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"And youre stoned, too. Listen, its not safe for you. If this curse or spell or whatever made people think Im a killer, it means sooner or later, some of thats going to land on you. If they cant get to me, youre next on the menu. "
"No! Dont listen to him, Lulu. Hes sick. Hes a murderer!"
"Im so sorry, Rubi. I like you. I really do. " Spyder held the bartender down and punched her as hard as he could across the jaw. Rubi was unconscious immediately.
"Rubi? Oh shit, Spyder. "
"Lulu, dont fade on me now. We have to get you out of here. " He held up the dirty syringe. "If these deluded assholes dont kill you, youre going to do it yourself. "
He pulled her from the sofa and walked Lulu to the bedroom closet. "Get dressed," he told her and grabbed the small leather backpack that Rubi always carried. Spyder dumped the contents on the bed and pulled shirts, underwear and socks from Lulus dresser, shoving them in the pack until it was full.
When he was done, Lulu was sitting quietly, dressed in a scuffed pair of Doc Martens, black jeans with ripped knees and a pink Hello Kitty T-shirt. Spyder put Lulus favorite 50s gas station attendant jacket on her and led her to back to the living room. Rubi hadnt moved. Spyder knelt and listened to make sure she was breathing all right. She was. He got some ice from the freezer, wrapped it in a washcloth and laid it on Rubis jaw. He dialed 911. When the operator came on, Spyder said, "Theres been an accident. A womans hurt," and gave the address.
"Bye Rubi," said Lulu as Spyder led her out of the building. "Hold on to me," he told her as they got on the bike. Lulu wrapper her arms around his wais
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