Live and Let Drood

getting really tired of being shot at. I wanted to make a point.
    And then, of course, inevitably, the remaining hedge creatures all came to life and closed in on me. I’d been expecting it all along, but it was still an eerie and disturbing spectacle as the heavy green sculptures ripped their rooted feet out of the ground and turned their blind green heads to look at me. The T . rex ’s massive jaws opened wide in a silent roar of rage.
    “I knew it!” I called across to Molly. “Never trust hedge sculptures!”
    “Ugly bloody things, anyway,” said Molly.
    She said a Word and snapped her fingers, and just like that, all the moving hedge creatures burst into flames. Fires roared up from inside their green bodies, consuming them in moments. They lurched this way and that, sweeping their burning heads back and forth as though they could leave the flames behind. They banged into each other and fought briefly before finally collapsing to burn listlessly in awkward poses. Molly and I had to keep moving, darting this way and that to stay out of their way, but none of them got anywhere near us. We laughed breathlessly as we dodged the burning shapes. And soon enough they were all down and lying still, little bursts of flames still jerking through them, sending sweet-smelling smoke up into the early-evening sky. Molly and I stood together, looking happily around us. The whole grounds had become one big battlefield, with fires and craters and dead and broken bodies to every side.
    “Wherever we go,” I said, “we make an impression.”
    “They started it,” said Molly.
    The sniper hidden in the row of trees at the other end of the grounds chose that moment to open fire on Molly. And, amazingly, the bullet punched right through all her protective fields, one by one. I didn’t even realise what was happening at first. I heard the gunshot, ofcourse, but by then the bullet had already reached Molly and been stopped by her automatic protective shield. The bullet was held there in midair for a moment, and then it forced its way through the shield, only to be stopped by the next. Long ago Molly had preprogrammed her defences, a series of varying shields just waiting to be activated. But even so, it was a shock to see a bullet smash through one shield after another, hanging on the air before her face, inching inexorably towards her left eye. The last screen finally stopped it, just short of her eye, and the bullet hung there, snarling and biting at the invisible shield like a living thing, and then Molly’s left hand came up and snatched the bullet out of midair. She held the bullet in her closed fist, glowering as it forced her hand back and forth, still fighting to break free.
    “It’s a biting bullet,” she said. “Made from the bone of an uncaught murderer, created to chew through anything that stands between it and its target.”
    The ugly thing buzzed and growled inside her hand, shaking her hand viciously through sheer brute force. I saw Molly wince as it tried to eat its way through her hand. I started forward, ready to take and hold it in my golden gauntlet, but Molly stopped me with a look. She closed her other hand around her fist, concentrated, and then clamped down hard. There was the sound of bone cracking and breaking, and the bullet fell silent. She opened her hand, and tiny fragments of bone fell out.
    “Nasty thing,” said Molly. “Now, where is that sniper? And why hasn’t he opened fire again?”
    “I think he’s been watching to see what would happen,” I said. “And if he’s got any sense, he’s currently sprinting for the nearest horizon.”
    “It came from that row of trees,” said Molly. “And he’s still there. The idiot.”
    She strode determinedly towards the trees. I yelled after her, but I knew I was wasting my breath. The sniper fired again, but this time Molly was ready for him. She gestured dismissively, and the biting bullet exploded in midair, less than halfway towards her. Through my face mask I focused on the sniper, and saw him take a third bullet from aheavily reinforced box and fit it carefully into his rifle. He didn’t look pressed or hurried, just very professional. He fired again, but this time the bullet had barely left the barrel before it exploded.
    Molly crossed the remaining ground at speed and hurled herself on the sniper while he was still trying to load another bullet. He tried to bring the rifle to bear as she loomed over him, but she just grabbed