Eyes of the Dead

By Nomar Knight

People react differently when experiencing a traumatic event. When Mr. Billings was a child, he witnessed a murder. Held spellbound by the victim's desperate attempt at maintaining life, he never expected to feel electrical impulses throughout his body and when their eyes connected, the victim's evil deeds empowered the boy. Once the man's eyes took on a glassy glow, Billings did whatever he could to experience the power that can only come from the eyes of the dead.

Once unleashed, the supernatural connection gave Billings an almighty purpose. His unique gifts empowered him to clean up the city streets, one degenerate at a time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nomar Knight
• Release date: Dec 7, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465753038

Nomar Knight

Author of Horror, Suspense, Dark Romance and Supernatural Thrillers. Lover of literature and loves to laugh.

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EYES OF THE DEAD

A

NOMAR KNIGHT

SHORT STORY

Eyes of the Dead is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

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Copyright ©2011 by Nomar Knight

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DEDICATION

I dedicate this book to my grand children, Shaniela Acevedo, Ian Perez and any child who had the misfortune of witnessing the darker side of life.

Chapter 1

My first encounter with death stole my innocence at the ripe age of seven.  It came like a disturbing night creature whose purpose to astound and mortify, entrapped innocence, while sucking its victims inside a dark abyss from which escape eluded the unforgiving heart. 

As I leaned against the second floor window and watched a heated argument unfold between two patrons in front of the neighborhood pub, nothing could have prepared me for the event to come.  At first, disturbing words spewed from the taller gentleman.  Frustration spread across his face.  A street lamp's iridescent glow illuminated his gaunt cheekbones, as his fiery eyes threatened the husky, smaller man. 

With one swift motion, the little man produced what I now know to be a snub-nosed, .38 caliber, nickel-plated Colt, not unlike the toy my parents had bought me.  While thoughts of a comic drama unraveled before my virgin eyes, a sharp blast, followed by a puff of blue smoke, surrounded the duo.  The tall man recoiled and held his chest, pleading with his eyes.  Once again, the disturbing popping sound echoed throughout the street, followed by the ominous cloud.  Burnt metal permeated the night air.

That'll teach you to steal from me, you prick!

I ducked behind curtains while the gunman searched his surroundings.  Somehow, I sensed his menacing stare penetrate through the wooden