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The Lunatic Cafe :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 231 из 234I couldn'tget free but I could drop to the floor and make my arm move too much to use a knife on it.
I started to scream and fight in earnest. If Edward needed a diversion, I could give him one.
"One woman in a cage and the three of you can't handle her." Titus waddled up. He grabbed my left arm while Carmichael had my wrist. My right hand was back in the cage with me.
Fienstien was sort of hovering near the cage, not sure what to do. If you were going to pay money to hunt monsters, you should be better at violence than this. His holster was close to the bars.
I screamed over and over, jerking at my left arm. Titus held my arm under his, pinned next to his body. Carmichael's grip on my wrist was bruising. They had me at last. Aikensen put the knife to the wound and started to cut.
Fienstien bent down as if to help. I screamed and leaned into the bars. I didn't draw his gun. I grabbed the trigger and pushed it into his body. The shot took him in the stomach. He fell backwards.
A second shot echoed in the cavern. Carmichael's head exploded all over Titus. His Smokey Bear hat was covered in blood and brains.
Edward was standing with the rifle to his shoulder. Grey Hair was slumped against the cage bars. His neck was at an odd angle. Richard knelt by the body. Had he killed him?
There was a sound behind me. A low guttural cry. Titus had his gun out. He still had my arm pinned. Fienstien was rolling around on the ground. His gun was out of reach.
There was a low growl coming from behind me. I heard movement. Jason was coming back to play. Great.
Titus jerked my arm forward, nearly wrenching it out of the socket. He shoved his.45 against my cheek. The barrel was cold.
"Put down the rifle or I pull this trigger."
My face was pressed into the bars and the gun. I couldn't look behind me, but I could hear something crawling closer.
"Is he changing?"
"Not yet," Richard said.
Edward still had the rifle up, sighted on Titus. Aikensen seemed frozen, standing there with the bloody knife.
"Put it down, blondie, right now, or she's dead."
"Edward."
"Anita," he said. His voice sounded like it always did. We both knew he could drop Titus, but if the man's finger twitched while he died, I died, too. Choices.
"Do it," I said.
He pulled the trigger. Titus jerked back against the bars. Blood splattered over my face. A glob of something thicker than blood slid down my cheek. I breathed in shallow gasps. Titus slumped along the bars, gun still gripped in his hands.
I started to scream and fight in earnest. If Edward needed a diversion, I could give him one.
"One woman in a cage and the three of you can't handle her." Titus waddled up. He grabbed my left arm while Carmichael had my wrist. My right hand was back in the cage with me.
Fienstien was sort of hovering near the cage, not sure what to do. If you were going to pay money to hunt monsters, you should be better at violence than this. His holster was close to the bars.
I screamed over and over, jerking at my left arm. Titus held my arm under his, pinned next to his body. Carmichael's grip on my wrist was bruising. They had me at last. Aikensen put the knife to the wound and started to cut.
Fienstien bent down as if to help. I screamed and leaned into the bars. I didn't draw his gun. I grabbed the trigger and pushed it into his body. The shot took him in the stomach. He fell backwards.
A second shot echoed in the cavern. Carmichael's head exploded all over Titus. His Smokey Bear hat was covered in blood and brains.
Edward was standing with the rifle to his shoulder. Grey Hair was slumped against the cage bars. His neck was at an odd angle. Richard knelt by the body. Had he killed him?
There was a sound behind me. A low guttural cry. Titus had his gun out. He still had my arm pinned. Fienstien was rolling around on the ground. His gun was out of reach.
There was a low growl coming from behind me. I heard movement. Jason was coming back to play. Great.
Titus jerked my arm forward, nearly wrenching it out of the socket. He shoved his.45 against my cheek. The barrel was cold.
"Put down the rifle or I pull this trigger."
My face was pressed into the bars and the gun. I couldn't look behind me, but I could hear something crawling closer.
"Is he changing?"
"Not yet," Richard said.
Edward still had the rifle up, sighted on Titus. Aikensen seemed frozen, standing there with the bloody knife.
"Put it down, blondie, right now, or she's dead."
"Edward."
"Anita," he said. His voice sounded like it always did. We both knew he could drop Titus, but if the man's finger twitched while he died, I died, too. Choices.
"Do it," I said.
He pulled the trigger. Titus jerked back against the bars. Blood splattered over my face. A glob of something thicker than blood slid down my cheek. I breathed in shallow gasps. Titus slumped along the bars, gun still gripped in his hands.