Repetition

By D Lee Warren

Repetition is hell.

Beverley has a secret, a deadly secret that costs lives every time she keeps it. Tonight, it will cost her own.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brian Crowell
• Release date: Nov 9, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311891112

D Lee Warren

D Lee Warren is a pen name used by American author Brian "BD" Crowell. Under the Warren moniker, he writes horror, suspense, and supernatural fiction.Find out more about D Lee Warren and his Stories that Disturb at www.dleewarren.com.

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Repetition

Copyright © 2013 by Brian Crowell

Edited by Victoria Shockley

Cover design by Karri Klawiter

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

First Edition: 2013

Excerpt from Paradise Lost by John Milton (1667)

Visit D. Lee on the web at www.dleewarren.com

Table of Contents

Title Page

Dedication

Chapter One: The Crash

Chapter Two: Aftermath

Chapter Three: Inside the Plane

Chapter Four: Beverley's Seatmate

Chapter Five: Flight Deck

Chapter Six: Flames

Chapter Seven: Decompression

Chapter Eight: Resignation

Author's Note

Deleted Scene 1: Back in the 'pit

Deleted Scene 2: Beverley gets the Ring

Newsletter

Repetition

By D Lee Warren

For Miranda, who’s always supported me and stood beside me, behind me, or in front of me. Thank you for always knowing when and where I needed you to stand, even when I didn’t know myself.

CHAPTER ONE

The Crash

Beverley watched the crushed and mangled wreckage of the airplane burn in front of her. The air between her and the downed plane had a shimmery quality to it, like that bit of sky just above a country blacktop road in the summer. Thick clouds of black smoke rose into the night sky, darkness against more darkness, blotting out the stars above.

She saw the plane fall out of the sky and come to rest. It didn’t crash into the sleeping neighborhood at an angle as she would have imagined, but instead it had simply dropped like a stone from the sky, straight down. As it impacted, for just a moment she thought she saw the face of a young girl looking out of one of the windows, looking right at her it seemed. Then the plane collapsed upon itself and fire engulfed it, obliterating her view of anyone who might have been peering out a window.

The plane had landed mostly in the road, although it lay partially in the driveway of a house on the far side of the street. A late model Honda that had been parked there had become part of the wreckage, lost now in flames and smoke. She saw that two of the homes closest to the crash had caught fire.

Far in the distance, Beverley thought she heard the sound of sirens. She craned her neck to look in that direction, knowing that there wouldn’t be anything there; the sirens were too faint to be close enough to see their source. But there was something there. A minivan had just turned onto the street, driving toward her, toward the wreckage. It passed by her without even slowing and drove right into the side of the burning plane. A few seconds later, Beverley saw it emerge on the far side of the wreckage and continue up the street, shimmery through the heat haze but otherwise unharmed. She looked back at the plane. Before her eyes, it lost its solidity and broke apart, dissipating into nothingness. The parked Honda gleamed dully in the moonlight, as unscathed as when she’d first walked up the sidewalk. The houses across from her, now solid and unburned, stood guard over the silent street in front of them, their windows dark eyes watching, marking her as a stranger who didn’t belong there. She looked up. The stars glittered back,