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    Maniacal Malice: Malice, #22
    Maniacal Malice: Malice, #22
    Maniacal Malice: Malice, #22
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    Maniacal Malice: Malice, #22

    By K'Anne Meinel

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    Alice is just finishing up a few minor details that have kept her from returning to her family—killing a few people that kept her away, blowing up a few things, taking revenge on the heartless…Can Alice FINALLY go home?

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    PublisherShadoe Publishing
    Release dateMar 30, 2017
    ISBN9781545043073
    Maniacal Malice: Malice, #22
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    K'Anne Meinel

    K’Anne Meinel è una narratrice prolifica, autrice di best seller e vincitrice di premi. Al suo attivo ha più di un centinaio di libri pubblicati che spaziano dai racconti ai romanzi brevi e di lungo respiro. La scrittrice statunitense K’Anne è nata a Milwaukee in Wisonsin ed è cresciuta nei pressi di Oconomowoc. Diplomatasi in anticipo, ha frequentato un'università privata di Milwaukee e poi si è trasferita in California. Molti dei racconti di K’Anne sono stati elogiati per la loro autenticità, le ambientazioni dettagliate in modo esemplare e per le trame avvincenti. È stata paragonata a Danielle Steel e continua a scrivere storie affascinanti in svariati generi letterari. Per saperne di più visita il sito: www.kannemeinel.com. Continua a seguirla… non si sa mai cosa K’Anne potrebbe inventarsi!

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      MANIACAL MALICE

      MANIACAL MALICE | Book 22

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      MANIACAL MALICE

      A Novella by K’Anne Meinel

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      MANIACAL MALICE

      Book 22

      "Why didn’t you just come home?  Leave there and come home?" Kathy pleaded as Alice continued with her story.

      I had to finish what I’d started.  If I had just left Sasha and Lexi there, they would have died.  If I hadn’t finished everything, those bastards would have come after you and the kids.  Alice was angry as Kathy interrupted her thoughts, reliving in her mind what had happened to keep her away from her family.

      I don’t know if I want to hear any more, Kathy admitted honestly, her hands going to her ears dramatically after all she had heard from her wife.

      I need you to understand.  You are the only person I can tell this to... Alice pleaded.

      You mean you need to confess.  You need to get it off your chest to justify all the killings!

      No, nothing like that, Alice shook her head, shocked at what felt like a verbal attack.  Seeing the expression on Kathy’s face broke her heart and reminded her why they had separated in the first place.  If you don’t want me to continue... she offered helplessly.

      Kathy considered.  Not knowing the story, the whole story, would bug the hell out of her.  If she was honest with herself, she needed to know.  But there was so much...there had been too much.  You had to kill more, didn’t you?

      Alice didn’t say a word.  She just nodded her head, waiting for Kathy to ask.

      Sighing loudly, Kathy closed her eyes wearily and rubbed her forehead thinking of all the deaths that could be attributed to this woman: this woman who had always been loving and faithful and giving to her and their children; this woman she had thought about constantly for two years; this woman she had been married to for even more years; this woman, the first and only woman she had ever truly loved!  Kathy looked up at Alice.  She could see the worry and concern on the face of the woman she still loved.  She looked so haggard, so thin, and she had never been this thin.  She looked gaunt.  She looked...old.  Kathy’s heart melted, wanting to fatten Alice up, give her comfort, and make her happy.  As she realized she still loved Alice, that she wanted Alice here, and wanted to make her happy, she realized she did need to know everything.  "You better finish.  Tell me all of it."

      Are you sure?  I can gloss over... she began considerately.

      No, I have to know it all.  I need to hear it this once.  I may never mention it again, but if I have questions... she warned.

      I’ll answer anything you may ask, Alice promised and then she took a deep breath to continue the story of where she had been for so long.

      ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

      As Alice walked away from the rock cabin she wished she could have slept inside its safe walls.  The weather was not going to cooperate and she looked up as the rain began to fall harder and harder as she carefully made her way across the rocks.  At least no one would be able to track her back, no matter how good they were.  Once she got out of the rocks she began a jog, one that would eat up the landscape and allow her to take longer strides to further hide any sign of her passing as the rain washed away her footsteps.  She slipped once and nearly fell in the mud, and only then did she slow down.  She needed to find a place to hide for a few hours, somewhere safe and dry so she could sleep.

      It was getting too dark to see.  She nearly fell into a gully and decided to go no further.  Between the darkness, her fatigue, and the unfamiliar landscape, she could do more harm than good.  She managed the best she could, crouching under a couple of fallen trees and wrapping herself in her jacket, hunkering down and pulling grass and bark around her to retain her body heat.  She spent a very uncomfortable night in the rain that seeped through everything and woke a bit grouchy.  It was then she realized she hadn’t brought any food with her.  It had been deliberate at the time, but she knew in her present condition—feeling cold, tired, and cranky—she wasn’t at her best.  She needed nutrition, vitamins, and protein, and with that in mind she began to look for the people hunting them.

      She found only one guy.  They too had hunkered down in the bad weather, looking for movement.  She only spotted him when she climbed a tree to try and see further in the dense woods.  He didn’t look up as he crept up the side of the hill, using his binoculars to sweep the hills.  Had he gone straight ahead about a mile or so up the rocky hill before him, he would have found their camp, but he didn’t know that.  He would never know that as Alice used the sound of the rain to mask her climb down from the tree.  She could feel the fatigue in her battle-weary and injured body.  It had been too long since she’d given it good food on a regular basis.  It had been too long since she had allowed it to heal for any length of time.  It was wearing on her and her strength was ebbing.  Still, she timed her fall to land on him, using his back to break her fall.  She knew she had to move quick and she barely made it.  He was bigger, stronger, and used to regular meals.  Only the element of surprise was in her favor...and the fact that she knocked the breath out of him.

