by Linda G Mooney
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Linda G Mooney
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Hi. My name is Alexis Hembree, and I'm a cop. My partner and I are good at our jobs, except we don't tend to work what others would call a normal beat. For some reason we draw evil to us like flies to sugar.
Sometimes there are things in this world we can't explain or anticipate. But when they cross that line between their existence and ours, when they show up, we have to deal with them as best we can.
Some cops fight criminals. We fight something that never should have existed.
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303 Lexington St.
It was a crack house. Except, in this case, drug dealers went in but they didn’t come out. Not alive, anyway, but in body bags. What’s more, if everyone who went inside ended up being shredded to death, who was doing the killing?
The killer targeted women. Young, old, prostitutes, business women, it didn’t matter. One moment they would be walking down the sidewalk in the middle of town, and the next what was left of their bodies would be found in a nearby alleyway. Devoured. That’s why I had to be the next one to walk the streets. To draw out whoever was doing this. To be his next victim.
He murdered young girls by crucifying them with ice picks. He was slick, elusive, and heading for our city. My partner and I were damned and determined this murderer would get no further. Unfortunately I couldn’t keep my head on the job. Neither could I ignore the weird-ass dreams I was having about this deviate. This case was becoming more personal, more foreboding, and more dangerous with each passing day. And there was no damn way I could avoid what I dreamed would be the final outcome.
The little Chinese woman looked at me, then turned her head to hurry down the alley. The wind blew past me, then turned and went down the alleyway to follow her. After her. Intent on her. The wind moaned. Its stomach growled. It turned to follow the little Chinese woman who smelled just like her kitchen. It blew past me like a cool winter wind on that muggy night, and went after the little Chinese wo—
I jerked awake, sitting up in bed so fast that I almost passed out. I was shivering uncontrollably, my teeth chattering, my jaws aching from the strain. I couldn’t stop rocking. I couldn’t stop clutching the bedcovers to my chest as my body flashed fiery hot, then freezing cold, as the pain in my chest threatened to crush me inward like an aluminum can.
A small cry started somewhere inside me and crawled up my windpipe until it escaped.
It went after the little Chinese woman. It stopped behind her and called out to her. Got her attention so that she turned to face it out of curiosity. Her eyes widened. She grew entranced, and she smiled. She reached out but took a step back. And another step. And another step. She backed into a pile of boxes, then crawled backwards into the pile until she was sitting on top of them. She smiled again. Her eyes glittered with a glorious rainbow of lights.
I knew what had killed those women.
I knew why it had killed those women.
She opened her mouth to call out to it. She reached out to touch it and draw it to her. Her mouth continued to open, wider and wider, until her eyes no longer reflected the rainbow. Now they held fear. Fear and pain. Indescribable pain. She tried to scream, but the sound died in her throat as the blood began to pour back into her windpipe, choking her. Drowning her.
The skin on her lips peeled away, like the sloughing of sunburned skin. More skin slipped off, peeling, flayed down past the gums to the jaws. And then the bone was finally exposed, in all its baby pink beauty. The insides of the cheeks were next to go.
It was a steady, singular process, from lips to cheeks, to upper palate, then tongue. Yet it only took seconds. Less than a handful of breaths. Less than a dozen heartbeats.
The blood was a torrent of scarlet flooding her stomach and lungs. Then suddenly the intrusion stopped. The stomach was emptied. There was nothing there, nothing left to consume or absorb. She was found devoid…and therefore she became useless.
Reviewer: Claudia Rhyes
Alexis Hembree is a cop. She and her partner may beat the bad guys, but they are also fighting against something far more dangerous. Evil is attracted to them, and no matter where they seem to go, it follows close on their heels.
303 Lexington St. isn’t your average house, no; it is something much, much more. Used as a crack house, criminals come and go, but more times than not, who enters 303 Lexington St. typically doesn’t leave.
There are things in the world that just can’t be explained. But when those supernatural creatures present themselves to Alexis, she must fight them with everything she has. Although some cops may fight your average run of the mill criminals, Lexie fights something much more deadly, and a whole lot scarier.
What can I say about Code 30? The better question is what can’t I say?! This story is set in first person, Alexis (Lexi) Hembree being our narrator. The story was well over a hundred pages, and so worth the read. Lexi is a tough cop that doesn’t take crap from anyone. The house on Lexington St. isn’t your average house. Couple a frightening building, with a woman who has strength and courage, and you have yourself a scene that will knock your socks off…literally.
This is definitely a horror story, for sure, and if you are squeamish I would suggest not reading this. But if you want a story that is frighteningly authentic and will make you remember the details long after the light has been turned off, then I would suggest this story. Below are a few quotes from Code 30 that I found particularly horrifying and descriptive.
“Two bodies completely dismantled, yet their hands were as clean and pristine as if they’d just washed them. Their bodies hacked almost in half, yet there was no evidence of who had done in whom.”
“She was there as I had known she would be. The ice picks glittered in the light. Blood dripped off the tips of her toes, forming a puddle of reddish-brown gore on the dirt-packed floor.”
There were twists and turns, and situations I didn’t see coming. The horror in this story was spine tingling. I can’t even begin to explain how Ms. Mooney described so well and so fluidly the acts and deprivations that occurred. There was sadness in this story, but don’t get me wrong, this was 100% horror city.
Well done Ms. Mooney, I hope every horror fans takes a look at Code 30 because it is so worth it!
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