Time by Robert J Crane

Author:Robert J Crane
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Fantasy, Contemporary, General, Urban, Fiction
ISBN: 9781986338240
Publisher: Ostiagard Press
Published: 2018-03-13T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

“No,” I moaned, trying to get to my feet. I was bleeding, sick to my stomach, the trauma of what my body had just been through coming out in the physical reactions of shock. I was blinking, hyper-fast, trying to stimulate my body back into motion when it didn’t want to do anything but lie down and die right there … or at least try to be still and heal so I wouldn’t die.

I pulled a long shard of bloody glass out of my shoulder and hurled it at Prettyboy’s fading back. It shattered across his left shoulder like one of those beer bottles that you see in the movies, smashing to tiny pieces. I had enough strength to do that, even wounded and weak, and Prettyboy turned around to look at me as I pushed to my knees.

“Don’t … even … think about walking away from … me …” I said, barely able to remain upright even on my knees. I pulled another shard out of my left trapezius, this one larger than my hand, and beckoned to him with the bloody glass. “Come on, asswipe. You wanna die? I’m working up to granting your fondest wish.”

His lips split into a feral smile, and he looked at me just a second longer than he really should have. Harry blindsided him with a chunk of concrete, and while it shattered over his head into dust, it also staggered him for a second, letting Harry slip past and give him a forceful shove that launched him back, head over heels.

Harry slipped in between us, interposing his own body between Prettyboy and myself. I tried to get to my feet and failed, but Harry motioned to me with a hand behind his back, urging me to stay down. “Hey,” he said, and added some unintelligible Japanese that felt like it held the aura of an insult, “… your fly is down.”

Prettyboy stared at him for just a second, and then bent over to look at the front of his pants. I couldn’t believe he’d fallen for that, but then, Harry did presumably know before he tried it that it’d work. Or maybe not, since he couldn’t read his own future.

It didn’t last long. A second later, Prettyboy was looking up again, a tired smile draped across his lips. “You think this will stop me?” He threw his head back and gave the appearance of a deep laugh. “This will not make quit my pursuit of—”

Squealing tires heralded the arrival of something else, and a small Japanese car slammed into Prettyboy, destroying the front end but also launching him into the air. It arrested its own momentum in a heartbeat, bouncing off him and going back about ten feet, coming to rest just outside the shop door as Prettyboy was ejected from my field of view with all the violence of a football being punted.

“Come on,” Harry said, grabbing me by the elbow. “We don’t have much time.”

“Wha …?” I managed to get out before he jerked me along, practically carrying me out of the wreckage.

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