By Simon Drax
September 1, 2009

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“Fritz,” Mori winced, still groggy, still out of it. “Hold on… Jesus…”

“You—you shouldn’t have taken all of them, Mori!”

Lips trembling and eyes wild, Fritz raised the knife. The blade glowed laser-blue, whining skeeeeeeee like an insect in the summer heat.

Mori woke up, fast.

“Fritz! Jesus! Stop!” And reflexively Mori tried to raise her hands to ward off the hovering blade, but her hands wouldn’t cooperate. Her arms were pinned fast at her sides—shit! She was on her back and totally immobilized, held fast by multiple wrappings of what felt like tape. Probably more of the synthetic crap Fritz had used earlier. The stuff was wound about her in seemingly endless spools, as if the little creep had decided to mummify her. And she was naked! Jesus! The shit stuck to her bare skin like glue! She saw her clothes and boots a few feet away in a heap. Oh, Fritz was dead!

Unfortunately, the “little creep” bending over her looked pretty gone, pretty damn insane, and if that was the type of knife Mori thought it was—an illegal Kirov—it could cut through her flesh like an axe through cobwebs.

Mori lifted her head from the floor and glared at Fritz.

“So what are you going to do, you twisted little perv? Cut me into pieces and feed me to your cats? Let me out of this!”

“Oh, no… no… no…” Fritz whispered. His lips quivered, issued a thin line of drool. The saliva caught the light from the glowing Kirov, glistened like a strand of liquid silk. The blade whined and buzzed. Fritz came closer. Mori grimaced. Christ, his breath was foul.

“All, all those times,” Fritz stammered, “all those days and all those nights and all those thoughts, thoughts, THOUGHTS! I never imagined, you know, never never never imagined that you and I would, you know, get together, really, get together the way the way THE WAY we were supposed to, yeah! But I never freakin’ dreamt you would stab me in the back like THIS, Mori! But you did! You did!”

“Fritz, come on—!”

“Sixteen, SIXTEEN Red Barons! Do you know, DO YOU KNOW what I had riding on those suckers?! It was a BIG SCORE, Mori! What, what, WHAT DID YOU DO? Sell them?! Did you hook up those freaky people I found you with?!”

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