The Darkness Before The Dawn (© Biswapriya Purkayastha)
Page 3 "Who did this to you? You must be badly hurt." She was sitting up now with her back to the wall, sheltering
behind her denimed legs, her arms still around her midriff, holding it
protectively closed. "Not your problem," she said. "Go away, before they do you
too. Unless you’re one of them, of course." He had a flash of intuition. "You aren’t from hereabouts,
are you? You’re from one of the other gangs, and you’re in the wrong part of
town. Isn’t that so?" She hissed at him, lips drawn back from her teeth. "My
business, not yours. Go!" "OK," he said, "I’m going." He felt betrayed and unhappy,
and yet there was no point staying if she didn’t want him. He began to rise. The blow was so hard and unexpected that it sent him
sprawling, a white-hot shaft of pain lancing up his back. He twisted
desperately, reaching for the knife, just as another kick slashed past his face
so close that he almost felt the touch of the boot. Rolling into the corner
between wall and ground, he scrabbled for the knife but couldn’t find it; his
fingers only found the shattered remains of his cell-phone, its shattered
plastic case cutting his fingers. Crouching defensively, he looked up. There were at least three of them, in the standard gang
uniform of jackets and cargo pants. How could he have missed hearing them
coming? Because he was too busy ogling the girl’s bare nipple, that’s how. One
was already reaching for her, laughing. "There you are, you little bitch," he
said, his voice thick and slurred. "We almost lost you." "Got your boyfriend here, have we?" One of the others drew
back his foot for another kick. "Let’s put away the little piece of shit, then
we can start on her." The Boy had been in danger before, but it all seemed nothing
compared to what he faced now. He managed to avoid one more kick, throwing
himself to one side, but the pain in his tailbone from the first kick was so
severe that he cried out in spite of himself. And then the two of them were
standing over him, their feet driving forward and backwards, kicking and
stamping. In a little while he could not feel the pain any longer. But he could still hear them laughing.
The
two gang members were not yet full bloods, meaning that they hadn’t yet killed
anyone. They were also young and eager, and they hadn’t had their turn with the
girl before she’d jumped out of the SUV and escaped. They were more interested
in rectifying that error than they were to finish kicking the cowering figure
to death, and they lost interest quickly when their quarry stopped all attempts
to resist and just took their kicks to his head and face. "Hold on," one of them called to the third one, the only
full blood among them, who had the girl by the hair and was pulling her up. "We
want our turn with her." "Yeah," his friend agreed. "You’ve had your turn. The bitch
belongs to us now." "You..." The blood glared up at them, and then suddenly
dropped the girl and began to back away. "No," he said. "What?" The other two turned. The Thing hunkered before them, low to the ground, a low
rumbling coming from its throat. Amber eyes glowed dully in the darkness, and a
wrinkled muzzle drew back from gigantic teeth. Its shoulders bulked behind the
narrow head, tattered shreds of clothing still flapping from the bristling fur. "Hey," the one who had landed the first kick said. He got no
further. The Thing sprang.
The
Boy shook his head, trying to recover his faculties. He knew he had Changed for
a while, completely inadvertently and with no memory of what had happened. He was naked, aching all over, and crouched in the dark
space between the walls. The smell of blood and faeces was overpowering. He
stood slowly, looking around. He could sense death all around him, death that
he had inflicted, he was sure. He heard a tiny sound, and whirled. The girl was still
there, her hand stuffed into her mouth, her eyes huge and terrified. [ Continue to page 4 ] |