Page 116 of Pure Silence


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“Fuck you, you fuckin’ psycho!” Lin screamed, aiming his gun at Day and pulling the trigger.

Click.

Nothing.

It was jammed.

The rope that had bound Day was still tied to one of his wrists. They really should have done a better job tying him up, but it was hardly their fault Father had noticed the knot was loose and told Day to slip it.

Day swung the rope around Lin’s neck as he slipped behind him, pulling it taut.

Lin choked, and he flailed desperately.

Day twisted the rope tighter.

Hurry, son. Be done with it before the others come.

Day snapped Lin’s neck and then let him go.

Lin’s body landed a few feet from Jack’s, though it was considerably less messy.

Day wiped off his face and grimaced, not sure whose blood that was now. He sighed, kneeling down to take Lin’s gun and clear the jam.

“D-Day?” Goldie stammered. “Baby?”

“Angel.” Day smiled and tucked the gun into the back of his underwear. He stepped over the corpses to untie Goldie. He offered his hands to help him stand, and he touched the Saint Sebastian medallion around Goldie’s neck.

The medallion was warped now.

Because it had caught a bullet.

There would no doubt be some curious bruising, but Goldie was alive. That’s all that mattered.

No, my son. It’s not. We have work to do.

“Holy fuck,” Goldie hissed in a mix of awe and absolute horror as he stared at the necklace. “Holy fuck. Holy. Fuck. Holyfuck.”

“Thank you, angel.” Day squeezed Goldie’s hands. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”

Goldie grimaced, glancing at the bodies and then back to Day. “Oh, sure. It was nothin’. Anytime.”

“I don’t think you mean that.”

“I sure as hell do right now if it means us getting the fuck out of here alive. Come on. We can make a fuckin’ run for it.”

You won’t make it. Tell him to go upstairs. Your old room.

“Upstairs,” Day said. “First door on the right. Go there. Now.”

“But Day—”

Day kissed him.

He wanted to tell Goldie what he meant to him, that this past week had been the happiest time of his entire life, and how much he adored him and treasured him and loved him…

It’s time to retake your vow, son.

Day smiled.