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him.” Missy dragged me off the bed, into a wheelchair someone wheeled over, having dragged Kendall away from the door. “But the fighting’s getting heavy downstairs. My diversionary force will be pulling out soon, drawing off your protectors so we can bail by another route.” She threw a blanket over my lap.
TMI: too much information .
The only diversionary action I wanted to know about involved me and Shaun in a passionate lip-lock. The sunlight through the windows shifted to an oily green, coloring my skin gecko. That was interesting. I giggled, holding up my hand, staring. Five fingers became ten, then five again as I wiggled them. And giggled. Wow. Whatever she’d given me was the good stuff!
The women picked up a shot comrade and followed, as Missy took me to a waiting elevator. Unconscious on the elevator floor, my mom blocked the door, a spilled hospital tray next to her.
Mom! Get up from there. You’ll get your clothes all dirty.
They dragged her out so most of us could go in. Those that couldn’t, ran for the stairs. Through the closing doors, I looked with great concern at my squished Jell-O. Pieces of it quivered in fear. Poor thing.
The doors shut. Missy pressed the button for the top floor.
My hand no longer looked green, having turned both smoky and tangy like a good bar-b-q sauce. I licked my thumb to confirm the sensation. It tasted fuzzy.
Missy squeezed my shoulder with a grip like a raptor. “We’re going for a fun little helicopter ride. You’re in for a real treat.”
“Oh, I’ve done that before, with a mothman.”
One of the girls snickered as the doors opened.
Missy glared at her. “Something funny to you?”
The girl straightened, losing expression. “No , Ma’am.”
We left the elevator at the top floor, joining with the others from the stairwell. They wheeled me off, ignoring questions from curious onlookers. Chair and all, I was carried up a last flight of stairs to the roof and set down. They wheeled me across the roof, through bright sunshine and a blustery wind. The rooftop shone, mostly white gravel, although someone had taken red spray paint to create an intricate pattern right smack dab in the middle. It looked as if some of the white pebbles had been killed and had bled out, giving their all for art.
A voice in the back of my head said, Spell circle .
We sent some empty spray cans rolling as we passed. The roof door slammed shut and locked with a click.
The whump-whump-whump of rotor blades announced the arrival of a blue and gray helicopter that looked dolphinesque with its stubby beak of a nose. It descended to the far side of the roof, settling on skids, a honeycombed barrel hanging under its belly. I softly sang, “Rocket’s red glare, bombs bursting in air…”
We stopped well short of where it settled. Someone blocked our way, a shifting shadow, surrounded by curling red flames. It took me a moment to recognize the figure.
Cassie! She’d come to see me off.
Piercing the whump-whump of the rotors, her voice slashed out, shedding modern phrasing as her centuries-old nature immerged. “You have erred grievously, laying hands upon my precious daughter. Release her now and I promise you merciful deaths.”
EIGHT
“Is that a dog or dinosaur?
I’m just too stoned to see.
So I’ll throw a bone and run away
from the Death-of-me.”
—Perilous Paths
Elektra Blue
Missy flicked her fingers Cassie’s way.
Responding to the command, several of her evil minions lunged
TMI: too much information .
The only diversionary action I wanted to know about involved me and Shaun in a passionate lip-lock. The sunlight through the windows shifted to an oily green, coloring my skin gecko. That was interesting. I giggled, holding up my hand, staring. Five fingers became ten, then five again as I wiggled them. And giggled. Wow. Whatever she’d given me was the good stuff!
The women picked up a shot comrade and followed, as Missy took me to a waiting elevator. Unconscious on the elevator floor, my mom blocked the door, a spilled hospital tray next to her.
Mom! Get up from there. You’ll get your clothes all dirty.
They dragged her out so most of us could go in. Those that couldn’t, ran for the stairs. Through the closing doors, I looked with great concern at my squished Jell-O. Pieces of it quivered in fear. Poor thing.
The doors shut. Missy pressed the button for the top floor.
My hand no longer looked green, having turned both smoky and tangy like a good bar-b-q sauce. I licked my thumb to confirm the sensation. It tasted fuzzy.
Missy squeezed my shoulder with a grip like a raptor. “We’re going for a fun little helicopter ride. You’re in for a real treat.”
“Oh, I’ve done that before, with a mothman.”
One of the girls snickered as the doors opened.
Missy glared at her. “Something funny to you?”
The girl straightened, losing expression. “No , Ma’am.”
We left the elevator at the top floor, joining with the others from the stairwell. They wheeled me off, ignoring questions from curious onlookers. Chair and all, I was carried up a last flight of stairs to the roof and set down. They wheeled me across the roof, through bright sunshine and a blustery wind. The rooftop shone, mostly white gravel, although someone had taken red spray paint to create an intricate pattern right smack dab in the middle. It looked as if some of the white pebbles had been killed and had bled out, giving their all for art.
A voice in the back of my head said, Spell circle .
We sent some empty spray cans rolling as we passed. The roof door slammed shut and locked with a click.
The whump-whump-whump of rotor blades announced the arrival of a blue and gray helicopter that looked dolphinesque with its stubby beak of a nose. It descended to the far side of the roof, settling on skids, a honeycombed barrel hanging under its belly. I softly sang, “Rocket’s red glare, bombs bursting in air…”
We stopped well short of where it settled. Someone blocked our way, a shifting shadow, surrounded by curling red flames. It took me a moment to recognize the figure.
Cassie! She’d come to see me off.
Piercing the whump-whump of the rotors, her voice slashed out, shedding modern phrasing as her centuries-old nature immerged. “You have erred grievously, laying hands upon my precious daughter. Release her now and I promise you merciful deaths.”
EIGHT
“Is that a dog or dinosaur?
I’m just too stoned to see.
So I’ll throw a bone and run away
from the Death-of-me.”
—Perilous Paths
Elektra Blue
Missy flicked her fingers Cassie’s way.
Responding to the command, several of her evil minions lunged
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