The Wrath Walker (The Wrath Series Book 1) by Matthew Newson (fun to read .txt) 📗

no longer cared what she thought about me. I loved Lizzie, and I always would, but I hated being thought of as nothing more than a criminal.

“How noble of you.” she said with a sly smile as she knew she was getting to me.

“That’s right because I want to see them all go to jail for not just ruining my life, but for all the other lives they ruined. Does that sound like the motive of a killer to you?”

“Yeah, because you had no part in screwing up your life, it was all someone else’s fault. It’s always the same old story with you, and it’s getting old.”

“That’s it, I’ve had enough. I’ve answered all of your questions, and you’re not charging me with a crime, so can I go now? I’m sure Scott has lunch waiting out there for you like the good little boy that he is.” I said the last line to cut her as deep as I could, and I couldn’t stop myself once I had decided to let it out.

She wrote something down on her note pad and smiled back at me. “Yeah, he probably does, and I’m sure you need to get back to finding someone’s cheating spouse, or whatever else you do to occupy your time. I’m surprised you haven’t been featured on one of those reality shows where they do that. You should put in for one, it would be a clear move up for you.” She got up and went to the door. “You’re free to go, but don’t leave town, I have a feeling we’ll be talking again soon.” She glanced at her phone. “Would you look at the time? I need to get across town for my appointment to look at wedding dresses. Have a good day, Brandon, and one more thing. If Wrath is really going after Ron’s old friends. How long do you think you have until he comes for you?”

She got the last word nearly every time and used the look of pride and victory on her face just to hurt me.

The line about the dress had pained me more than Wrath eventually coming to kill me. I knew I was a dead man walking, but I also saw for the first time how much Lizzie hated me. She was unable to keep it from registering on her face the entire time we talked. I figured there was nothing I could do to change that, and our relationship was as dead as Joey was. A part of me knew Scott was bad news, but she wouldn’t believe me even if I had concrete proof.

I picked up a burger and fries on my way home and ate it at my desk as I thought about my next move. I couldn’t go warn the rest of the Amaras because I knew Lizzie had officers watching me, and the Amaras would kill me if they suspected for one moment that I killed Ron and Joey. As I finished the last bite of my burger, I realized I wasn’t alone in my office anymore. Wrath stood in his signature red suit directly across from me. He had gained access to my office without me knowing he was there, just like he did at Ron’s house. I decided to go for my gun, but Wrath spoke up and stopped me.

“Don’t do that, Brandon, you and I both know that’s not going to stop me. Besides, I’m not here to kill you. I just want to talk to you a moment.”

He was right about the gun being no help, so I placed my hands on the top of my desk where he could see them and hoped he wouldn’t escalate the situation.

“How did you get in here?”

“With ease,” he said with a joyous smile on his face.

“How long have you been here, Wrath?”

“I can get into any place I desire, when I desire, but don’t worry, I just got here. That burger you ate is going to take a lot of pushups and sit ups to burn off all those calories. You really should try and make better dietary choices, Brandon. Maybe next time order the grilled chicken sandwich, a salad, or something like that.”

“Is that why you’re here? To scold me about my dinner?”

“Oh no, I don’t care what you eat. It’s really no matter to me.” He stepped toward me.

“Are you really not here to kill me like you did Joey?”

“Nope, it’s not your time yet, and I did kill Joey, but you already knew that. He died because of his sins, which were many by the way.” Wrath took a seat across from me.

“You beat him to death with your bare hands.”

“I did.”

“That wasn’t necessary.”

“But it was because Joey liked to do that same thing to his victims. Are you beginning to see the pattern yet?”

“I see it, but why are you really here, Wrath?” Fear gripped me in my chair.

“I’m here because my boss told me to come and visit with you tonight.”

“Your boss is God, right. Because you are the living embodiment of his wrath on the earth.”

“That is correct, my friend.”

“You know how crazy that sounds don’t you?”

“Watch it,” he snapped back at me. “He sent me here tonight for me to tell you a little about myself to help you. There’s no need to bring insults into this, do you understand me?” He smiled.

“Okay, I understand, what does he want me to know,” I asked, getting more and more creeped out and fearful by the second.

“A little bit of history on my existence. My brothers and I were there on the day Sodom and Gomorrah were destroyed. We rained down fire and brimstone on the city, ensuring that it and all of its inhabitants were destroyed. We held them accountable for all of the wickedness they all had committed for years in that place. There was not one innocent in the entire city, not one, can you believe that?” He seemed completely enraptured with his