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Buried Beneath The Shadows
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Ongoing, First published Nov 03, 2015
Mature
John Highland swears revenge after witnessing his wife's ruthless murder and his daughter's brutal kidnapping. Soon after, he realises this is the result of one mistake he made years before. Coincidently, he stumbles upon an 'old friend' who claims to know a lot about what is happening. 

Facing the demons of his past, he hustles to save child and himself from the mess he's created. Things he thinks he knows crumble into dust as the further he sinks back into old routine, the more he reveals about himself, the people who are after him and the people who are trying to help him..

Can he bring her home? Or is this whole thing bigger than he expected?

WARNING: MAY CONTAIN STRONG LANGUAGE AND VIOLENT SCENES

"I sobbed erratically as I looked over to what I hoped was not the dead body of my wife. My Ana. Bile began rising up my throat, pushing me to my feet and out of the door towards the bathroom. My gut wept in mercy as I heaved green acid from my stomach. It leaked from my nose and stung my eyes. I had no control of myself. I whimpered in between heaves, my dark hair sticking to my forehead soaked with sweat. I was a mess, my eyes red with strain. I sat there for a while, on the toilet floor, clinging tightly onto the bowl of the toilet. My tears ran dry as all the liquid from my body had been drained."
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My hand slaps against my mouth as I try to shut myself up. Don't make too much noise...or he'll hear you. A vehicle's door opens then slams shut. I don't hear footsteps...but as the minutes go by I begin to hear them; the footsteps get louder and louder and louder, matching the sound of my thundering heart. That's when I see his shadow cast over the ditch...over the place where I tried to hide. "Well," he says with a smile in his voice. "I wonder where he could've gone...the footprints stop here...so I wonder if he just...disappeared?" My body begins to tremble. I can feel it now. The pain. I can feel the pain already. He jumps down into the ditch...he stands directly in front of me, with his back facing me. My hand presses harder against my mouth as I try to suppress my whimper, but it's way too late now. But his body tenses up when he hears it. He laughs bitterly as he turns around slowly, and his eyes cut through my camouflage easily. "There you are."