nd I knew who did it and I wasnt above shit. I made a choice. Art or crime. I chose art. "
"You made the pussy choice. "
" Its my life, and youre just the ghost of something I dont want to be, I dont even want to know about. "
"Hey, remember this?" Young Spyder pulled a punch knife behind his back.
"Im you. You cant hurt me. "
"I saw that Star Trek, too. But its not how things work here. That bloody hand hurt?" His youthful reflexes were still streetfight quick. He slashed Spyders already bloody fist.
"Fuck!" Spyder yelled, grabbing his cut hand.
Spyder went down on one knee. Hed liked kicking people in the head in his youth. When his younger self approached, Spyder doubled over as if in pain, reached into his own waist band and slashed the kids right knee with Apollyons knife. Young Spyder went down hard, clutching his leg.
"Fuck you, fucker! Youre gonna die, you sell-out motherfucker. When the Clerks gut that dyke cunt and your girlfriend, Im gonna hold you down and make you watch!"
Spyder felt a overpowering desire to run away. Seeing his young reckless self lying bloody on the ground and cursing him, another powerful desire took over, however. Spyder kicked the kid in the temple. Then in the ribs. Then the groin. Then he just kicked to feel the thrill of his boot making contact with a body. When he stopped, the boy wasnt moving. Spyder wrapped the silk scarf tighter around his wounded hand and ran into the side streets of Berenice, hoping he could find his way back to the rendezvous point. He didnt want to get lost and have to trade away another pair of good boots.
Thirty Five
Unstrung
Страницы: << < 155 | 156 | 157 | 158 | 159 > >>