Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
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Down another dark hall, left, and right into a Pire with an aluminum baseball bat.<br />
"I’m the One!" I intoned. "Bow before the Mark of Balls!"<br />
He didn’t bow. He swung the bat. I tried to duck behind Mayberry, but at the same time he<br />
tried to duck behind me, and when our heads hit they actually did make a coconut sound.<br />
The bat buried itself in the drywall, and while the Pire tugged at it, Andrew and I crawled<br />
around him and bumped into a door I hadn’t seen before. I reached for it, turned the knob,<br />
pushed it open, and then Andrew screamed in a most feminine way and pushed me forward.<br />
We fell.<br />
It’s disconcerting falling into darkness, and all I had time to do was let out a small yelp and<br />
clench my bladder closed before we hit the first stair. After taking three steps to the chin, instinct<br />
took over and I reached out for a soft pillow to hug to my chest and break my fall. It worked, and<br />
landing was a relatively painless process.<br />
The pillow wasn’t amused.<br />
"I think you broke some ribs," he moaned.<br />
I checked. "Nope. I’m fine."<br />
I climbed off Andrew and squinted at the darkness around me. It smelled like a root cellar,<br />
earthy and moldy, with and underlying hint of something.<br />
"Now this," my airbag said, "this is a pit."<br />
"Nice observation, bright boy. Now see if you can find a door to the outside."<br />
"Andrew?"<br />
The voice came from the darkness, somewhere ahead of us. A creepy, crackly, moany kind<br />
of voice.<br />
"Andrew who?" I said.<br />
"Andrew Mayhem," it moaned back.<br />
I turned to Andrew. “Know anyone named Mayhem?”<br />
"You’re a waste of carbon," Mayhem said. Then to the voice, "Horace? Horace Folterkeller?<br />
Is that you?"<br />
"It’s me, Andrew!"<br />
"Horace is my neighbor up the street," Andrew said to me.<br />
"Whoop-de-freakin'-doo," I answered.<br />
"I thought you left your wife," he said to Horace.<br />
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