title: Kali on a  Rampage
author:  R.D. Cervo 
description: In his youth, he took soil home from Dudleytown, Connecticut and was scolded by Mrs. Warren. As a man, he traveled abroad and walked the Killing Fields of Cambodia and the grounds of Auschwitz, Poland. At a Luxor temple in Egypt, he was shown the remnants of an al Qaeda terror attack. Bullet holes from AK-47s marred the ancient stones. Recently, Mr. Cervo was told by clairvoyant mediums that he is being infected by a hoard of raging entities dwelling in his dirt cellar.
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  **“Female, stop running. If you please myself and my friends, perhaps we’ll
  let you live.”**
  
  
  Sasha stopped moving and threw her shoulders back. “I’d rather die.”
  
  
  The Kalith pushed his long hair back from his face, his smile turning nasty.
  “That won’t be as fun for us, but if you insist . . .”
  
  
  Larem didn’t want to kill his own kind, but he wouldn’t let them hurt Sasha,
  not when she was his to protect. So far they hadn’t noticed him; he wasn’t
  sure about Sasha.
  
  
  He paused long enough to jerk the tie out of his hair, letting it hang free
  down around his shoulders. Raising his sword, he started forward, calling out
  a traditional greeting among Kalith warriors in their own language. “My
  brothers, how fare thee?”
  
  
  The leader jerked his attention away from Sasha long enough to answer, “My
  brother, we are about to fare very well.”
  
  
  Then his eyes flared wide as he took in the human attire Larem wore, and his
  smile turned feral. 