Page 53 of Touch Her and Die
I paused as I got to the back.
“Fuck. I can’t kill someone dressed like a marshmallow. Tell you what.”
She was cowering behind a pew, no one near her.
“No bridesmaids?”
The girl stuttered but finally spoke.
“This wasn’t exactly my dream wedding, you, you bitch.”
I smiled and crouched down to her level.
“I might be a bitch, but at least I don’t pilfer someone else’s fiancé. I mean, technically he asked me after you, but I think that was a little not his choice. The whole him being engaged to you thing, I mean.”
She winced as a gun went off somewhere in the church and I looked over my shoulder in time to see a guy drop and Parks glare at him.
“Anyway. Doesn’t matter. I’ll do something no one ever did for me. I’ll erase your family and you can go and live your life. You have money, lots of it from the looks of that horrible thing. How many geese died for it? Who cares. Go take over Daddy’s company and live a happy life.”
She still stayed close to the ground.
“Not one for words? Well, wait until I kill the rest of them, then go live a happy life. From one girl to the next. It sucks to have your choices taken from you or made for you. You can take my offer or?”
I twirled the axe against the floor as its top ground into the wood floor. She just nodded.
“Great.”
I stood up and looked around. Not many were standing. I saw Emilee swing an axe.
“Oh, gosh. So sorry. Here let me try again.”
I almost laughed at the guy she was trying to kill. Maybe she’d been going for decapitation? Instead, she sort of split his head.
“Emilee, pretty sure he—”
I didn’t have to finish as she swung again and this time it was clear whatever the body was doing was due to the death twitches. Ah, the good old nervous system.
Gertie came up alongside of me and started to peck out someone’s eyeball.
“Good girl. Guess it looks like—” My last word was garbled as someone grabbed me around the neck.
“Parks, you’ve given me no other choice.”
The guy was pulling me as he walked towards our original entrance at the one side door. No one was still banging to get out anymore. In fact, the church was nearly silent. Ah, the peace of death.
The mystery guy continued to talk.
“You let me go and I’ll let you live boy. But this bitch?”
My throat burned at the pressure, but it was fine. I was fine. I took comfort in the way Parks’ face turned a lovely shade of scarlet.
“Uncle, how about you let her go and I let you live? For now.”
There was no laughter. No banter. No threats really. Just me being pulled along until the pressure released a bit.
“Nice try, Parks, but we both know you won’t kill me.”
Something blunt came down on my head and I wobbled for a moment but knew the fact was Parks’ uncle had gotten away through the only hole in this plan.
