Aftermath by Tim Marquitz

Author:Tim Marquitz [Marquitz, Tim]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

I hung out for a while after Lance left, just letting everything he’d told me sink in. Things were turning into a shit sandwich and any minute I’d be forced to take a great big, heaping bite of it, little bits of corn and all. I could taste it already.

I had no clue who masked boy was trying to break out of the interstice but the fact that he was willing to drop nuclear bombs on the ones in this dimension didn’t give me hope things would get any better. Anyone willing to kill that many people to reach their goal was ruthless in a way I’d never faced. They clearly weren’t going to stop no matter who or what got in their way.

Head hung low I figured it was time to face the music and let everyone else know what I’d found out. Unfortunately folks had other plans.

“Well look who we have here.”

I glanced up to see a group of people headed my way. Even in their human forms I could sniff out there were-critter in them. “A Covenant of Dicks welcoming party. How sweet of you, but really you shouldn’t have.”

The group spread out as they advanced. Maybe twenty strong they looked more like street kids than they did some tough ass gang to be afraid. Only the guy who’d spoken appeared older than fifteen. While the majority of the weres were standing on their tiptoes to reach five feet the head honcho clocked in at a good 6’8” easy. He was half as wide as he was tall, too, all thick muscle and bad intentions.

“If you’re looking for directions, you can go right the fuck that way,” I said, using my middle finger to point back the way they’d come. It was pretty much a guarantee I’d run into these guys anytime I popped into Old Town but I really wasn’t in the mood for their posturing. There were bigger things in play.

“Oh no, we’ve found exactly what we were looking for.” Big boy grinned, towering over his diminutive companions. “The star of Jackass.”

“You have a name?” I asked. “I want to know what to put on the plaque when I mount your head over my fireplace.”

He chuckled. “You can call me Ass-Whupper because that’s all that’s gonna be mounted here today.”

“Fine then, Ass, let’s get this over with. I’m meeting your mother later and she hates when I’m not on time.”

The mama joke was apparently too much.

The first of the weres barreled forward in mid-transformation, claws poking through their fingertips and growing as they closed. Yellow teeth gnashed and flung spittle, making tiny rainbows in the sunlight.

Conscious that I might have to face something way bigger and badder than a pack of hairy midgets in the near future, I held back my magic and whipped out my .45. I gave the first guy a nose job on the house, putting a bullet right in the middle of his face. Then I bitch slapped his buddy and put my foot in his ass, sending them both toppling into the hole I’d dug for Judas.

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