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anything
else he can hide behind as he stalks his prey. He keeps a distance of about forty
yards away until he locates a good spot on the other side of the street. His
small agile frame moves stealthily across the street and behind a wrecked taxi.
He closed the gap considerably in doing so, they are
now less than half the distance as before. Wasting no time he unslings his
crossbow from his shoulder and takes aim.
    At
that very moment something on the ground catches the bull’s eye, something
shiny. He bends down to pick it up. A silver dollar. What are the chances of that? When he raises back up he
sees an arrow sticking through the dreadlock’s in the back of Chaos’s head. The
black man’s knees buckle and he falls to the ground.
    Damn.
He missed the bull. Mongoose hurries to reload. It takes only a couple of seconds, he’s had lots of practice. The bull yells out as
Mongoose takes aim. The other three turn to see what is going on. Each notices
their friend on the ground with an arrow poking out of his head like a
comedian’s head-dress. Confusion soon turns into rage. The short pudgy one snatches out a pair of knives from his belt, the woman
retrieves her own knife, and baldy takes out of the shopping cart a thick stick skele with long nails at its end. The bull whips
around just as Mongoose pulls the trigger and the arrow sinks in beneath his
right collarbone. The bull yells up into the sky, grabbing at the arrow. The
other two spot Mongoose hunkered behind the taxi and run after him. The short
pudgy one stops to help the bull with the arrow.
    Mongoose
doesn’t panic, he reloads his crossbow once more and just as baldy jumps into
the air, rearing back his porcupine stick and yelling out like a mad man,
Mongoose aims and pulls the trigger. The arrow enters through one of baldy’s eyeballs and stops short of exiting the back of his head, he hits the ground like a sack of lead.
    The
woman isn’t fazed, she charges ahead, wielding her knife. Mongoose has no time
to reload, he drops the crossbow and grabs his short
ax and lead pipe. He swings the pipe but the woman is out of her mind, she
doesn’t even flinch but keeps after him. He waits until she takes a stab at him
and when she does he dodges it easily enough, leaving her whole arm extended
and exposed. He lifts the ax and brings it down fast and hard, severing her
hand and leaving it to dangle from a piece of skin at the wrist. Her mouth
opens wide in a wild banshee cry, a snaggled grill if
he’s ever seen one, and then he silences her. Mongoose puts his foot on the
fallen woman’s face and yanks the ax out of her head.
    Short
Pudgy frees the arrow from the bull’s chest and now both come after Mongoose.
    “You’re gonna pay dearly for this, boy,” Short Pudgy growls.
    “I’m gonna bash your head in and then I’m gonna sodomize your dead body,” says the bull.
    “No thanks, ” says Mongoose, “I’m not into the whole S and
M thing. But you two can go right ahead and enjoy yourselves.”
    Mongoose
gives way to chase and the two pursue him. He doesn’t go far, maybe a hundred
feet down the street, across it, and back again. He knows they’re not as fast
as he is so he will play with them. They holler and cuss him as he taunts them.
The two finally separate to opposite sides of the street to try to box him in.
Mongoose plays into it and once he is between the two they close in. He allows
them to get within twenty feet of him and then he jets to the side and shoots
behind a car. Both run over and Mongoose jumps onto the car’s roof. The bull
and Short Pudgy step around opposite sides of the car, watching the boy’s every
move. Mongoose deliberately keeps closer to Short Pudgy’s side, and simultaneously
both lunge forward.  Mongoose jumps high, flipping backwards off the car.
Short Pudgy swings his arms around to cut him off at the legs but misses by a
nanosecond. At that same moment the bull swings his club, extending the full
length of his arm