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cluttered living room made her cold all over.
Randy Dungston had Kristin’s in a choke
hold, one beefy arm around the little girl’s thin throat. In the other hand he
had a broken bottle, its jagged green shards of glass poking out of his meaty
fist. Kristin was gasping and turning blue, her eyes bulging with the effort to
breathe as Dungston brought the glittering, razor sharp glass closer and closer
to her face.
Angry Mom was standing helplessly to one
side, shouting something that Mei-Li didn’t even hear and Kristin’s little
sister, Megan, who was only four, was wailing inconsolably as she watched her
sister about to be maimed.
Mei-Li was so angry she felt like she
could have exploded with rage but she knew if she made the wrong move she might
cost Kristin an eye.
“Randy Dungston,” she said in a low voice
that quivered with fury. “Put Kristin down and drop that bottle now.”
Randy looked down at her, sneering. He was
a big bully of a man with red cheeks and a nose that reminded Mei-Li of a
snout. He stank of sweat and scotch and cigarette smoke and his piggy little
eyes were bloodshot.
“Well, if it ain’t the little chink social
worker,” he grunted, making no move to either release Kristin or drop the
jagged, broken bottle. “The same little chink bitch that got me kicked out of
my own home and sent to jail.”
“This is not your home. You lost the right
to call it that when you hurt and tortured two helpless little girls—just like
you’re doing now. You let her go right now or I will spray you!” She
held out the pepper spray, her arm trembling, wishing she had something more
lethal like a tazer or a gun.
To her consternation, Dungston just
laughed.
“I been to jail, bitch—you oughta know
since you’re the one who sent me there. You think I’m afraid of a little pepper
spray? Besides, you spray me, you’re gonna get her too.” He nodded at Kristin
who had almost stopped struggling now. Her face had gone from blue to almost
gray. It was an alarming color and Mei-Li felt panic begin to gnaw at her
throat. What if he killed the little girl while she stood here helplessly and
watched?
To one side, Megan was still wailing and
Angry Mom was wringing her hands ineffectually and crying but neither reaction
was having any effect on Dungston. An evil grin had spread across his porcine
face as he watched to see what Mei-Li would do.
She hesitated, uncertain of the best
course of action. It was true that spraying the pepper spray might get Kristin
too because Randy would doubtless have no qualms about using the little girl as
a human shield. Mei-Li thought about lunging forward to try to drag the little
girl from his grip but she was afraid he would cut Kristin with the bottle if
she did.
“Let…her…go!” she insisted, trying to keep
her voice steady.
“When…I’m…ready,” he sneered, mocking her
tone.
“Release the young one.”
The deep, cold voice behind her nearly
made Mei-Li jump out of her skin. She saw Randy’s eyes widen in surprise and
fill with fear. She couldn’t help glancing back to see what could provoke such
a reaction in a hard man like Dungston.
And there he was. Six. Standing there
looking just as he did in her dreams from the glaring red light where his left
eye should be to the metallic left hand to the bulky black armor which made him
absolutely huge. He seemed to fill the whole living area and suck all the air
out of the room at the same time. Or maybe that was her, hyperventilating.
Seeing him in her dreams was bad enough—she’d never really expected to see him in
person.
“Who’re you?” Randy sneered, obviously
trying to cover his fear with bravado. “Some kinda Robo-cop wannabe?”
Despite his tough words, he was clearly
shaken. So much so that he allowed Kristen to sag in his grip, giving Mei-Li a
clear shot at his face.
She was still pretty freaked out about
having the big Kindred from her dreams suddenly appear behind her but
Randy Dungston had Kristin’s in a choke
hold, one beefy arm around the little girl’s thin throat. In the other hand he
had a broken bottle, its jagged green shards of glass poking out of his meaty
fist. Kristin was gasping and turning blue, her eyes bulging with the effort to
breathe as Dungston brought the glittering, razor sharp glass closer and closer
to her face.
Angry Mom was standing helplessly to one
side, shouting something that Mei-Li didn’t even hear and Kristin’s little
sister, Megan, who was only four, was wailing inconsolably as she watched her
sister about to be maimed.
Mei-Li was so angry she felt like she
could have exploded with rage but she knew if she made the wrong move she might
cost Kristin an eye.
“Randy Dungston,” she said in a low voice
that quivered with fury. “Put Kristin down and drop that bottle now.”
Randy looked down at her, sneering. He was
a big bully of a man with red cheeks and a nose that reminded Mei-Li of a
snout. He stank of sweat and scotch and cigarette smoke and his piggy little
eyes were bloodshot.
“Well, if it ain’t the little chink social
worker,” he grunted, making no move to either release Kristin or drop the
jagged, broken bottle. “The same little chink bitch that got me kicked out of
my own home and sent to jail.”
“This is not your home. You lost the right
to call it that when you hurt and tortured two helpless little girls—just like
you’re doing now. You let her go right now or I will spray you!” She
held out the pepper spray, her arm trembling, wishing she had something more
lethal like a tazer or a gun.
To her consternation, Dungston just
laughed.
“I been to jail, bitch—you oughta know
since you’re the one who sent me there. You think I’m afraid of a little pepper
spray? Besides, you spray me, you’re gonna get her too.” He nodded at Kristin
who had almost stopped struggling now. Her face had gone from blue to almost
gray. It was an alarming color and Mei-Li felt panic begin to gnaw at her
throat. What if he killed the little girl while she stood here helplessly and
watched?
To one side, Megan was still wailing and
Angry Mom was wringing her hands ineffectually and crying but neither reaction
was having any effect on Dungston. An evil grin had spread across his porcine
face as he watched to see what Mei-Li would do.
She hesitated, uncertain of the best
course of action. It was true that spraying the pepper spray might get Kristin
too because Randy would doubtless have no qualms about using the little girl as
a human shield. Mei-Li thought about lunging forward to try to drag the little
girl from his grip but she was afraid he would cut Kristin with the bottle if
she did.
“Let…her…go!” she insisted, trying to keep
her voice steady.
“When…I’m…ready,” he sneered, mocking her
tone.
“Release the young one.”
The deep, cold voice behind her nearly
made Mei-Li jump out of her skin. She saw Randy’s eyes widen in surprise and
fill with fear. She couldn’t help glancing back to see what could provoke such
a reaction in a hard man like Dungston.
And there he was. Six. Standing there
looking just as he did in her dreams from the glaring red light where his left
eye should be to the metallic left hand to the bulky black armor which made him
absolutely huge. He seemed to fill the whole living area and suck all the air
out of the room at the same time. Or maybe that was her, hyperventilating.
Seeing him in her dreams was bad enough—she’d never really expected to see him in
person.
“Who’re you?” Randy sneered, obviously
trying to cover his fear with bravado. “Some kinda Robo-cop wannabe?”
Despite his tough words, he was clearly
shaken. So much so that he allowed Kristen to sag in his grip, giving Mei-Li a
clear shot at his face.
She was still pretty freaked out about
having the big Kindred from her dreams suddenly appear behind her but
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