Page 55 of Vile Pucker

He moved fast, one swift movement and she fell, cracking her head on the stone.

For a moment I thought she must be dead, but then she moved, and he loomed over her, something metallic flashing in the moonlight.

A jagged knife

I picked up a branch and swung it at the killer, connecting with his back.

“Stop!” I shrieked, as the wind picked up around me.

The face that turned to me just felt wrong, like there wasnothingbehind that mask. Nothing but a fucking barely sentient meat suit.

“Get the fuck out of here!” I tried to yell, but my voice was barely more than a whisper.

He twisted with an eerie whistle and I saw a knife dripping with blood.

He took one step toward me. Then another.

“No!” I croaked, swinging out at him again, this time connecting harder, my blow landing on his face, but there was a metallic scrape, like he orithad a metal mask.

My blows seemed to have no effect on the monster!

Despair seized me and I stumbled backwards, tripping over one of the low gravestones and landing on my ass.

But one thing I knew as I kicked desperately out at the killer.

This wasn’t Gabriel.

Itdidn’t feellike him, the fear I tasted on my tongue wasn’t his.

Thispsycho didn’t care if I lived or died.

The killer took a swing at me as the chill night wind rattled through the iron gates, and I had to roll desperately away as the blade clanged off the headstone.

“Run!” I screamed at the woman. “Run away!”

Who the fuckwasthis?

Eyes flashed at me through the mask and I couldn’t help narrowing my own.

Who was it?

It seemed like I’d seen those eyes before, but I couldn’t remember where. . .

He swung at me again, this time catching the edge of my costume, pinning me against the gravestone.

Shit! Rain began to pelt down on my face as I kicked out hopelessly, because now I was trapped on the ground.

Just as the monster raised the knife--

Suddenly an earsplitting mechanical screech blasted through the trees.

What the fuck?

It was so loud I had to put my hands over my ears, my heels scrabbling desperately in the dirt.

It was so loud I saw the drunk girl start to stir, blearily turn around and stumble to her feet.

Where was this coming from?