Once Upon a Halloween (22 page)

Authors: Richard Laymon

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BOOK: Once Upon a Halloween

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Royce stopped just beyond the reach of Laura's feel. "Ya busted by bose, ya puckin'..." A distant scream caught his attention. He looked over his shoulder.

Laura, on the ground and lashed to Shannon's back, couldn't see what he was looking at.

His robe was blowing behind him.

The size of him made Laura feel sick and shaky.

Please, God, don't let him...

He turned his face again toward Laura. The blood running from his nostrils gave him a dark mustache and goatee.

"Leave us alone," Laura said. "Please."

He took a step closer and she kicked out at him. Too far away.

"You an' yer puckin' poot," he muttered. Then he pulled out his knife.

"No," Laura said. "Please."

He stepped toward her and she shot her foot out, aiming for his groin.

Flashing moonlight, the blade slit her across the instep.

She jerked her leg back, crying out.

He kicked her other leg aside and dropped to his knees. She felt him between her thighs.

And heard a quiet
pok!

Royce remained kneeling for a moment. Then he toppled forward. She grunted as his thighs forced her legs wide and his torso came down on her pelvis and belly. His head followed, shoving his face between her breasts.

Underneath her, Shannon moaned, squirmed, flexed her buttocks. "What... happened?"

"I don't know," Laura said. "He got hit by something? I think he's out cold."

"Can you... get him off us?"

"I don't..."

Someone ran in from the side, skidded to a halt and looked down at her. A kid with wild, pale hair. He wore bib overalls and held a slingshot in one hand.

"Hi, Laura," he said. "Hi, Shannon."

"Hey," Laura said.

"Who is it?" Shannon asked.

"Dennis the Menace?"

"I'm Bret. Bret Wilson. Remember me?"

"What's going on?"

"I'm here to rescue everyone. I'm supposed to give up, but I'm not gonna."

Suddenly, kids started screaming. Eight, ten of them, boys and girls together, shrieking in terror.

Bret turned his head. "Uh-oh."

"What?"

"Somebody's watching."

"Oh, God."

"It's okay."

"Get outa here, Bret," Shannon warned.

"Don't worry."

"You'd better run," Laura told him.

"I'm fine," he said, reaching behind his back with the slingshot A moment later, his hand came forward empty. He shoved it into a front pocket of his bib overalls and pulled out something that looked like a pistol.

"Shannon?" he said. "What's the combination for your trigger lock?"

"What?"

"I think he's got your gun," Laura said.

"You're kidding!"

"Uh, oh," Bret said. "Here they come."

"Double-oh-seven!" Shannon cried out.

Bret raised the pistol higher, studied it in the moonlight, worked on something with his thumb. "Now what?"

"Twist the thing sideways and pull it apart."

He fiddled with it.

Laura strained her head upward. The top Royce's head blocked most of her view, so she couldn't see who was coming. She could hear them, though. Footfalls, panting sounds.

She looked over at Bret.

Two big shiny chunks of something metallic fell away and he shoved the pistol straight out in front of him.

BLAM!

The pistol spit out fire, leaping in the boy's small hand.

BLAM BLAM!

***

Sword high overhead as if leading a cavalry charge, Hunter raced down the slope, dodging grave stones and trees. On the level ground in the distance, all the robed figures seemed to be watching him.

I must look crazy to them.

Maybe even scary, coming down through the graveyard like the Headless Horseman, sword waving. No horse, though. No clothes or missing head.

Hunter let out a war cry.

A lot of the kids started screaming.

Suddenly, a couple of the robed adults turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

Afraid of me?

Maybe not. Looked like some others were over there, down on the ground.

He heard a quick
BLAM!

One of the running shapes fell. Two more bangs. The other tumbled to the ground.

Somebody
shot
them?

As if the shots were a signal, chaos broke out. Yelling kids started to stand up, struggle with their ropes. Some of them, already loose, sprinted away. None of the guards tried to interfere; they had problems of their own.

Namely me and Wild Bill!

The four remaining robed figures were striding around, looking every which way, shouting, grabbing kids, pointing at Hunter, throwing kids to the ground, pointing toward the scene of the gunfire.

Who the hell turned up with a gun?

He only knew of one firearm; Shannon's pistol that Bret had run off with. But it had a trigger lock.

Did he get it off? How could he? The kid's only
...
what, eight?

***

Hunter had told Mandy to wait, so she was waiting at the top of the hill even though it made her nervous being so close to Eleanor

As Hunter charged down the slope, she glanced over at the woman.

Not dead yet. Moaning and twitching on the fence spikes, intestines slipping around and falling off her sides as if snakes were escaping from her belly.

I did that.

The blast of a gunshot made her flinch. Then came two more

She jerked her head around. She'd missed where the shot came from. By the sounds, however, they must've been fired from somewhere down below.

Are they shooting at Hunter?

If so, they'd missed. He was still racing down the slope, waving his sword overhead like a madman.

"Mandy?"

She whirled around.

Rhonda was down on her knees a few yards away, a woman standing behind her. The woman wore a robe. He bare head gleamed in the moonlight.

She had one hand on Rhonda's shoulder. The other, raised high, held a hatchet.

"Take it easy," the woman said. "Don't try anything or I'll split Rhonda's head open."

"What do you want?" Mandy asked.

The woman smiled and said, "You."

