Murphy rolls to her feet once again, barely feeling the bruises and the ache in her leg. She glares up into the rafters, searching for the skinwalker in the shadows.
"It's playing," she says.
Laughter echoes through the theatre. "Little hammer, I thought you'd run away from me."
It plunges straight down, blasting through the boards of the stage to Murphy's left. She teeters, seizing Gabriel's sleeve to keep from dropping through the hole. There's a breath of silence, and it shoots upward again, sending chunks of wood flying--and seizing Murphy around the waist as it bolts upward again.
"I can smell her on you," it says, its voice carrying the same way its laugh did.
Murphy pushes against the talons crushing her waist, twists uselessly against the grip it has on her arms. She won't scream. Son of a bitch, she is not going to scream.
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Date: 2010-01-14 06:07 am (UTC)"It's playing," she says.
Laughter echoes through the theatre. "Little hammer, I thought you'd run away from me."
It plunges straight down, blasting through the boards of the stage to Murphy's left. She teeters, seizing Gabriel's sleeve to keep from dropping through the hole. There's a breath of silence, and it shoots upward again, sending chunks of wood flying--and seizing Murphy around the waist as it bolts upward again.
"I can smell her on you," it says, its voice carrying the same way its laugh did.
Murphy pushes against the talons crushing her waist, twists uselessly against the grip it has on her arms. She won't scream. Son of a bitch, she is not going to scream.