Poppy Z. Brite - 1992 - Lost Souls
“Brite - 1992 - Lost Souls Chapter 20 The black van cruised Missing Mile for an hour. The town was so small that they passed the same places four or five times. Nothing sat with his face pressed to the window. Zillah lay on the mattress for a while, still dazed from the blows he had taken.
Nothing thought guiltily of how he had hurled himself across the room and thrown Zillah against the wall, how it must have hurt. He hadn’t even thought about doing it; he had just seen the bat in Zillah’s hands, about to come down on Ghost’s skull, and he had known that Ghost’s death would be lodged in his heart forever if he didn’t do something fast.
Now maybe Zillah would abandon him on the highway Somewhere, or maybe all three of them would kill him, their teeth and tongues burrowing into the soft parts of his body as he had done to Laine. Nothing found that he didn’t much care. He had fucked up. He had tried to have everything he wanted, all at once, and now i...t was all swirling down the drain.MoreLess
Nothing thought guiltily of how he had hurled himself across the room and thrown Zillah against the wall, how it must have hurt. He hadn’t even thought about doing it; he had just seen the bat in Zillah’s hands, about to come down on Ghost’s skull, and he had known that Ghost’s death would be lodged in his heart forever if he didn’t do something fast.
Now maybe Zillah would abandon him on the highway Somewhere, or maybe all three of them would kill him, their teeth and tongues burrowing into the soft parts of his body as he had done to Laine. Nothing found that he didn’t much care. He had fucked up. He had tried to have everything he wanted, all at once, and now i...t was all swirling down the drain.MoreLess
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