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Maybe he treats Krystal a little better  cause he knows I m around and while
my guns can t blow the bastard to Hell where he belongs, they can sure hurt
him enough to make him scared of me.
Karin remembered the agony of the Doctor s scalpel ripping through
her flesh, and she knew that there was indeed still pain in this world.
 But what happened? she asked.  Why are you here?
The Kid looked rueful.  Well, after we went out the window and I was
watching you run off, the Doctor and his gang got the jump on me. And here
I am.
 Can he hurt you I mean, I know he can hurt you. But can he, well ...
She didn t know how to ask it.
 Kill him? a voice asked.
Karin jerked around to see Chamberlain standing in the open
doorway, the pack crowding on his heels.
 Close enough, the Doctor said. For the first time she saw him as he
really was. He d abandoned the glamour that he d cast to fool her and
capture her. He was a small man, with dark, greasy hair and the face of an
insane rodent. His eyes were wild, his yellow teeth crooked and sharp. His
clothes were dirty and smelled of blood and gore.  I can make him suffer
hugely. I can cut him and gut him and feast on his entrails so that it will be a
long, long time before my Billy boy bothers me again.
He approached slowly, the sliver of steel shining in his hand like a
piece of painful, inescapable death.
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v.
Karin felt totally, completely overwhelmed.
The Ripper stalked by her without even a glance, mark-ing her as
beneath notice. A smile was fixed on his face and a line of drool ran down
the left corner of his mouth. He advanced slowly on Billy, who hung placidly
from his chains, as if awaiting the inevitable.
Krystal moved, stepping between them, holding her bear tight against
her chest like a shield. Her face was screwed up in fear and it looked as if
she were going to cry as she planted herself between the Ripper and the
gunslinger.
 Don t you hurt Billy, she said.  He s my friend.
Karin realized that it took an immense amount of cour-age for the little
girl to act. Perhaps it was the first time in her entire life, before and after her
death, that she d stood up for anyone, including herself. The Ripper looked
at her, faintly surprised, and then he slashed with his scalpel in a motion
almost too quick to see. It bit deep and cut long and Bearry s head flopped
to one side, stuffing leaking from him like wads of cottony blood.
 You hurt Bearry! the little girl screamed. She dropped her bear and
quick as a thought threw herself at the Ripper, crying and screaming as she
pummeled him with her little fists.
Chamberlain laughed, and something broke in Karin.
The anger she d felt before returned, multiplied by a factor near
infinity. She shouted, drenched in an instant sweat. Her body felt super-hot.
Her mind was devoid of conscious thought, except for her undeniable need
to help Krystal vanquish the monster threatening her.
Krystal squeaked like a mouse and stopped pummeling the Ripper.
The laughter died in the killer s throat as he stared at the little girl s face, and
his own expression twisted at what he saw there. He shouted a wordless
cry, and reached out to slice Krystal s throat with his bright-bladed scalpel.
But fast as he was, and as strong, the little girl was even faster and
stronger. She caught his knife wrist with a grip as unbreakable as a promise
made with love.
 You re a bad man, she said serenely.  It s time for you to go where
you ll never hurt anyone again.
The Ripper tried to yank away, but couldn t break the grip of her tiny
fist. There was the sound of meat sizzling, like, Karin thought dizzily, fajitas
brought to your table at a Mexican restaurant. It was the Ripper. He was
burning at Krystal s touch.
He screamed in pain and shook himself like a rat trying to break free
from a terrier, but Krystal wouldn t let him go. A terrible odor speared the
air. It was more than the stench of burning flesh. It was as if something old
and evil, something that had been steeped in rottenness for a long time,
had suddenly caught fire. In moments the Ripper was covered with flame.
He fell to his knees, face to face with Krystal.
 Please, he begged before the fire ate his lips and tongue.  Please.
Unaffected, Krystal wrinkled her nose.  You stink, she said, and as [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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