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“No.”
Benny rose up behind the bushes. Nina was rousing. Small, helpless whimpers came
from her mouth. His teeth glittered in the shadows; his eye grew red. Nina cried
out for help. Benny shook his head. He couldn't. He was a wanted man. He rose in
a crouch to leap on McNary’s pimply back.
Connel dropped Nina and stepped away from her. His
head jerked around and he stared into the dark shadows.
“Senator?”
He shivered, glanced down at Nina and trembling. “I must be insane.” Benny
watched Connel scoop her up, beginning to cry in fear. The weeping man spun. He
ran into the house with the girl. Benny sank into the bushes.
He felt numb. He should have killed the whining prick.
Benny slipped from the shadows and in silence followed the sound of Connel's
apologetic gibbering. The man was pleading with the girl to awaken. On the
second floor in the back, Benny crept into a bedroom that was virginal and
pristine. Not what you’d expect from a girl like Nina, but what the hell, he
wasn’t exactly a virgin either. Benny grinned.
On a white four-poster bed lay Nina, Connel hovered
over her, patting her hand and sobbing an apology.
He backed away, down the wide sweep of stairs and
returned to the pool.
The Mohawk-Buu smiled at the massive Warrior-Guardian.
He nodded at Benny.
“See thy charge, Warrior of the Sun. See how he
plagues thee with his foolishness. Would it not be better to simply acknowledge
he is mine? Let me take him.”
Take Benny as he should have been taken on the Witch's
Stone. Heart ripped from his then six-year-old chest, rib cage split, the bones
stark and bloody, standing up to the sky, the lungs pulled out in a mocking
parody of the Eagle-Woman.
“Let my slaves take his soul for their food,” he
urged Two Swords. “Let them drink his blood. Thy beloved charge shall rise
again. I will bring him back to life and rule through him always.”
Two Swords' eye sockets were black holes that
threatened to drag the Mohawk-Buu down and crush him. He turned them on the dark
lord, and the Owl sneered.
On the back of the Warrior-Guardian his sword rang out
in sharp protest. She trilled and was answered by the harsh grating sound of
Owl's sword, macana Gray-Eater-of-Men's-Souls.
Macana A-Heart-a'-Fire burned red and blue. Two Swords
reached over his left shoulder, and she screamed for him to attack, to hack the
Owl in half and let the tormenters take the pieces back to Holle’s
blackened Pit.
A smile flickered on the ugly, battle scarred face of
the Guardian. He raised his sword. The balance, a fist-sized chunk of raw
sapphire, glowered with the intensity of a miniature sun.
The double blades of the sword lowered. Flames shot
down the twin lengths, the points sparked arrows of blue fire at the Owl.
“Beat it, Buu-doo doo.” He showed the Owl a
wolfish grin, all teeth and no mercy. “Before I beat you. 'Less you're finally
gonna give me what I been wanting, for centuries, traitor.”
Owl shrilled a battle cry. His hand clawed at the dark
and pitted haft of the squealing Gray-Eater.
“Thou fool. Benny Wya Grey is mine and mine alone. I
- I, not some Wolf Pup who claims the dalonega throne, brought old man
Grey's son back from the dead. The boy was mein payment for this deed. He was to
be given to me.” He panted and spat on the ground. “My meat. I am a god to
these vile humans. I rule, I give them the pain and the suffering and the
diseases they crave. And I own this one.”
“Yo . . . fer sure?” Two Swords grinned and moved
a chunk of scorching hot RedasCinn gum around in his mouth.
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