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face contorted with fear as she screamed “NO NO NO!”
Then Mott turned to Ed, hissing through the skeletal snarl of his mouth.
The thing lunged with an unearthly shriek, and before Ed could move he felt cold fingers clamping around his neck.
Ed fought and flailed, beating at Mott’s arms.
But it was no use. Mott raised him up by his neck until his feet left the floor. Ed tried to suck in a breath, wheezing, the pressure on his windpipe growing as the room began to spin, going black.
“God givethhh the firsht breath to the lungsss of mmman,” Mott growled. “And God takethh it away at the end of his daysssh.”
Ed could still hear Julia shouting even as his vision failed him. She was getting closer now?
“Let him go!” she yelled. “You bad, bad evil … sinner! You’re a SINNER! And you shouldn’t still be alive, and God HATES you!”
Mott jerked, and suddenly the pressure on Ed’s throat was gone. He slid to the floor, banging his head on the wall behind him.
Ed blinked and rubbed his eyes as his vision returned, trying to see what was happening.
Julia was in the center of the room now, and Mott had turned to face her. She held a piece of a broken chair like a sword, pointing its jagged end at Mott. Some kind of viscous goo dripped from the splintered end of her crude weapon … blood, or whatever was inside Mott?
She ’d stabbed him!
She saved me, Ed thought. But now she’s helpless.
Have to do something! !!
Ed twisted his body forward so that he was on his hands and knees, looking for the lamp. He saw that it was lying on the floor between Julia and the fireplace, its wick still sputtering. The glass base was badly cracked, and the fluid inside had leaked out in a large puddle around the lamp. But it was still half full.
He crawled forward to retrieve it, looking up to see if Julia was okay.
Mott stood in front of her, looming over her. “Wwwomen are the wwwoooombs of the wwworld,” he hissed, “and child-rennn are their fruit. When a wwwoman sinsh, she is twicesh as vile as a mmmman, for she makethh rancid the wwworld.”
Then, the corpse-like bastard stepped forward, he hands reaching for Julia’s pretty throat …
No!
Ed couldn’t let that happen.
“Look here, you rutting ghoul!” Ed shouted. “I’m the one who made her do it.”
Mott stopped advancing on Julia, turning his decayed head to look down at Ed on the floor.
“Yeah!” Ed continued. “You want me. I’m just a cripple, you can handle me—come on!”
Mott shrieked and shot towards him. He was almost there when he suddenly slipped in the puddle of lamp oil, losing his balance for a moment and teetering forward. Ed dove for Mott’s ankle, pushing it back—
—And Mott fell forward, flailing. His head hit the ledge in front of the fireplace with a loud, wet thud.
Ed grabbed the lamp and threw it towards the fireplace. It shattered on the stone there—and this time, the fire spread.
The blazing oil covered Mott’s head.
His hood burst into whooshing flames which quickly spread down to his torso as he thrashed and shrieked.
But the flames didn’t stop there. A line of fire shot down Mott’s kicking leg and ignited the puddle on the floor. The fire spread across the puddle, and suddenly Ed’s trousers were burning, flames engulfing his right leg below the knee.
“Dammit!” he swore, scrambling backwards on hand and knees, ignoring the searing pain, trying to get away from the puddle. Julia ran forward and beat at the flames, her hands wrapped in the cloth of her skirt. It seemed to help. Ed ripped off his own shirt and used it to help her.
In a few moments, the flames were gone.
When he looked down, the right leg of his woolen trousers was blackened above his boot, and still smoking. The leg hurt him, but he had no idea how bad the burns actually were.
“We have to get out of here!” he told Julia. He grabbed the edge of the cell door and used it to pull himself up. Damn his clumsy clubfoot, he had
Then Mott turned to Ed, hissing through the skeletal snarl of his mouth.
The thing lunged with an unearthly shriek, and before Ed could move he felt cold fingers clamping around his neck.
Ed fought and flailed, beating at Mott’s arms.
But it was no use. Mott raised him up by his neck until his feet left the floor. Ed tried to suck in a breath, wheezing, the pressure on his windpipe growing as the room began to spin, going black.
“God givethhh the firsht breath to the lungsss of mmman,” Mott growled. “And God takethh it away at the end of his daysssh.”
Ed could still hear Julia shouting even as his vision failed him. She was getting closer now?
“Let him go!” she yelled. “You bad, bad evil … sinner! You’re a SINNER! And you shouldn’t still be alive, and God HATES you!”
Mott jerked, and suddenly the pressure on Ed’s throat was gone. He slid to the floor, banging his head on the wall behind him.
Ed blinked and rubbed his eyes as his vision returned, trying to see what was happening.
Julia was in the center of the room now, and Mott had turned to face her. She held a piece of a broken chair like a sword, pointing its jagged end at Mott. Some kind of viscous goo dripped from the splintered end of her crude weapon … blood, or whatever was inside Mott?
She ’d stabbed him!
She saved me, Ed thought. But now she’s helpless.
Have to do something! !!
Ed twisted his body forward so that he was on his hands and knees, looking for the lamp. He saw that it was lying on the floor between Julia and the fireplace, its wick still sputtering. The glass base was badly cracked, and the fluid inside had leaked out in a large puddle around the lamp. But it was still half full.
He crawled forward to retrieve it, looking up to see if Julia was okay.
Mott stood in front of her, looming over her. “Wwwomen are the wwwoooombs of the wwworld,” he hissed, “and child-rennn are their fruit. When a wwwoman sinsh, she is twicesh as vile as a mmmman, for she makethh rancid the wwworld.”
Then, the corpse-like bastard stepped forward, he hands reaching for Julia’s pretty throat …
No!
Ed couldn’t let that happen.
“Look here, you rutting ghoul!” Ed shouted. “I’m the one who made her do it.”
Mott stopped advancing on Julia, turning his decayed head to look down at Ed on the floor.
“Yeah!” Ed continued. “You want me. I’m just a cripple, you can handle me—come on!”
Mott shrieked and shot towards him. He was almost there when he suddenly slipped in the puddle of lamp oil, losing his balance for a moment and teetering forward. Ed dove for Mott’s ankle, pushing it back—
—And Mott fell forward, flailing. His head hit the ledge in front of the fireplace with a loud, wet thud.
Ed grabbed the lamp and threw it towards the fireplace. It shattered on the stone there—and this time, the fire spread.
The blazing oil covered Mott’s head.
His hood burst into whooshing flames which quickly spread down to his torso as he thrashed and shrieked.
But the flames didn’t stop there. A line of fire shot down Mott’s kicking leg and ignited the puddle on the floor. The fire spread across the puddle, and suddenly Ed’s trousers were burning, flames engulfing his right leg below the knee.
“Dammit!” he swore, scrambling backwards on hand and knees, ignoring the searing pain, trying to get away from the puddle. Julia ran forward and beat at the flames, her hands wrapped in the cloth of her skirt. It seemed to help. Ed ripped off his own shirt and used it to help her.
In a few moments, the flames were gone.
When he looked down, the right leg of his woolen trousers was blackened above his boot, and still smoking. The leg hurt him, but he had no idea how bad the burns actually were.
“We have to get out of here!” he told Julia. He grabbed the edge of the cell door and used it to pull himself up. Damn his clumsy clubfoot, he had
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