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The Harlequin :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 318 из 330I grabbed him, trying to support him, and that was when I realized where the clawed hand was coming from. I had to be wrong. I screamed, «Remus!»
There was movement, sound, fighting. I heard a sound I didn't recognize, grunts of effort. What the hell was happening? Remus suddenly fell forward. I tried to catch him, but it was too sudden and he outweighed me by a hundred pounds. I fell to the ground with him on top of me. He wasn't moving. The darkness vanished. I could see again.
There was a severed arm sticking out of Remus's back. I screamed. I couldn't help it. More guards were there, picking him up, getting him off me. They couldn't roll him onto his back, because the arm had pierced his chest. The hand looked human now, but my chest and Remus's said it hadn't been human when it went through. His eyes were closed, and he was so still, terribly still.
«Get that thing out of him,» Claudia said.
Fredo was suddenly at her side with a knife the size of a small sword. He raised it up, and I looked away before he brought it down. I saw Wicked and Truth, with bare swords pointed at the throat and chest of a fallen Harlequin that I had never seen before. He was dressed all in black, even his mask. He was missing an arm. Edward and Olaf and more of the guards had Columbine and Giovanni at gunpoint. Jean-Claude, Asher, Requiem, and most of our vampires were gathered around them. I think with the real master Harlequin down, they'd been able to take the other two. Good that something had worked out. Haven was kneeling between the two groups, bleeding, but he'd live. I turned back to Remus. I wasn't so sure about him.
They had the arm out now, in two pieces, but there was a hole in his chest that I could see through like some sort of cartoon cannon shot. «Fuck,» I said softly, «his heart.»
Claudia looked at me, tears drifting silently down her face. «Bastard had silver bracers on his forearms. Silver, fucking razor wire as fucking jewelry.»
«This one is healing,» Wicked called. «How do we stop him from doing that?»
«Is Remus…«I couldn't say it.
«Dead,» Claudia said, in a voice that was hard and cold and didn't match the tears.
«Yeah,» I said.
She just nodded.
«He died saving me,» I said.
«He died doing his job,» she said.
I watched her tears and wondered if he had been more than just a friend to her. I hoped not. In that moment, I hoped not. I got to my feet and fell back down. Richard was beside me, holding me. «You're hurt.»
«Remus is dead,» I said, and pushed him away.
«Anita, please.»
I shook my head.
There was movement, sound, fighting. I heard a sound I didn't recognize, grunts of effort. What the hell was happening? Remus suddenly fell forward. I tried to catch him, but it was too sudden and he outweighed me by a hundred pounds. I fell to the ground with him on top of me. He wasn't moving. The darkness vanished. I could see again.
There was a severed arm sticking out of Remus's back. I screamed. I couldn't help it. More guards were there, picking him up, getting him off me. They couldn't roll him onto his back, because the arm had pierced his chest. The hand looked human now, but my chest and Remus's said it hadn't been human when it went through. His eyes were closed, and he was so still, terribly still.
«Get that thing out of him,» Claudia said.
Fredo was suddenly at her side with a knife the size of a small sword. He raised it up, and I looked away before he brought it down. I saw Wicked and Truth, with bare swords pointed at the throat and chest of a fallen Harlequin that I had never seen before. He was dressed all in black, even his mask. He was missing an arm. Edward and Olaf and more of the guards had Columbine and Giovanni at gunpoint. Jean-Claude, Asher, Requiem, and most of our vampires were gathered around them. I think with the real master Harlequin down, they'd been able to take the other two. Good that something had worked out. Haven was kneeling between the two groups, bleeding, but he'd live. I turned back to Remus. I wasn't so sure about him.
They had the arm out now, in two pieces, but there was a hole in his chest that I could see through like some sort of cartoon cannon shot. «Fuck,» I said softly, «his heart.»
Claudia looked at me, tears drifting silently down her face. «Bastard had silver bracers on his forearms. Silver, fucking razor wire as fucking jewelry.»
«This one is healing,» Wicked called. «How do we stop him from doing that?»
«Is Remus…«I couldn't say it.
«Dead,» Claudia said, in a voice that was hard and cold and didn't match the tears.
«Yeah,» I said.
She just nodded.
«He died saving me,» I said.
«He died doing his job,» she said.
I watched her tears and wondered if he had been more than just a friend to her. I hoped not. In that moment, I hoped not. I got to my feet and fell back down. Richard was beside me, holding me. «You're hurt.»
«Remus is dead,» I said, and pushed him away.
«Anita, please.»
I shook my head.