Page 52 of Touch Her and Die
“Oh good. Now it’s a party. Are you going to shoot me?”
I lifted the axe and let it rest against my shoulder.
“Parks is mine, so I guess this is appropriate to say right now. You can all have him over my dead body. Shall we?”
Someonegrabbed my arm almost painfully hard. I was just about to swing when his familiar scent hit me through the scents of the discharged gun and fresh blood. Too many people still seemed rather stunned, but the soundtrack was littered with a few screams and moans. Some banging on the doors to get out.
“I had it figured out, Halle. Why are you here? You were safe.”
The sound of bodies shifting caught my attention, but I reached for Parks’ lips and put my finger over them.
“Sweetie? Let me just take care of things, alright? You go sit down and watch me work,” I said.
He didn’t seem to listen, but then again, it was Parks. I wouldn’t either. I still took a few steps and smiled at the gunned man.
“Alright. We can do this the hard way or the easy way. The easy way? Give me back my fiancé.”
Parks’ fingers dug in as if he’d just flinched.
“Fiancé?” he whispered into my ear.
I sighed.
“I can’t seem to live without you, so I might as well own you. So yeah. Fiancé. Besides, do you have any idea how hard it is to get into a hospital if you aren’t married to the person?”
He pulled me towards him, but I was focused on the gun-toting canoe of douche.
“Why are we in the ICU and, wait? Are you accepting my proposal?”
Two seconds to look at Parks, that’s all I needed to backup all of my crazy, new emotionally driven decisions. The gun guy didn’t seem to be ready to spill my blood yet, but if he did? I could kill him.
“Yeah. I’m accepting. But if you give me the ring you gave her? Well, you’ll be in the ICU, and I won’t fucking visit, I’ll just pull the plug. Are we clear?”
He didn’t laugh. He barely blinked.
“For fuck sakes Parks. Grab a knife. Oh and, all these guys? Bad right?” I asked when he was far too silent.
He finally blinked at the last question and nodded.
“Yeah. I’d guess the third and fourth rows might all be low hanging fruit. Go for the front,” he finally said.
I smirked and looked at the pew in front of me.
“Well,” I said and raised my axe. “Forgive me father, for I have sinned.”
And I swung at the guy with the gun. He was an easy target, uncle to said bimbo based on the Google search. Yes, he was easy to start with.
“All so bad until it’s your turn to pull the trigger? Tragic. Who’s next?”
A gun shot rang out, and I moved instinctually as a second shot echoed around the stone interior of the church.
I shifted, but this time I was slower and felt the pressure of the bullet hit my arm.
“Well, there goes this outfit,” and without waiting to see what had really happened, I just started to swing at everyone who got in my way.
One, two, three. I stopped counting. Some tried to lash out, but when you had several feet of axe handle to pad you, the only thing getting through to me was a gun and lucky for me? Parks seemed to have that covered too.
“Here a cluck, cluck. There a cluck, cluck. Everywhere a giant fuck, fuck,” and I swung again and again. “Old Mc Donald had a giant pile of scum. E-I-E-I-O.” And down went two more.
