| Chapter Eight
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| | second life, or could have with the right
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| The Dead Attack FastThe middle aged
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| | enchantments. Thus, I felt the presence
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| drunk asked calmly, “Give me some
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| | of the Manticore, why or how I
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| money,” I was a stranger, walking
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| | don’t know. I have to admit I was
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| along the creek, the bum feeling he could
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| | enchanted with the idea of the magic that
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| persuade me of some loose change, trying
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| | surround this phenomenon, possessive of
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| to anyhow, he also wanted to talk, tell
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| | it almost, and unconsciously had hoped to
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| me what he had seen:“Cat! That
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| | find its secrets, and consciously prayer
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| thing was a cat, in a cat’s body,
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| | to see the Manticore once more.This
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| red; wild eyed, a voice like pipes,
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| | shouldering tribulation put me in a
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| swift”… (He was falling
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| | vulnerable circumstance: if I did see
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| about, perhaps hit by the needle like
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| | her, it means my death, or could; if not,
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| tail of the Manticore, it had leaped on
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| | I’d wish I’d have tried
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| him I figured—like it had leaped on
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| | harder to see her, somewhere along
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| me and my friends in Lima, it had these
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| | life’s line. For sure, the devil
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| long pine like needles on its
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| | himself was on her shoulder, and would
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| tail—poisoned, and it shot out from
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| | show no mercy; but she was only a part of
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| its tail in all directions, paralysing
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| | a trinity of souls, one disconnected from
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| anyone in its way, and here was this bum,
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| | the others. I knew she had heard
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| now spitting out goo from his mouth, like
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| | Enrique’s summons; evil has wings,
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| a horse slobbering over some grass and
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| | and can attack fast, so I’ve
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| substance dripping out along its
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| | learned. She had two faces, one evil,
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| sides—he looked like he was dying,
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| | one beautiful, I had noticed that in the
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| I saw some of the Mantic ore’s
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| | mirror; in a dream, I could even feel
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| needles in him.“Where,” I
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| | that: what face would she put on this
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| asked, “where did you see
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| | evening, if indeed she appeared: so I
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| him?” he was on the ground,
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| | wondered.Evil had revealed itself in this
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| exhibiting much fear, and still spitting
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| | peaceful valley, the very place I called
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| up and out of his mouth that same slime,
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| | my second home. And like lighting
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| that fat and creamy like substance,
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| | striking a tree and it falling on top of
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| perhaps his insides. He kept saying
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| | you, I collapsed flat on my back, the
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| ‘…the cat,’ holding his
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| | ground shook around me, it sounded like
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| head; he started laughing at the whole
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| | an earthquake to my ears: like trumpets,
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| thing, pointed to the hills on the left
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| | I was entombed with a body over me blue
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| side of the creek. I started to hum that
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| | eyes, a deep red body, she had changed,
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| magical chant for some odd reason,
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| | the ill omen had found her feast, me, as
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| knowing the Manticore was about. I left
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| | her three rows of teeth grinded in my
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| him where he lay, and headed further up
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| | face; the man-eater crouched over me to
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| the creek.The night came upon the valley
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| | the point of almost sucking the life out
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| fast, twilight seeped over the hills, an
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| | of me: ugly as a dried up heart, her
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| uncanny feeling come over me, as if the
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| | beauty had transferred to some kind of
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| world of dead souls were upon me, the
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| | evil looking beast, with bat wings
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| resurrected ones from the tombs where the
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| | attached to her.
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| second souls lived, and seemed to have a
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