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Brianna laughed. “What’s the matter, tough guy? Did you figure out you picked the wrong side?”
The tentacle was around her legs before she knew what had happened.
She looked down and stared, unable to believe what she was seeing. Drake’s whip hand was coiled twice around her ankles, squeezing hard, crushing the bones together.
Brianna tried to kick but couldn’t even budge.
Drake’s head was four feet away from his upper torso, but now the cruel mouth was back, and grinning. The cold eyes were watching.
Alive!
The upper torso used its good hand to shove itself toward the head while the tentacle held her tight with a python’s strength. The lower torso—stomach, hips, legs—was kicking and flailing, trying to move toward the upper torso.
Drake was putting himself back together.
Brianna fell on her butt. She reached reflexively for her knife, but it was too far away.
Her sawed-off shotgun. She had re-holstered it. Her hand found it, yanked it free. She took aim at the tentacle that held her fast, aimed at the part just beyond her feet, pulled the trigger.
BLAM!
The blast came from Jamal’s gun. He had found it. She saw smoke curling from the muzzle.
Brianna fumbled with her shotgun, but her fingers wouldn’t work right and her ears were ringing and somehow there was blood all over her chest.
Drake’s head made a silent laugh.
Brianna lay helpless, watching as the legs, the lower third of the creature began to change. Not Drake’s legs. A girl’s chubby limbs.
Drake’s head cried out without sound.
The tentacle was already sliding away.
Jamal walking as if in a dream, his smoking rifle held at his side.
Brianna could see Drake’s lips form the words, “Kill her. Kill her.”
But without lungs, no sound came out.
The body parts moved together. The arms of a girl fumbled for and found what was now Brittney’s head and dragged it to its perch on her shoulders.
The legs kicked and scrabbled until the lower third melded back. Brianna watched it all, unable to move, unable to think clearly.
The last thing she saw was Jamal using Brianna’s wire to wrap Brittney’s hands tightly behind her. He tore a sleeve from his own shirt and made a gag of it and stuffed it in Brittney’s mouth.
Then he stepped back to Brianna. She could barely hear his words through the ringing sound and could barely understand what she did hear.
“I could kill you,” Jamal said. He pointed the automatic rifle down at her, the barre
l an inch from her face. “Most likely Drake comes out on top. But if not, you remember that I coulda killed you.” He shouldered the gun. “But I didn’t.”
It was only a few minutes before Edilio, accompanied by Ellen, both armed with automatic rifles of their own, came rushing in. Jamal and Brittney were long gone.
Edilio knelt beside Brianna. She saw worry and compassion in his dark eyes and in her delirium really liked him for that.
“Ellen, get Lana. Now!” Edilio ordered.
To Brianna, he said, “Is he gone?”
