I quietly roseto my feet and crept up on Trask as he continued his holy tirade of violenceand death, tapping him on the shoulder once I’d reached him.
“You done withyour speech?”
A startled Traskturned to face me. “What the hell?”
I grabbed hishand, the gun still in it, and began to squeeze. Trask screaming over thesounds of his breaking bones.
Suddenly, Lennoxwas standing right next to me.
“You,” Traskrasped.
“That’s right,you sick sonofabitch, I’m Cauld Ane,” she said. “And I’m going to make sure younever hurt another member of my family ever again.”
Trask dropped tohis knees as I continued applying pressure, the revolver crumbling into pieces,and his hand around it, to jelly. Finally, I released my grip on what used tobe his hand.
“I just did youa favor, you worthless bag of shite. Your good book says, ‘And if thy righthand offends thee, cut it off, and cast it from thee, so that thy whole bodyshould not be cast into hell.’ Isn’t that right, pastor?”
“Even the Devilhimself knows the word of God,” he spat out.
“Not impressedwith that one, huh? How about an eye for an eye? That’s a good one, isn’t it.?”
I grabbedTrask’s skull and started to dig my thumbs into his eye sockets.
Trask screamedand Lennox pleaded for me to stop. “Please, Phin, don’t kill him.”
But I couldhardly hear her through my rage.
I continued topress, Trask screaming as his eyeballs tore away from their optic nerves. Hewas now blinded for life, and if my thumbs went much farther into his skull,he’d be dead.”
Phin, mylove, please stop. He’s not worth it.
I let go andTrask’s unconscious body hit the floor with a thud. Blood pouring from his earsand eye sockets.
Lennox took myface in her hands. “Look at me,” she demanded. “I’m alright. I’m not in anydanger.”
I pulled her tome and hugged her until neither of us could breathe.
“I felt sohelpless, lying there,” I said.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded. “Ithink so.”
“Howareyou okay?” she asked.
“Thank theFates, my brilliant mother, and Blue Fang, strain PK-17.”
* * *
Lennox
“It’s time to wake up,beautiful.”
I groaned. “Whattime is it?”
“Time to gohome.”
“That’s not whatI meant.”
