he street that morning. The face was held in place on the bankers head by shiny brass clasps that stretched the skin like taffy.
"You are not alone?" said the banker in the middle, the one with the book.
"Who the fuck are you?" asked Spyder.
Lulu stood up and pushed him against the wall. "Shut up, Spyder. " She looked at the bankers. "I wasnt expecting you. Its not time yet. I can still see fine. "
All three men were wearing skin masks. From under the stolen meat, their flesh seemed to give off a cold chemical glow, like fungus on the walls of a cavern. There was nothing at all human about the mens presence, Spyder thought.
"This visit is not for you," said the banker in the middle.
"It is for us," said the one on the left.
"For accounts balance?" said the one on the right.
"I dont owe you nothing. My account is balanced," said Lulu.
"For now," said the banker in the middle, who appeared to be the leader. "Our concern lies with the future?"
"I saw what you did to that guy. Get the fuck out of here!" said Spyder, grabbing one of the chairs and starting at the men.
The banker with the ledger calmly pulled his knife and pointed the blade at Spyder. "This is not for you, young man. Please do not interfere. "
"Look at her. She doesnt have anything left to give you. "
The three pale men nodded and laughed. "She lives and breathes? Yes. There is always something. Her heart?"
Spyder looked at Lulu. "You said they didnt take hearts. "
"We take hearts, when life is not honored or appreciated. But the oblation can not live without one, so we take
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