      Alice turned and snapped his neck, not taking a chance that he could fight back.  She couldn’t afford to take any chances, not now.  She quickly frisked his body for anything she could use, adding items to her own pack including compressed cakes that could be made into soup, nutrient bars, and even some vodka that she took a slug of to warm her cold body.  The blanket, the sleeping bag, and the knife, she added to her kit.  She hid the body in a depression under some brush so his now naked body wouldn’t be seen too easily.

      She ate two of the nutrient bars, which rapidly filled her shrunken stomach, falsely signaling her body that her stomach was filled and she’d had a full and complete meal.  She felt the fullness and any benefit she got from the bars wore off a couple of hours later.  Since it was still raining, she had no problem filling her water bottle.  She was grateful for the filter built into the cap since she didn’t need a case of diarrhea at this point.  She took care of her necessities, hoping no one would see her rather white buttocks, and used the guy’s handkerchief to clean herself, burying it along with her poop.  She needed to hide any signs of her passing and the rain would only last so long.

      As she came out on the road they had used before, she watched warily as some trucks drove along.  They were obviously familiar with the route, not slowing for the twists and turns or the rain.  Her eyes narrowed as she contemplated this and before the thought was fully formed, she was moving and waiting for a turn in the road that wouldn’t allow them to use their side mirrors, then vaulting up, over, and inside the last truck of the small convoy.  She looked about wonderingly.  The truck was carrying explosives and other gear.  She began to use the turns in the road as an opportunity to throw gear from the back, counting on the curves to identify where she was throwing supplies and to hide her activity from anyone watching out the mirrors. 

      She found six boxes of MREs (Meals, Ready to Eat) that the military supplies for its service members.  These went into a couple of the curves first thing.  It was as she was throwing out the fifth and sixth boxes that she realized these were American supplies, not Russian!  The rest of the supplies she stole before she herself dropped out of the truck were all Russian and most, if not all, were weapons and ammunition.

      It took her most of the day to find the six boxes of MREs and haul them to the bottom of the hill below where Alexis and Sasha were camped out.  She had to wait until dark to deliver them and she had to move carefully on the path she had memorized that would take her up that rocky hill in the dark and rain.  She only hoped they wouldn’t hear her and shoot her.  The rest of the supplies—the medical kit and the weapons she had taken—she kept in her pack.  She took a few sleeping bags and blankets up with the MREs and left it all on their doorstep, waiting until a crash of thunder coincided with her footfalls so she could drop the boxes two by two on the ground outside the door.  Knowing these two women were well-supplied, she felt the many trips up the hill were worthwhile.  She didn’t even bother to knock or let them know she was there.  She hurried back down the hill, skidding slightly on the slippery rocks.  She knew she had to be more careful as she was tired and the nutrient bars were no longer doing what she needed. 

      In a curve of the hill, the same one that hid the cabin, she found two slabs of rock where she managed a small fire on a small butane-type stove.  It was the size of her hand and perfect to heat up whatever she wanted from her supply.  It was easy to squeeze water through her filtered water bottle into the small pot on top of the stove, adding a packet of something dried she found.  She soon had a sort of beef and onion soup simmering.  Because the portion size was made for a larger pot, the contents were rather compacted...and nutritious.  For the first time in days Alice felt warm from the soup, dry from the rain jacket she had propped over herself and the fire, and safe...relatively speaking since she knew she wasn’t too far from one of their camps.

      After making her soup, she quickly extinguished the little stove, packed it up immediately in case she needed to leave quickly, and curled up in her sleeping bag, removing only her boots as she climbed in and wrapped the wool blanket like a turban around her head and neck.  With all the rain, she had felt the pangs of a cold that day and knew she couldn’t afford to get even a little ill.  The protein bars had given her the dreaded diarrhea and she’d had to use military issue toilet paper, not much different than using rough bark from a tree.  Water and exercise had allowed the first pangs of cramping and body excrement to pass.  Ignoring the acidic and painful moisture, she had to stop, pull down her pants, and spray her water bottle in a bidet-like fashion.  It was only later, as her stomach stopped telling her she was eating badly and rejecting all signs of it, that she finally breathed a sigh of relief.  The hot soup and endless water were doing their job admirably as her fairly healthy body returned to normal.

      Alice didn’t sleep deeply.  Any sound out of the ordinary—from water building up on the hill, to nature releasing it in a rush—had her opening her eyes again, sure she had been spotted and perhaps captured.  She had no illusions of what they would do to her if they found her.  She knew what they would do to the other two women as well.  It wouldn’t be pretty.  Pain and humiliation would be inflicted upon them all at this point, before they were eventually killed.

      The next day found Alice across the valley, far from where she had left the other two.  It was still raining and the cold suggested at any moment it could turn to snow.  She couldn’t see up into the mountains due to the low cloud cover, but she was certain she would see white up there when she got a glimpse through the clouds.  She hoped for a break in the weather for a few days so she could lead those searching for them on a merry chase, far from their intended victims.  She had been right.  Their camp had been within a very short distance of the cabin and if not for the rain they might have found it.  She hoped the food and supplies she had left for Sasha and Lexi had been found by now.

      She used the binoculars she had acquired to scope out the little she could see.  She saw there was another set of roads leading out of the valley where the castle sat; those power

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