***

"You
got 'em
?" Shannon asked. Mashed beneath Laura and

Royce, she hadn't been able to see anything except grass and a nearby gravestone. But the gunshots were still ringing in her ears.

"Sure," Bret said.

"Any more coming?" Laura asked.

"Not yet."

"Can you get this guy off us?" Shannon asked.

"I guess so."

"No," Laura said. "Just leave him for now. Get us loose first."

What's the matter with her? Shannon wondered. Doesn't she know I'm getting crushed under here? Does she
like
having that creep on top of her?

"Can you untie us?" Laura asked.

"I can do better. This guy's got a knife."

Moments later, Shannon felt the flat of a cool blade slipping between her wrist and Laura's. The boy began to work it back and forth, cutting into the rope.

***

None of the four remaining guards seemed eager to rush toward the place where someone had just gunned down their pals. While two of them tried to round up kids who hadn't gotten away yet, the two others pulled weapons from inside their robes and rushed toward Hunter. The way they were shrouded by shadows, he couldn't see what their weapons were.

But he'd had a pretty good look at the whole group earlier that night when they'd shed their robes and danced in the light of the flare, and he hadn't seen any firearms. Just hatchets, all sorts of knives and a couple of swords.

Bad enough going up against anything like that.

I don't have to do this!

But he wondered if Connie was there among the captives.

Is she watching, amazed by the naked wildman charging to the rescue? She'll go nuts when she finds out it's me.

He wanted to look for her, but couldn't take his eyes off the two robed figures who were now only a few strides away.

One threw a knife at him. It tumbled end over end, blade flashing moonlight.

No time to dodge, so he slashed his sword at it.

Missed.

The knife struck him hard in the chest.

Hilt-first? Glancing down, he expected to see it bounce off and fall. But the handle, a couple of inches below his right nipple, was sticking out straight.

Oh, my God.

He felt the blade deep inside him, hot and stiff.

The man dodged away after throwing the knife, but the other, a woman with flowing blond hair, ran toward him with an upraised hatchet.

He swung his sword.

Her head leaped off her neck and bumped her raised arm, knocking the hatchet aside. An instant later, Hunter collided with her, caught a faceful of blood from her spouting neck stump, and took her over backward.

When he landed on the woman, her chest slammed the knife deeper into him.

Squealing, he tried to roll off her.

Someone helped.

A hand grabbed him roughly by the shoulder and flung him over. He tumbled off the woman. On his back, he saw the man who'd thrown the knife bend over him, grab the knife by its hill and pull it out.

The man put the blade to Hunter's neck.

Oh, no.

Then came a quick hard
BLAM!
and the man's head jerked as if he'd been punched in the face and pieces of his chin flew off and he stumbled sideways and disappeared from Hunter's line of sight.

***

He'd said, "Just a second."

"What?" Laura asked.

Not answering, Bret had left the knife's wide blade sandwiched between their upper arms, leaped up and run.

"Where are you
going? "
Laura had called.

"What's he doing?" Shannon had asked.

"I don't know."

"He shouldn't have
left!
If something happens to him..."

BLAM!

"What's he
doing?"

Laura raised her head, but Royce's head remained in the way.

"I can't see."

Royce raised his head and looked her in the eyes. Then he turned his head, opened his mouth and licked the side of her right breast. Squirming and lifting himself slightly, he licked his way to the top of her breast. His mouth opened wide.

Obviously unaware that Laura's right arm was no longer bound to Shannon's arm.

Fingers searching the grass by her side, she found what she wanted.

Her breast in his mouth, Royce raised his head, sucking and pulling and stretching it.

She clutched the heavy chunk of metal so that its smooth oval side was against her palm, its stubby barrel-like rod jutting outward, and swung it u p hard, slamming it against the side of Royce's head...

His head jumped up. Her breast popped out of his mouth with a wet slurping sound. As he bucked higher, Laura let go of her weapon - half of Shannon's trigger lock. It stayed with Royce, its rod embedded in his temple.

He made it to his knees, then tumbled sideways. His weight came down on Laura's left leg, Shannon's right. They both yelled in pain.

With her right foot, Laura shoved at the body. It wobbled, started to roll.

Then she heard an engine sputter. It died, then caught and roared as someone gunned it.

Then came another gunshot.

"What the hell's going on?" Shannon blurted.

After the shot, the engine quieted to an idle.

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

A girl in a shiny, pale monster suit ran over to Laura and Shannon.

"Betsy?" Laura asked.

"That's me. Bret sent me over." Crouching, she look hold of the knife and started to cut through the ropes that bound Laura's upper left arm to Shannon's right.

"Where's Bret?" Laura asked.

"Over by the van. He has a prisoner of war."

Underneath Laura, Shannon said, "Huh?"

"That's what he called her, a 'prisoner of war.' He has to keep her covered, so he sent me over."

Finished with that rope, she started working on the one around their forearms. "A couple of them almost got away. They had me and some other kids in their van, but then Bret ran up to the door and shot the driver and rescued us all and took his prisoner of war."

"He got 'em
all?"
Shannon asked.

"Oh, he did. If you count the ones that went after you, he shot

four of them."

"Jesus," Shannon muttered, "He's a kid. He shouldn't even know how to
work
a gun like that."

"He says it's easy," Betsy said.

Shannon laughed, shaking Laura.

Soon, the last of the ropes were cut away. After Betsy stood up, Laura gave Royce a hard shove with her foot and he rolled clear.