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world will swim in blackness.”
    The voices of the demons continued as they whispered and sung their mocking comments through the door, some reaching fingers and claws into the space beneath it.
    Chris backed away from the bed, the comforter white with a black spade pattern. Spade stayed at his spot, stared at the door as his head shook slowly. He whimpered, buried his face into the bed.
    “Hey, man,” Chris said, grabbing Spade by the shoulder.
    Spade jumped, screamed, turned to face Chris with wide eyes and fistfuls of blanket. “Don’t fuckin’ sneak up on me… shit. ”
    “I’m…I’m the only other motherfucker in the room! Why are these fucking satanic…demon…things after you? What did you do, man?” Chris looked around the room and didn’t see a way out: not even a window. The door slammed against the frame, over and over, the scraping of talons and nails and fangs sending tremors across his flesh. Fresh blood continued to leak from his palms and into the bandages.
    Spade collapsed to the floor. “I fucked up. I fucked up bad.”
    “You think so?”
    “I didn’t know that nigga was…I mean, how the fuck was I s’posed to know he was some kind of…”
    “Well that just fucking explains everything!”
    “Fuck you, man. You don’t know shit. You don’t know what it’s like in the game. Gotta keep an image, can’t let nobody fuck with you. Niggas was tellin’ me about a dude slangin’ in my territory, I had to check his ass.”
    “A dude? You’re real hard, huh?”
    Spade sat with his knees up, elbows resting on them. He glared up at Chris, pointed the pistol at him. “I’m havin’ a real bad night, dawg. Real bad. Watch your fuckin’ mouth, aight?”
    Chris put his bleeding hands up. “Come on, you think my night’s any better? We need to work together here.” He frowned, nodded toward Spade. “How’s your shoulder?”
    Spade seemed to have forgotten about his wound during their hurry to block the door. “You know what? It’s numb. Can’t feel shit.” He patted the black and red stain on his shoulder, snickered nervously.
    Chris didn’t think that was necessarily a good thing, especially since they didn’t know what that black shit was that leaked into it, but he just smiled and nodded.
    “Anyway, this nigga Red. Word on the street was he had a new drug, somethin’ ain’t nobody ever seen before. Better than ecstasy, better than heroin. Say you see God when you take the shit. So…I wanted it. Tired of slangin’ weed, was ready to step my game up.”
    “A new drug? So what…you robbed him?”
    “That’s the game, man! If he woulda stayed off my block, wouldn’t have been no shit. But he…aw shit, man. I was just gonna scare him. Just…aim the gun, say some tough shit, he gives me his stash, runs off, that’s it. I’ve done it a million fucking times before! ”
    “You…you killed him?”
    “Not me. It was George. That nigga was always crazy. Got into that white girl, got his head all fucked up.”
    “Which white girl?”
    “No not…the shit ain’t important. George got hot, shot that nigga, scooped up the stash, and we broke out. Red…that motherfucker had a smile the whole time, like…I don’t know, shit creeped me out. I won’t ever forget-”
    Something slammed against the door hard, splintered the wood. Spade screamed, jumped to his feet, ran and stumbled toward Chris. A purple bit of intestine forced its way through the crack, molested and patted the door like an elephant’s truck searching for a peanut.
    “Aw fuck, what now?” Chris said.
    “Come on…we can get out through the window.” Spade ran across the room, pulled a framed, oversized Ace of Spades from the wall. A window revealed the moonlit night. “Oh, shit. Hold up real quick.” He ran back across the room and into a closet, walked back out of it with a black duffel bag.
    Chris slapped himself on the forehead. “You mean to tell me…you’re telling me you had a fucking window