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CHAPTER 27 MATT DIES

“Nooooooooo!”

Matt didn’t even realize that the hideous shriek that roared through the long room came from his own throat.

With an animal grunt, Gabri lunged at Matt, fangs plunging toward Matt’s neck.

Matt wheeled around in terror.

He didn’t have time to think. He didn’t have time to make a plan.

Reflexively, he turned, pulled his arm back, and thrust the oar handle forward toward his attacking foe.

Gabri ran right into it.

With a sickening, wet crack, the oar handle punctured his chest.

Gabri’s eyes bulged, their flame extinguished.

He opened his mouth to cry out, and a gray moth fluttered out.

The moth floated up to the ceiling, then out the open window.

Gabri’s eyes closed. His head tilted back.

And as Matt stared in horror, Gabri’s body collapsed to the floor, folding like an accordion. His eyes stared lifelessly up at Matt, and Gabri’s face began to crumble, the skin drying and peeling, flaking to powder until the entire skull was revealed.

And then the skull too disintegrated. Fell apart and crumbled.

Matt continued to gape in disbelief until Gabri’s dark clothes lay crumpled on the floor, empty except for a low pile of gray ashes. A gust of wind from the window fluttered the ashes, causing most of the pile to scatter.

“Oh!”

Matt finally found his voice.

“April—” he called, turning back to her on the chair.

“April—are you awake? Let’s go! Hurry!”

“Where are you going?” a girl’s voice—not April’s—called.

Matt held up his hands as if to shield himself as Jessica stepped in front of him. Her hair floated over her shoulders. Her face was twisted in anger.

“Jessica—leave us alone!” he screamed in a terror-filled voice he didn’t recognize.

She tossed back her head and laughed, a loud, scornful laugh.

“Jessica—please! Let us go!” Matt cried.

Without replying, she uttered a growl, grabbed Matt’s face tightly with both hands—such cold, cold hands—and buried her fangs in Matt’s throat.

I’m dead, Matt thought, helplessly sinking, feeling the pain of her deadly bite.

I’m dead now.

 

 



Date: 2015-04-20; view: 636


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