His face looked already dead, the missing teeth gave him extra eyes like
a spider, but Steve could see that there was still a chance to get Eleanor
away. First he had to get the gun.
“Back against the wall, Yeah, you old farts too! The lot of you. I want ya to
learn something.
“This fuck-head!” he shouted at Steve.
“This fuck-head!” he said more quietly, and.then
paused, “is just like you lot. He thinks I’m
shit, that I’m destroying his darling little sister.”
“Well, let’s look at her.” he said as he held her forward by the upper arms and
prompted her chin up with his thumb. She looked even worse than him.
“Okay! Smak! We’re dirty junkies sowing beaches with needles and stealing your videos!
Bullshit!
We’re victims, victims of ourselves
perhaps, but it’s your self-righteous fear that keeps it illegal and drives us to crime, degradation
and dirty deals. Get it! Hughes
and Disney didn’t have to screw fat slobs to buy a blast!”
The whole time he waved the gun around as his focus shifted. He pulled Eleanor back to him and then menacingly aimed the weapon in Steve’s direction.
“Your sister will be in good hands, Fuckwit! You chased me and chased me with your cocksucking cops, but you haven’t really got us pal! I figured out a place where you can’t go cause your so'o squeeky clean. I’ve got a bill already and El’s been giving guys AIDS for months!”
Bang!. Bang!
Steve was on the floor with his back
against the wall, drips of blood were coming out of his trousers. His eyes stared ahead as though he was listening intently.
It was only a twenty two.
“Legs okay Stevey?
Not jogging this week Shithead?
....Catch us if you can!” ‘
With those words he put two bullets into Eleanor's head and took with him to eternity the horrified facial expressions of the three old
women as he stuck the barrel up his nose. Bam! Splat! Crash! Never had
the dead rejoiced so wholly in their victory! The lower half of the guy’s face
still smirked.
Steve was mobile as soon as the barrel had been turned to Eleanor’s head
but without working legs it took him three arm hops to get to the gun. It was obvious they
were already dead. Flashing visions of doors sliding shut, of molten screens
hardening and platforms moving away. Endless, echoeless depths of tractless pain. They were
there, he dragged, he was dragging her, fighting, dragging, dragging; going,
going....
The gun. His idea had formed, there was no time to choose
between the three. His mother! She'd always been so kind. Blunk, blunk!” Anywhere
in the body would kill her at sixty nine.
One more shot rang out and left Mrs. Henderson and her friend alone alive amongst the debri, although they could hear the footsteps running down the stairs and corridors as a result of the shootings.
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