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.o0oBrenda was halfway up the steps wedged against the wall.Her eyes were gradually becoming accustomed to the dark again.She could make out the two figures fighting but, worse, she could hear the bones cracking.And there was nothing she could do!There were no weapons to hand.There were no.That’s when she remembered the drugs cabinet and the needles.She didn’t know what the drugs did, but a cocktail of all three couldn’t be good.Especially when injected with force into the eye or somewhere vulnerable.She crept down the steps, cringing at the noise from the center of the room.She skirted around them, following the wall to the cabinet, hoping that Daddy would be too preoccupied to notice her.She eased the cabinet door open, felt for the biggest, meanest looking needle she could find.Then moved to the drugs, opening one box after another, filling the syringe, her hands shaking, adding a good measure of air, even if the drugs weren’t lethal an air bubble might be.Then she was moving across the floor.‘Brian? Can you hear me? I’ve got a syringe full of drugs.Can you make your skin fluoresce so I don’t inject you by mistake?’He didn’t answer.He didn’t fluoresce.‘Brian!’A scuffling, creaking noise sounded from above.It was coming from the trap door! Light began to bleed in from the room above.And flashlights, their narrow beams criss-crossing through the murk.The fighting stopped immediately.Daddy teleported out, leaving Brian lifeless on the floor.She dropped the syringe and threw herself on top of Brian.‘Teleport now!’ she shouted, gripping him tightly.‘I don’t think they’ve seen us.’“Police! Freeze!”Shit! They weren’t teleporting and light was streaming in from above.The police had thrown the trap door open.Someone was running down the steps.Cones of light cut through the air.And Brian felt strange – not like a human so much as a badly stuffed dummy – lumpy and lifeless.‘Brian! Are you all right?’‘No,’ he said.‘I’m hurt and running out of magic.It’s up to you.Be a hostage.Talk your way out.Daddy’s the demon.Sacrifice is innocent.I’ll find you as soon as I can.’He rolled on top of her.His body felt weird, lumps were moving and growing together.Was he shapeshifting on top of her?Suddenly her face started tingling.‘You’re changing my face!’‘I have to.’His hands had moved to her neck.He was strangling her!“Step away, or I’ll shoot!”Light stung her eyes.She was blinded.People were shouting.Boots clattered on the steps.Then gunfire.Two shots and she felt Brian relax his grip and fall away.She lay there, eyes screwed up against the dazzling light, breathing hard.Was Brian all right? He could take two bullets, couldn’t he? ‘Brian? Are you there?’ He didn’t answer.Someone must have found the light switch at the top of the steps because the quality of the light suddenly changed dramatically.Flashlights no longer shone in her face.She could see again.There were half a dozen men crowding around, some head to toe in SWAT black, some in vests.Why’s everyone looking at me like that? That’s the second man to grimace and turn away the moment they saw my face.Oh, crap.I let a blind man mould my face! I’ve probably got a nose on my forehead and three ears!Her hands flew to her face.Her skin felt rough.He’s given me scales! At least the nose was in the right place.A bit on the large side and.squashed? And what’s that huge lump on my cheek!“Medic!” shouted one of the officers.“I wouldn’t touch it if I were you.”Oh God was it that bad? Everyone’s grimacing!She looked at her hands.Was that blood on her gloves? It looked like blood.Was she bleeding? Had he opened up an artery by mistake? Turned her face inside out?“Don’t worry, lady.” Another officer was kneeling beside her now.He turned his head and shouted towards the steps.“We need that bus now! Two down!” He turned back to Brenda.“Look at me.What’s your name?”What’s my name? Does the Elephant Man have an ugly sister? Slap! That was the inner Brenda giving her host a mental slap across her hideously deformed face.Snap out of it, Brenda, and concentrate! Everything hinges on you now.You can either rescue the situation, or turn it into a farce.Farce sounded a good bet.Slap!“Jane Smith,” said Brenda.“I’m Jane Smith and.he abducted me!”She stabbed a finger at the motionless body beside her and screwed up her face, feigning pain while she thought of what to say next.Jane Smith had been a good sensible start.A nice common name at last.Jane Smith from New York.That ought to buy her some time [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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