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“Get your filthy hands off me, you scummy gibfaces!” the voice screamed again. “Begone!”
Precipitation!
“Help! For the love of God and freshly steamed satin, help!” Precipitation hollered. “Anyone out there of the dead variety that could come assist me? That would begreatly appreciated!”
Huck glanced worriedly at Janice ascending the stairs. He hated leaving her, but he told himself he could probably catch up with her later after he checked on Precipitation. He’d never heard his friend scream like that, and his stomach lurched with dread.
Something was terribly wrong.
“Sip!” Huck ran from the stairs in search of him. “Hey! Where are you?”
“Here!” Precipitation howled. “Kitchen! In the fucking kitchen! The shades—”
Huck’s blood iced over from how abruptly Precipitation’s voice cut off. He closed his eyes and forced himself to melt through walls to get to the kitchen faster, desperate to get to the kitchen as quickly as possible. He came through the freezer, and he then struggled to push through the thick steel door. He almost got stuck, and he had to pause and focus before he could force his way through.
Now in the kitchen, he whirled around to find Precipitation.
There!
There were shades, at least a dozen, gathered in a swarming mass and slithering toward the far wall. Shades were nothing but shadows, voids with vaguely human shapes, but Huck had never seen this many together before. They were tangled together so tightly that they looked like a giant black tsunami surging across the floor.
Precipitation’s hand was waving frantically from the middle of it, the rest of his body trapped inside the writhing blob.
“Fuck!” Huck didn’t think twice before he leapt at the mass of shades and started tearing them off Precipitation. “Let go, you fucking fucks! Let him go!”
The shades screamed and hissed, swatting at Huck with their shadowy fingers and trying to grab a hold of him to drag him down with Precipitation. There were too many, and Huck could feel himself being drawn down into the darkness with them. It was warm, quiet, and…
No!
Fuck that!
Huck screamed back at the shades, frantic and furious, and he summoned all of his energy to fight. He’d gotten much stronger over these past few weeks, and he hurled the shades off one by one like paper dolls. He smashed them down into the ground until they shattered, leaving them in pieces to melt through the cracks of the tiles in the floor to escape his wrath.
He finally flung enough of the shades out of his way to grab a hold of Precipitation’s arm, and he pulled as hard as he could to free him. “Come on, come on, come on!”
“Don’t you dare fucking let go!” Precipitation wailed, scrambling to pull himself out of the shades’ grip. “Don’t you fucking dare!”
“I won’t! I won’t! I got you!” Huck kept pulling with all of his strength, and he roared assomethingcame out of him—a blinding flash of light that sent all the shades scattering and howling in pain.
Precipitation launched himself into Huck’s arms. “The fuck, the fuck, the fucking fuck!”
Huck hugged Precipitation close, and he stared in shock as all the shades faded down into the floor and through the walls. He had no idea what had just happened, but it had worked pretty damn well to scare the shades off.
Precipitation had practically crawled up onto Huck’s shoulders and wouldn’t let go. “Oh, my fuckingfuck!”
“Jesus, that was just like those fuckin’ shadow hell things fromGhost!” Huck clung to Precipitation. “When they come to get the bad guy who totally had Patrick Swayze murdered? Do you remember that?”
“What are you talking about? Those ridiculous little pricks don’t know who Patrick Swayze is!” Precipitation sputtered, almost in tears. “Idon’t even know who Patrick Swayze is!”
“It’s okay. They’re gone now. You’re safe.” Huck patted Precipitation’s back. “Are you all right?”
“How the fuck did you do that? No! No, wait, I don’t even care!” Precipitation kissed Huck right on the mouth and then hugged his neck. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Huck, you just saved my life.”
“Yeah?” Huck laughed. “Does it still count if you’re already dead?”
“Shut up and let me be nice to you.”
“Shutting up.”
