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grumbles.
“So where is she? I’ve shown you mine.” I poke Brittany in the back, and she mewls in fright.
I don’t want to do anything else till I’ve seen Shar and know she’s okay. Satan narrows his yellow goat’s eyes at me, as if assessing his options. Eventually, he nods.
Out stumble Jodi, Shar, and the girl Laura.
Except Laura and Shar are holding Jodi, as if Jodi’s the prisoner.
I try not to act surprised, and Jodi’s in no condition to give us away. She’s badly beaten and barely conscious.
“How did you know?” I say, hoping Satan’s not too wily.
He’s not.
“She let that woman nearly get to me. And she was a spy! An interloper! Sent by our enemies! She’s talking to the parents, even now.” I assume he means Jodi’s parents, as he spits at her to punctuate his rant. The spit lands with an audible squelch on the bare skin of her belly.
Jodi’s eyes flutter. “I didn’t know,” she pleads. “Jenny lied to me, too…”
Suddenly I remember Jenny, the girl Shar beat out to meet the Master. Also a relatively new student, Jenny’s a loner. And, apparently, also undercover, with enough focus on her mission she didn’t magically forget what she’d seen upon leaving the gnome’s territory.
Laura turns Jodi to smack her hard across the face, and Jodi’s pleas subside. Shar’s eyes meet mine and I see a flash of concern. She’s not sure how much more abuse Jodi can take. Meanwhile, Shar’s more than capable of healing the cheerleader, but not without giving herself away.
I hand Brittany over to Moo and take a step toward Satan, then another. We’re only about two feet from each other, but with him in his gnome ally’s territory, we might as well be miles apart.
I need to bring that mountain to me.
“So,” I say, lowering my voice conspiratorially and praying I’m right. “I know you’re not really Satan.”
Satan’s expression turns mulish, my first clue that, while we don’t know what he is, he’s probably not a fallen angel. But he’s obviously sensitive about the subject, something I hope we can use against him.
“I am Satan! The Dark Lord! Lord of Pain and Glory!”
I shake my head. “Thou doth protest too much. What are you, really?”
“I am Satan!” he roars, spittle flying.
“No, you’re really not,” I repeat calmly. “So what are you?”
“I am the Master! You will bow before me!”
“Look, that might work on those children you’ve kidnapped. But I’m not a teenager.”
Satan frowns. “I didn’t kidnap anyone! They are minions!” he roars.
“Enough with the roaring, ‘Satan,’” I say, gesticulating great big air quotes with my fingers. “I’m right here.”
Satan stomps a hoof. I roll my eyes.
“You can’t be Satan,” Moo calls from over my shoulder. She’s realized my game.
“Of course I’m…” Satan roars. Then he catches himself, dialing down his volume. “…Satan!”
“Would Satan hide behind a gnome? And not even a fully mature gnome?” Moo once again tests her strength against the shields. They don’t break, but they waver right where she’s hitting.
“Well, let’s be fair,” I say to Moo. “It is an immature gnome. And he does like them young, even when it comes to gnomes.” I turn back to Satan, who’s obviously fuming. He’s been so careful to pick girls who are older than eighteen; I knew that was a nerve ripe for picking.
“Did you kidnap the gnome, too?” Moo asks calmly. Satan snaps.
“I kidnapped no one!” Satan’s back to roaring. He’s also taken a delicious step forward, although he’s still safe behind the gnome’s barriers. We’re getting to him, but not enough.
I need a new tactic.
“Girls!” I call. “Oh, girls! Come out and talk to me for a second.”
“Stay back!” barks Satan.
“Why should they? If you’re the all-powerful Satan, what can I say to sway them? Only someone who wasn’t really Satan would be afraid of me.”
It’s cheap psychology, but it
“So where is she? I’ve shown you mine.” I poke Brittany in the back, and she mewls in fright.
I don’t want to do anything else till I’ve seen Shar and know she’s okay. Satan narrows his yellow goat’s eyes at me, as if assessing his options. Eventually, he nods.
Out stumble Jodi, Shar, and the girl Laura.
Except Laura and Shar are holding Jodi, as if Jodi’s the prisoner.
I try not to act surprised, and Jodi’s in no condition to give us away. She’s badly beaten and barely conscious.
“How did you know?” I say, hoping Satan’s not too wily.
He’s not.
“She let that woman nearly get to me. And she was a spy! An interloper! Sent by our enemies! She’s talking to the parents, even now.” I assume he means Jodi’s parents, as he spits at her to punctuate his rant. The spit lands with an audible squelch on the bare skin of her belly.
Jodi’s eyes flutter. “I didn’t know,” she pleads. “Jenny lied to me, too…”
Suddenly I remember Jenny, the girl Shar beat out to meet the Master. Also a relatively new student, Jenny’s a loner. And, apparently, also undercover, with enough focus on her mission she didn’t magically forget what she’d seen upon leaving the gnome’s territory.
Laura turns Jodi to smack her hard across the face, and Jodi’s pleas subside. Shar’s eyes meet mine and I see a flash of concern. She’s not sure how much more abuse Jodi can take. Meanwhile, Shar’s more than capable of healing the cheerleader, but not without giving herself away.
I hand Brittany over to Moo and take a step toward Satan, then another. We’re only about two feet from each other, but with him in his gnome ally’s territory, we might as well be miles apart.
I need to bring that mountain to me.
“So,” I say, lowering my voice conspiratorially and praying I’m right. “I know you’re not really Satan.”
Satan’s expression turns mulish, my first clue that, while we don’t know what he is, he’s probably not a fallen angel. But he’s obviously sensitive about the subject, something I hope we can use against him.
“I am Satan! The Dark Lord! Lord of Pain and Glory!”
I shake my head. “Thou doth protest too much. What are you, really?”
“I am Satan!” he roars, spittle flying.
“No, you’re really not,” I repeat calmly. “So what are you?”
“I am the Master! You will bow before me!”
“Look, that might work on those children you’ve kidnapped. But I’m not a teenager.”
Satan frowns. “I didn’t kidnap anyone! They are minions!” he roars.
“Enough with the roaring, ‘Satan,’” I say, gesticulating great big air quotes with my fingers. “I’m right here.”
Satan stomps a hoof. I roll my eyes.
“You can’t be Satan,” Moo calls from over my shoulder. She’s realized my game.
“Of course I’m…” Satan roars. Then he catches himself, dialing down his volume. “…Satan!”
“Would Satan hide behind a gnome? And not even a fully mature gnome?” Moo once again tests her strength against the shields. They don’t break, but they waver right where she’s hitting.
“Well, let’s be fair,” I say to Moo. “It is an immature gnome. And he does like them young, even when it comes to gnomes.” I turn back to Satan, who’s obviously fuming. He’s been so careful to pick girls who are older than eighteen; I knew that was a nerve ripe for picking.
“Did you kidnap the gnome, too?” Moo asks calmly. Satan snaps.
“I kidnapped no one!” Satan’s back to roaring. He’s also taken a delicious step forward, although he’s still safe behind the gnome’s barriers. We’re getting to him, but not enough.
I need a new tactic.
“Girls!” I call. “Oh, girls! Come out and talk to me for a second.”
“Stay back!” barks Satan.
“Why should they? If you’re the all-powerful Satan, what can I say to sway them? Only someone who wasn’t really Satan would be afraid of me.”
It’s cheap psychology, but it
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