to within
She dropped her hand from the chosen
one's now changed throat and looked into the glass cage. The cobras were loose.
Small quick packets of death hidden in her house. For the
first time, she knew fear. And looked in mind numbing terror
into the piercing blue eyes of the chosen one, who now
resembled her in nearly every detail.
"You want to know where the others
are, don't you?" the chosen one's voice was clear and quiet,
taking her terror for granted. She nodded, unable to lift
her eyes away from this transformation.
I'll show you." the chosen one still
moved like a cobra, moving its unaccustomed arms and legs in
fluid, unhurried gestures that filled the air around
them.
She followed the chosen one as it
pointed out first the shadow of one cobra in the corner of
the kitchen, a cobra backlit on the windowsill above the
couch. She stabbed these with the snake catcher's claws as
they moved along, never waiting to notice that the pierced
bodies vanished like sun dreams. |
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