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32 behind. Her screams fill the world, fill the park, and, from somewhere, I hear sirens. I curse as she cuts around a tree, and I try to slow and cut her off, so close, an arm’s length, but she is gone again, her rapid gait out-pacing me. I am the Butcher. As she turns, an idea strikes me then, and I pull back my arm, and throw my hammer as hard as I can. It hits her in the back, left of the shoulder, and she goes down. Triumph soars, and I run to her, just she peels herself off the ground. With a knee to her side, she goes down, her breath stolen from her, and I have her pined. She is struggling, and I allow her to roll over, and I catch the bare fear in her eyes, I can smell it, and I have my hands on her throat, squeezing, crushing, clutching. I look at her face, red, her eyes bulging, thin lips pursing, gagging as I crush her windpipe. I am the Butcher. This isn’t how I work, this isn’t what I do, but it will have to suffice. <strong>The</strong> sirens are nearing now; I can hear them, messengers of my demise. I squeeze harder, the pain in my forearms and shoulders erupting, on fire as I press her down into the dirt, grinding her hair into the gravel. She lifts her hand up, fluttering, weakly, like a bird, how quaint, how pathetic, how- My world is pain. I fall backward, clutching at my eye, clutching as blood rolls. I can still feel her nail, though it was in my socket for only a second, it was a second of eternal pain. I hear her moving, gasping. Getting away. I reach out blindly, reaching, clawing, the hammer nearby, I know it. Nothing but grass and dirt greets me, and, through my good eye, I see
her stand, tall now, so very tall. I try to get up, rage building now. I AM THE BUTCHER. She will pay, like so many have before, pay with her life, pay with her blood, and pay with- Deep dark. I am drifting now, and from the depths, I feel the throbbing of my empty eye socket. On the top of my head, I feel the hole in the skull. <strong>The</strong> pain is dull, so very dull, and as I drift, I imagine the hammer, in her hand, bringing it down on my head, and then- My eyes open, and, through tears and blood, I watch as the woman brings the hammer down into my face. 33
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Page 17 and 18: 15 Blood Brothers Jessica Curtis Be
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Page 31 and 32: 29 I Am The Butcher Logan Noble By
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Something nagged at her, a gnawing
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85 Deidre said, slipping the conten
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89 Terms of Service David E. Cowen
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numerous anthologies and periodical
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