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at least confuse them enough for me to kill
them.”
    Kirby touched her forehead, feeling a migraine coming on. “Well,
if I can see the eyes of an animal—”
    “I said no. You are not looking a minion in the eye, no frigging
way.” Rane glared at her.
    Fuck this idiot. What right did he have to tell her what to
do? She’d moved away from her overbearing, controlling brothers so she didn’t
have to put up with stuff like this. She’d had enough. Rane might be the best
looking man she’d ever laid eyes on, but he was a controlling arsehole just
like her brothers. She turned to Rane, her fists clenched at her sides.
    “You do not get to tell me what to do. You’ve been glaring
at me all day long and made it perfectly clear to everyone that you do not want
me here. I don’t care if you’re the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, you are a
controlling arsehole. I pity the woman who gets stuck with you.”
    Kirby heard laughter behind her, which turned to covered
coughs as Rane turned and growled at his brothers. “Well, guess what, little red?
That woman is—”
    Faith interrupted them. “Not now, Rane. It’s showtime.”
    Kirby turned from Rane to see they were surrounded. She
screamed, even knowing she shouldn’t as it would draw attention to her. But at
the sight of the minions, she couldn’t help it.
    “Kirby, get it together,” yelled Faith.
    It took her a minute to gather herself. There were screams
everywhere. Faith was right, most people had moved to the big stage, but the
few that were still around were screaming and trying to get away so they wouldn’t
be slaughtered.
    Kirby saw creatures that were a mixture of a small, fat pig,
but gray and black instead of pink, and a bat, but the wings had sharp thorns
all over them. The little creatures also had sharp teeth.
    Faith yelled over to her, “If you can’t control them, then
you’ll have to kill them. The best way is to cut the wings off first and either
chop off their heads or stab their heart, but give it a try to control them
before you attempt the other.”
    Sighing, Kirby looked up, nodded at Faith, then turned to
look at the minions. She stilled though when she saw a demon. Frozen, staring
at the things out of nightmares, Kirby looked at eight huge beasts ranging in
size from ten to sixteen feet. They were built like a tank and were bright red
with black thorns all over their exposed skin. Two large, black horns protruded
from their head. They had wicked, long teeth, and had a tail with an arrow
spike on the end. Some had two arrow spikes on their tail.
    Kirby almost fell over when Faith elbowed her, which helped
her get out of her frozen, terrified stare. “Focus, Kirby. We don’t have time
for you to be scared now. You need to give your powers a try. But whatever
happens, stay away from the demons and don’t look into their eyes. Pull out the
knife I gave you just in case.” Faith pulled out two long knives, almost like
machetes. “Go, Kirby. I need you to guard the backstage door so they don’t get
these kids.” Faith ran to the stage door with her and placed one of the huge
machete knives across the doors, jamming them shut. Faith turned to Kirby. “Get
ready, because here they come.”
    Kirby glanced up to see twelve minions coming at her and
Faith. Looking at as many as she could, she sought their thought pattern and
came up against violence, death, and pain. She strained to push further into
their minds, searching for any commands. Eventually she found the command she
was looking for. They had been ordered to Hurt, kill as many as you can, but
don’t kill this group–just corner them. A picture flashed in her mind of a
group of teenage boys. This command repeated over and over in the minions’ minds.
Focusing as much as possible, Kirby changed the command just as she felt the
minions starting to bite her legs and their wings cutting into her face.
    She could hear Faith yelling, “Now, do it now.”
    Screaming in the minions’