was not of her father, or of her mother as she would have supposed, but of her pen friend Vincent, a young man whom she had never even met.'

Print size: Regular 104 pages or large print 138 pages - (Font 11 or 13 respectively) - please state size when ordering.

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