Chapter 19: Chapter 19

“Tonight,” he whispered down at his work, pleading. “It will happen tonight. I can feel it.”

He wasn’t done sketching, though. Fire had consumed him from the inside out. And a rush of energy swept throughout his middle as he leaned forward, snatched up the pencil, ripped off the first sketch, immediately set it off to the side, and started sketching on a new page in front of him.

He created something horrible on the pad, but it seemed very helpful. A body had appeared on the white piece of thick paper. A young male with wide eyes and an opened mouth came to life at his fingertips. The man was shirtless and his neck was sliced open from ear to ear. Bubbles were rising out of his mouth. His long hair waved around his head as if it had a life of its own, as if the victim on the pad were alive, or in the process of dying, fighting for his life.

“He’s under water,” Damian said. “He’s drowning.”