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"You fucking bitch!" she screeched. "Get your filthy hands off me!"
She clawed my face, and punched me in the stomach, then knocked me down as I doubled over. A man tripped over my prone form, righted himself, and kept running. As I struggled to my feet, Cortez lost his grip on the other man, who scrambled up and barreled into the crowd after the elderly woman. I lunged for him, but Cortez caught my arm.
"We can't," he panted, wiping blood from his mouth. "It doesn't help. We need to break the spell. Do you know the countercast?"
"No." I turned to see a woman crawling through the crowd, ducking blows. "It doesn't seem to be affecting everyone."
"It is. They're all confused. Some don't react violently to it."
"I'll get those people to safety, then. You keep working on the spell."
I hurried to the crawling woman, helped her to her feet, and ushered her through the throng. At the road, we crossed and I left her sitting on the far curb before heading back. It took several minutes to find someone else trying to escape, and several more to get him out of the mob.
As I went back for a third time, I realized my mission was like saving single seal cubs from the slaughter. While I rescued one person, at least two more were beaten unconscious. Either Cortez's countercast wasn't working or the violence had picked up enough momentum to continue on its own.
"Thought you could get away, did you?" a voice said at my ear.
I turned to see one of the Salvationists. He slammed a Bible into my face.
"Get thee hence, Satan!"
I whirled away. A hand caught my arm. I looked into the rolling eyes of a young woman.
"Bitch!" she shouted. "Look what you did to my shirt!"
She grabbed it, pulling the front forward with a seam-ripping wrench. It was covered in dirt and blood. More blood smeared her hand. In the opposite fist she held a Swiss Army knife, bloodied blade exposed.
Without thinking, I grabbed for the knife. The blade sliced across my palm. I yelped and fell back. Cortez appeared, grabbing the woman from behind. She spun and struck. The short blade plunged into Cortez's side. She yanked it out and pulled back for a second stab.
I cast a binding spell. The woman stopped in mid-strike. I threw myself on her, knocking her down and grabbing the knife. The spell broke then and she fought, kicking and screaming. Cortez dropped to his knees and tried to help me restrain her, but adrenaline seemed to triple her strength and it was like restraining a wild animal. We both cast binding spells, but neither worked. If only we could calm people--Yes, of course. A calming spell. I cast one, then another, reciting the spell in an endless loop until I felt her limbs go slack beneath me.
"Hey," she said. "What--Get off me. Help! Fire!"
Around us, people had stopped fighting and were milling about, wiping bloodied noses and muttering in bewilderment.
"Perfect," Cortez said. "Keep casting."
I did. We got to our feet and, with Cortez shielding me, we moved through the crowd as I repeated the calming spell. It didn't work on everyone. As I'd feared, the aggression had taken on a life of its own and some people didn't want to stop, yet enough people did that they were able to restrain those who kept going.
"Now, to the house," Cortez said. "Quickly."
"But there's more--"
"It's good enough. Any longer and people will start recognizing you."
We ran for the front door.
Once inside, Cortez called the police. Then I led him to the bathroom, where we could assess injuries. Savannah stayed in my room, door closed. I didn't tell her it was over. Right then, I was afraid of what else I might be tempted to say.
The slice across my hand was the worst of my injuries. Hardly fatal. I slapped on a bandage, then turned my attention to Cortez, starting with a cold compress for his bloodied lip. Next, the knife wound. The blade had passed through his right side. I pulled up his shirt, cleaned the wound, and took a better look.
"It looks okay," I said. "But it could use a c
ouple of stitches. Maybe when the police get here, we can take you to the hospital."
"No need. I've had worse."
I could see that. Though I'd only pulled his shirt up a few inches, I could see a thick scar crossing his abdomen. He was reed thin, but more muscled than one might expect from his build. I guess there's more to fighting Cabals than courtrooms and paperwork.
