THUGLIT Issue Sixteen by Robbins Devon & Arneson Erik & Kurtz Ed & Rapacz Mark & Beetner Eric & MacLeod Bracken & Sanders Scott & Hart Rob

THUGLIT Issue Sixteen by Robbins Devon & Arneson Erik & Kurtz Ed & Rapacz Mark & Beetner Eric & MacLeod Bracken & Sanders Scott & Hart Rob

Author:Robbins, Devon & Arneson, Erik & Kurtz, Ed & Rapacz, Mark & Beetner, Eric & MacLeod, Bracken & Sanders, Scott & Hart, Rob [Robbins, Devon]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Thuglit Publishing
Published: 2015-02-27T16:00:00+00:00


The couple led the way across a big back yard past a bunch of rusting farm equipment and a picnic table. Fifty yards from the house was a row of corn stalks. They pushed their way into the overgrown green mess. The stalks were thick and untended. Patrick keeping his hand tight on Callie's elbow in case she or her man decided to make a run for it.

As Sam promised, another fifty yards away, the unmistakable odor of dank began to drift toward him. A combination of pine, sage, and skunk teased Patrick's sense of smell. He lifted his head a little to get a deeper whiff.

Callie's arm jerked out of his hand as she and her husband hopped ahead of their guides. Patrick took a quick step forward to catch her arm, but she side-stepped him, disappearing into the green.

Patrick took a lurching step after her. The metal clack sounded a half-second before the dull meaty thunk and almost two seconds before the field was filled with his screaming. His wails carried, but never echoed back in the dense vegetation. He dropped to the ground pawing at the bear trap clamped to his shin. Even through his jeans, he could see the leg was broken and half torn through—as if the hippies sharpened their traps.

Patrick looked around in a panic for his gun, but couldn't find it. It might as well have vaporized as soon as the trap sprang. He couldn't control anything his arms did for several seconds after the teeth snapped shut and he figured he must have flung it into the stalks. Now he was beginning to shake with shock, his body refusing to do anything he wanted it to. The dry earth was turning muddy, his life soaking into the earth.

Mickey dropped to his knees next to the trap, looking at it like the device was a living thing that might bite him too. "Fucking shit, dude! What the Christ is that?" After a moment's hesitation, he tried to pry open the jaws, but couldn't. Patrick let out another long yowl as Mickey's efforts to free him only resulted in the steel teeth grinding into his shattered leg, further tearing flesh and sinew.

Patrick tried to say "bear trap," but couldn't unclench his jaw. He forced out a grunt that sounded like, "Find gun," but Mickey shook his head, brow furrowed with confusion.

A black shape backlit by the blinding afternoon sun appeared behind Mickey. Patrick's warning was drowned out by the howl Callie let out as she reared back and swung. A whump followed her voice and he caught a glimpse of the short-handled military shovel, its sharpened edge embedded in his brother's neck before she wrenched it free and a hot wet spray splashed Patrick's face like a full glass of hot water. Callie grunted once with effort and began to bellow in rage.

In his red blindness, Patrick was sprayed and splattered and doused as the dull metal clanging sounded again and again, growing duller, softer with repetition.



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