1-4:Cake and Eat It…
Posted: January 6th, 2005 | Author: Lisa Sinclair | Filed under: Cake and Eat it, Colonel Panix, Daisy, Elvis, Miss Rook | Tags: cakes, graffiti, guns, obligation | No Comments »Daisy quivered and gagged slightly as she felt the substance work its way through her blood-stream. Her vision went fuzzy and when she turned to express her dissatisfaction she realised that Caroline had disappeared.
That was strange.
Daisy turned to face the angry fat man while shaking her head in an effort to clear it.
Whatever had been in the needle was concentrating itself in her eyeballs. She tried to make the ground stop twisting and looked up into the eyes of a giant spider which was ranting at her about her parentage and where she could shove various forms of plant life. It wriggled free of the ropes which had, until that moment, restricted the movement of its rear limbs.
‘That’s odd,’ she said with a frown.
Her brain registered what her eyes had told her.
Daisy screamed bloody murder, retreated backwards and started blasting indiscriminately. She tripped and fell over onto her backside.
The spider advanced.
Daisy screamed some more and tried to move backwards on legs and hands. The gun, still held in her hand, tapped on the bitumen roof as she retreated.
‘Just shoot him,’ yelled Caroline.
‘I can’t! There’s a bloody spider in the way,’ screamed Daisy, turning to where Caroline’s voice had come from.
Another spider stood there. It slapped its forehead with one leg and shook its head. All eight eyes rolled upwards in frustration.
‘Oh, for crying-out-loud,’ it said with Caroline’s voice.
Daisy screamed again, closed her eyes and blasted in that direction too.
Then, with panic and adrenaline reaching a crescendo, she leapt to her feet and ran like hell.
Gunfire erupted around her, bullets hitting the roof as she battered across it, with arms flailing and with all the poise and elegance of a three-year-old on roller-skates.
Through the terror, one small part of her brain tried to get the rest of her to stop screaming and shut the hell up so it could think, but she ran out of breath before it got the attention it required.
Then she ran out of roof.
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