[EXCERPT: THE SINS OF THE SOUL]
Adam went to the door, peeked through the glass, and saw that the creature was gone. He hadn’t noticed it get up and leave, but it might have had something to do with the gun in his face. Whatever the case, it was either still in the area or had gone somewhere to die.
“What’s wrong?” Lisa asked.
“That thing is gone.”
“The safe house is a mile from here. If we hurry, we can use the fog to mask us well enough until we get there.”
“Okay.”
He unlocked the door and started to pull it open. As a result of the beating it took, the frame was warped and caused a loud screech to wail through the dark night.
“So much for being quiet.” He said as he eased out of the store.
The fog seemed thicker, but the breeze had also died down. He suspected it was all settling, which he feared would soon return to one-foot visibility.
They walked in silence for a while. It was mostly because he didn’t have much to say, but he was also starting to feel the pain that he felt when found out Lisa was dead. It was tormenting to see her walking and talking, alive but never deader.
He wanted to hold her again, tell her that he loved her. All these things he would have done when she was alive. If he was in fact insane, he would be happy to stay within the confines of a padded room if it meant he could spend the rest of his life with her, even if she was nothing more than a figment of his imagination.
As his heart grew ever warmer by Lisa’s presence, they reached an intersection. He pulled himself back into focus, and realized that the fog had become dense again. As they crossed the street, he heard a noise. It could have been a growl, a scrape of nails, or anything really, but he was sure that it was nothing friendly.
In a low whisper he said, “Hang on a second.”
Lisa halted, and listened with him. The sinuous clouds shifted and stirred around them, and all seemed silent now. When he stepped closer to the fog, a large claw emerged from the smoky weather and slashed his arm.
Edward Grey 