The Harvesters (Harvesting Series #1) by Ashley Hill
Publication Date: Nov. 27, 2012
Genre: YA Horror
Pages: 29
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Summary
When she finds her boyfriend shackled to a white metal table Ashley feared for the worse.
On a small trip of dropping off a package for Jason’s father, the young couple never thought they would be running for their lives. Running away from supposedly friends whom in turned to be a family of harvesters.
Human harvesters and they are looking for something specific. And Ashley just might be the perfect match for that something.
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Excerpt:
Chapter One
Ashley
“Jason…” I whispered down into the cold, dark basement.
Listening
but I heard nothing in response. Turning, I then looked up to the basement door
making sure no one came up from behind.
Taking
the last few wooden steps down, I call out his name again, “Jason?”
This
time I caught someone muffling my name. Twisting my neck I see a small hallway
behind me, lining the side of the stairwell. Stepping to the left side of the
railing I spot a poorly lit room, with Jason lying flat on his back.
Running
towards him I got a closer look at the place and his situation. An unfinished
room, two by fours creating a wall with plastic sheets hanging from the
ceiling, in front of me. And Jason was in the middle of it all, placed on top
of a white metal table.
Getting
to his side I clench my fingers around the edge of the table, stopping myself
and look down at him. Scanning his body from head to toe, he had metal shackles
bounding his hands and feet while duct tape was keeping him from speaking.
Going
for the duct tape, I squeeze my eyes shut and whisper, “Sorry.” then rip it
off. Before he could cry out I clamp a hand down to his lips and reopen my
eyes. Seeing tears water up, I let go and whip the tape off of my fingertips,
letting it fall besides him on the table.
Moving
onto the metal shackles around his wrists I ask him, “Anything hurt? How’d they
get you? Where are they? How many? I lost count.” in one big mumble. I was
trying not to fumble over my words when the shackles started to tear at my
fingertips, causing them to bleed.
Ignoring
most of the questions he answered, “No, not anything majorly hurting.” seeing
what was happening to my fingers he spoke, “You’ll have to find something to
unlock them with.”
Agreeing,
I look around the room but all I saw were surgical tools. “Don’t see anything
that could help.”, but get a different opinion when I catch sight on a crowbar
in a pile of crates, by the frame of a soon to be wall.
Sprinting
for it, I clasp my hand around it then go back to working on the shackle around
his right wrist. Prying it underneath and above his hand I was in the process
of bending it, trying to make it a little bigger so he could slip out.
Getting
it to work but slowly, “Come on.” I breathed tiredly.
“That’s
good. You’re almost there.” The last effort, it moved up and he was able to
squirm his hand free.
“Okay,
next one.” Leaning over him I move my efforts on his left wrist. But before I
could get started, my eyes were magnetized by the little red mark on the inside
of his arm.
“They
drugged you.” I state, looking over the needle mark while caressing it with my
fingers, them leaving trails of blood around it.
“Ash,
forget it!” he demanded, “Just focus on getting me out of here.”
Nodding,
I force the metal shackle to bend under my will.
Feeling
like I was getting close to finishing this one, I got the sense that we weren’t
alone anymore. Looking over my shoulder, the swift of my movement caused the
scarred man behind us to throw his axe towards my face.
Quickly
ducking, I fall to the ground while taking grip on the table. Hearing the axe
get stuck into the wall on the other side, I slyly crane my neck to see what he
was going to do next.
Greasy,
dirt matted hair covered my face from his view but I watch him perfectly as he
walks around, on our left, going for the wall mounted axe.
Holding
my breath shakily, I pull myself up and continued to work with freeing Jason,
but don’t think for one second that I took my eyes off of the guy.
Immediately
getting his left hand out, he jumps into a sitting position and takes the
crowbar out of my hands, pushing me away from the table.
“Go!”
he yelled.
“No!”
I screamed back. I started to say something else but the sound of the scarred
man getting his axe free choked me up.
Moving
my eyes franticly from him and the crowbar Jason stole from me, I dive for it.
“No.”
Jason rips it out of my reach and shoves against my chest, aiming me towards
the way out.
The
man started to move closer to me, going around the table end where Jason’s feet
were still shackled down.
Biting
my lip, I whimper out, “No.” Giving one last look towards Jason then shoot off,
down the hallway towards the stairs.
Reaching
the stairs, I take hold of the railing and begin to swing myself up the steps
when lightening flashed and a silhouette of a small boy came into view.
Freezing, I saw him take in a deep breath then begin to charge my way,
“No
you don’t!” he shouted over the storm that was going on outside.
Pulling my frame up the stairs, I
caught a lash as he swung a knife for me,.....
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