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Show Acting Alone Page 371 of the wound, which, after a pause, began to jet black liquid out into the darkness. "There," said Sam, quietly. Sam's spleenstiches had completely burst in the swing. Wet black and yellowish things seemed to spill down out of his ribcage, into Spikey's open mouth and eyes and nose. Then came a roar so loud that it loosened and dissolved the bloodcapsules around Sam's snapped incisors. The roof of the tunnel began to vibrate; but it didn't collapse. It flew away. A vacuum began to suck out and up into a huge yellow sky. Sam felt his body begin to relinquish its grasp upon whatever portion of itself it had managed to retain to this date. So he hugged his torso shut with one arm, grabbed his little Jewboy-buddy-from- wayback under the other arm, and flew as best he could from the terror and the suck. They were immediately flung down into a shallow pit at the base of an uprooted support timber. They landed in each other's muddy arms. "God damn, Edwine," Axelrad screamed, or murmured - it was hard to tell which. He breathed up into Sam's face and tried to cling to Sam's shirt to keep from being sucked away. "God damn, Edwine. Who was he?" Axelrad started to moan. His heavily-lidded eyes rolled back up into his skull and he wet his pants. Sam kicked him away. Axelrad smashed against the far wall of the pit and started to cry as his little body, un-anchored, began to rise up from the pit. Sam curtly summoned the boy back. They touched each other to see if they were okay. Sam looked down on him through the dim green gloom. A |
