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Two of them had ganged up on Ann, and they weren't the storybook types that
get tangled in hair. They went for her eyes. The others circled about,
screeching.
I had problems of my own.
I pulled the struggling thing over my head. Bad idea. It tried to give me a
Mohawk by raking its claws over my scalp.
I got him in front of me, though. We stared face-to-face. And what a face!
Where a bat's head reasonably should have been glared a contorted mockery of a
human face, twisted in agony. Its lips curled back around huge, bloody fangs.
Watching it as though I had nothing better to do at the time, I finally heard
what it was screaming.
It screamed for forgiveness.
So did the others slashing at Ann in an unbatlike manner.
I thought about it long and hard for a second or so. But a generous nature is
one of the virtues I lack.
Continuing to choke the tiny monster's throat with one hand, I twisted its
body with the other. Its neck snapped like a hollow, rotted twig, and the
thing fell limp. I dropped it from my hands into the sludge.
"Dell!" Ann grasped the flashlight in one hand, her steel in the other. She
was cutting at the air again with the knife while swinging the torch like a
club. Her purse slapped against her wet hip like a wrecking ball. It was a
wonder she managed to remain standing in the middle of the fracas.
I splashed back up to the chapel gift shop. Inside the shattered window
display were some shelves. I grabbed one, ignoring the crosses lying there. I
figured they wouldn't help in my case.
I waded back into the fray. The plank worked fine. The first bat I hit flew
halfway across the hall-though not under its own power.
I pulled off a bat that had plunged its teeth in the heel of Ann's left palm.
Its face looked familiar, like that of a dead president or someone of that
ilk.
I swung it around me like a chicken marked for dinner. When its spine snapped,
I threw it against the escalator steps for good measure.
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The kid played it smart. She submerged as deep into the water as she could and
ducked her head when one of them swooped by.
I grabbed my board and tried to improve my batting average.
Ann finally seemed to get the knack of keeping the bats away from her.
Whenever she waggled her knife in a certain manner, they backed off.I caromed
another flying rodent off the walls in a banked shot. It splashed about
angrily in the water before drowning. As creatures from Hell went, they were
pretty tame.
One of the bats fluttered too close to Ann's blade. She managed to nick it.
Its shriek became a sickly moan. It didn't seem as if she'd done it much harm.
It acted, though, as if she'd shot it full of hydrofluoric acid. The moan
became a pitiful, rattling sigh, like air escaping from a bottle. It took one
last wing-flap and performed a graceless nosedive into the water.
That made the others go crazy. Almost as one, they swept toward Ann. Her hair
whipped about as she swung her dagger in wide angles and sharp turns. She must
have had all the aces on her side. The bats almost looked as if they were
diving into the blade's path. Within seconds, the rest of the bats fell
sighing to the floor.
The place sounded like a tire-slasher's wet dream.
The room fell silent. Slowly, Isadora rose up from the water. Slowly, Ann
regained her composure. Slowly, I grew aware of the throbbing pain and hot
wetness at the back of my neck. I dabbed at the blood with a soggy
handkerchief.
One of the bats that Ann had killed floated near me, face up. Its eyes were
closed and-as much as possible around those vicious fangsits human face
smiled.
I felt that overall sort of shiver you feel when you touch something that's
not supposed to be there.
"Come on," I said, trying to sound tough and cool. It came out sounding hoarse
and old. I took the light from Ann. Isadora followed on her own, to my aching
back's relief.
I felt around for the base of the escalator. My toe found it, painfully. We
rose up out of the slime toward the inside entrance to North Tower. Halfway
up, I turned to shine the beam back past the kid. She was climbing up naked
and dripping wet, looking like a severely misplaced water nymph. The light
threw a circle of white on the lumpy surface of the water, where it shimmered
and cast rippling reflections on the walls.
I noticed something missing in the water. The bats.
I didn't want to know whether they merely sank or vanished or danced out doing
the cha-cha. All I knew was that I had blood coming out of various parts of me
and that I ached like a second-place prizefighter.
Dell Ammo's a real hard man. He fights Heaven and Hell. Ammo's real tough.
Ammo wants to lie down on dry sheets with an ice pack and a heating pad. Dell
Ammo wants life to ease the hell up on him.
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I looked up to see a dark shape snarling at the top of the stairs.
Dell Ammo gets all the breaks.
I snapped the Magna-Lite up at it. The thing hissed and pulled back. I drew my
automatic, whipped it a couple of times to get water out of the barrel, and
waited. "Get behind me," I whispered.
"Right," Ann said. "I'll guard the rear." She wedged the kid between us.The
thing stepped into the light, crouching low. It looked like a wolf, but I
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