The Harvesters Excerpts



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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