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.The man got lucky.He looked up and saw the creature as he was regaining his feet, then convulsed in a spastic reaction to the sight of the fanged horror.The reaction threw him a few inches out of the loup-garou's path.He scrambled back, behind the counter and out of my sight.The loup-garou turned to pursue the jailer behind the counter, slowed because it had to shoulder its way between the counter and the wall, making the counter buckle outward into the room.The jailer got to his feet, gun in hand, took a creditable shooting stance, and emptied the pistol's clip into the loup-garou's skull in the space of maybe three seconds, filling the little antechamber with the sound of thunder and drowning out the cries of the prisoners in their cells in the hall beyond.The monster kept coming.The bullets bothered it no more than a fly ramming the forehead of a professional wrestler.It rose up as the guard screamed, "No, no, no, nonononononono!" And then it fell upon him, claws and fangs slashing.The jailer tried to turn, to run where there was no place left to go, and the thing turned its head and sank its jaws into the small of the man's back, releasing a spray of blood.The jailer screamed and grabbed frantically at the console, but the loup-garou shook its head violently from left to right, tore him from the console, and hurled him to the floor behind the counter.I didn't see the guard die.But I saw the way the blood flew up over the hunched, gnarled shoulders of the loup-garou, to decorate the walls and the ceiling.I felt silently grateful when the bent and warping panes of Plexiglas became obscured with scarlet.It was sometime right around then, as paralyzing agony seared through my shoulder and terrified prisoners screamed and cried out to God or Allah to save them that I noticed that a new noise had been added to the din.The guard had tipped off the alarm when he had scrambled at the console, and it was hooting enthusiastically.Cops were going to come running, and one of the first was going to be Murphy.The loup-garou was still savaging the jailer's body, and I hoped for his sake that the man wasn't still alive.My best option would have been to slip into the cell block, close the security door behind me, and hope the creature went out into the building at large.Within the cell block, I would have time to put up a warding barrier, something that would keep the monster from coming through the door or the walls to get at me and the prisoners in there.I could fort up there, wait for morning, and live through the night, almost certainly.It was the smart thing to do.It was the survivable thing to do.Instead, I turned to my staff, at the other side of the little room, and held forth my hand." Vento servitas, " I hissed, forcing out tightly focused will, and a sudden current of air simultaneously threw my staff to me and slammed shut the door to the cells, giving the trapped prisoners what little protection it offered.I caught the staff in my outstretched hand and turned to the barred gate that held me shut in the antechamber with the loup-garou.I thrust my staff in between the bars and leaned against it as though to pry the bars apart.Had it been only wood and muscle involved, I might have snapped the ancient ash.But a wizard's staff is a tool that helps him to apply forces, to manipulate them and maneuver them to his will.So I leaned my will and my concentration on the staff at the same time I did my body, and worked on multiplying the force I was applying to the steel bars." Forzare, " I hissed." Forzare." The metal began to strain and buckle.Behind me, the loup-garou started thrashing around.I heard the shattering of Plexiglas and shot it a look over my shoulder.The scant protection offered by the potion collapsed, colors flooding my vision.The black of its muzzle warmed to a scarlet-smeared wash of dark brown, stained with wet scarlet.Its fangs were ivory and crimson.Its eyes became a brilliant shade of green.It cut through the blending potion with the ferocity of its stare, and focused on me with an intensity that sent every instinct in my body screaming that death was here, that it was about to jump down my throat and rip me inside out." Forzare! " I shouted, shoving against the staff with every ounce of strength I had.The bars bowed out in the middle, parted to an opening perhaps a foot wide and twice as long.The counter exploded outward as the loup-garou came through it, showering me with debris and minor, painful cuts.I dove through the opening, heedless of my shoulder, conscious only of the beast closing in behind me.My body sailed through with more grace than I could have managed under less panicked circumstances, almost as though the rush of air moving before the charging creature had helped lift me through.And then something closed on my left foot, and I simply lost all sensation in it.I fell short, to the floor, bumping my chin hard enough to draw blood from the corner of my tongue.I looked over my shoulder to see the loup-garou with one of my boots held in its jaws, its broad head shoved through the opening in the bars and caught there.It was shaking its body back and forth, but its paws were smeared with scarlet blood, and its feet slipped left and right on the tile floor.Incredible strength or no, it couldn't get the leverage it needed to tear the bars apart like tissues.I heard myself making desperate animal sounds, struggling in a panic, writhing.The alarm was howling all around me now, and I could hear shouts and running footsteps.Dust was falling down around the edges of the bars, and I could see that the loup-garou was slowly tearing them from their mountings in the floor and ceiling, despite its bad footing [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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