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somewhere deep inside the tall man’s trench
coat, he removed a length of chain.
    A woman in the crowd gasped. A lot of people
did. Lena was watching from the front seat. She looked sick.
    Ron dropped the bat. “Look, no harm, no
foul. You guys can just go.”
    “Oh, we can?” Atticai began circling Ron.
The chain hung limply from his long arm. “How very generous of
you.”
    “Please—”
    “If only life could be so simple, Red.”
    “My name is Ron.”
    “Thanks for clearing that up, Red. So, you
met a pretty young girl at a bar, slipped something in her drink
when she wasn’t looking and thought that you and your buddies would
do the unthinkable to her. But, somehow, your plans didn’t quite go
as planned.” Atticai smiled at his little play on words.
    Ron gulped audibly.
    Atticai continued circling Ron. The gaunt
figure, easily a head taller than the cherub-faced Ron, looked at
me and caught my eye. He nodded perceptively, and I understood the
meaning. He was thanking me. Atticai looked back at Ron.
“Unfortunately, for you and your sick plans, you didn’t count on
others helping her. You sick rapist fucks never figure that in...
that some people truly love these girls who you hurt.”
    “Look, man. I’m sorry. I didn’t do anything.
You can even ask her.”
    “I don’t need to ask her. You want to know
why? I can see through you. I can see your heart. I can see your
soul. And you know what? You aren’t a righteous person. So, that is
why I’m going to finish giving you the beating that someone else
started.”
    Ron faded to a whiter shade of paleness that
was so light that his freckles stood out like black polka dots on
his skin. Then again, that could have just been a play on light.
Either way, he started walking backwards—and promptly tripped over
the garden hose. He screamed as if he had been shot, scrambled to
his feet, and made a mad dash toward the front door of the
house.
    Atticai watched him with a bemused
expression on his face, and I thought that was going to be it. Ron
would run to his room, and everyone would disperse, and I would
limp my way home.
    I couldn’t have been more wrong.
    The tall man swirled his long chain like a
lasso and what he did next defied logic and reason. He threw the
chain, which whipped through the air, humming as it went. The chain
wrapped around Ron’s legs perfectly and the burly dope pitched
forward onto the house’s concrete steps. My mouth had barely
dropped open, when this Atticai character somehow, miraculously
appeared on top of Ron.
    Then Atticai opened his mouth, and in the
ambient street and house light, I could see that he had filed down
his teeth. What the hell? A second later, he buried his teeth and
face into Ron’s neck. Ron screamed like a girl. Someone else
screamed, too. Ron kicked once, twice. More people screamed.
    Was I being Punk’d? Was this happening?
    A moment later, Atticai pulled his face
away—a face now covered with blood. Ron laid perfectly still, with
blood pouring down his neck; his blood splashed over the concrete
stairs.
    This was real. The seven-foot tall freak
fucking bit into fat boy’s neck. And in front of a crowd of people.
Unbelievable!
    Atticai casually picked Ron up by his neck,
lifting him entirely off the ground. Ron’s legs dangled like a
five-year-old’s. And with a primeval growl, the tall freak threw
Ron off the stairs and into the bushes nearby.
    And that’s when complete pandemonium broke
out.
     
     
     

Chapter Four
     
     
    Most of the party goers took off running,
but there were some unfortunate bastards who stood their ground
trying to defending their frat house turf.
    Like I said, unfortunate bastards.
    The three guys in trench coats were moving
so fast that they appeared more of a blur than anything else. I was
beginning to wonder if I had been the one who had been slipped a
“roofie.” Anyway, time skipped a bit. One moment, the tall, freaky
guys were here. And the next, they were over