Defekt by Nino Cipri

Author:Nino Cipri
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates

NAV: 2241

GEN: 2.3.100

STATUS: DEFEKT

DISCONTINUE IMMEDIATELY

Dirk’s head had snapped up at the sound. “Derek. Step back slowly.”

Derek looked back at the table only to see it staring up at him. Some of the wrought iron roses along the side had blinked open, and half a dozen eyes with silvery irises were now focused on him.

“Okay,” Derek said, remembering how the SVINLÅDA had been calm at first, so long as he was. He put up one of his hands, and a couple of the eyes followed it calmly. One of the legs unfurled curiously out to him, reaching for his hand as if it wanted to touch him.

“Nothing to worry about, right?” he said. “We’re calm.”

There was another warbling tune from behind him, and then that terrible, grating mosquito whine. Derek could feel it this time as well, a blistering heat that cut through the air inches from his palm. Dirk’s aim was impeccable, and the table’s outstretched leg shattered into sharp metal spikes and a spray of sky-blue liquid that Derek realized was probably blood. The table let out a ringing, metallic cry and staggered back on its three remaining legs. It tried to flee, knocking over wicker furniture and tearing into the Astroturf. Dirk walked up, unhurried but completely focused, aiming his INVENTERA at the table and squeezing off another shot. This one hit a second leg, and the table collapsed. Its cries grew shriller.

Dirk shouldered him aside—not angrily, barely even cognizant of Derek standing there. Derek stumbled back.

It gave him a perfect view as Dirk blew a third leg off the table. Its scream petered out, breaking into a series of hushed whimpers. The table tried desperately to pull itself away with its one remaining leg, the rest of its jagged stumps twitching in agony, sluggishly leaking bright blue blood into the Astroturf.

Stop, Derek wanted to scream, but his teeth were clenched so hard that he heard the enamel squeak inside his skull. Stop hurting it.

Dirk looked curiously over his shoulder at Derek. The fact that their faces were almost the same was horrible now; Dirk’s face was splashed with the thing’s blood, and his eyes held no remorse or consternation. The table gave another weak little cry, and Dirk’s face twitched in annoyance. He turned back and shot the table again, this time in the center of its glass top. It immediately went limp and collapsed. Some of the eyes looked around and found Derek, focusing on him. He couldn’t look away.

There was no clear line between when the eyes belonged to a living thing, and when that life was extinguished. At some point, the silvery pupils stopped looking at him, and then looked at nothing, and then they contained nothing. It had died, and died horribly.

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