The Book of Death (Bourbon Kid 4)

of the Undead suddenly spun around. There was no time for
Sanchez to pull out of the attack and neither was there time for Gaius to duck
out of the way. The book crashed down, right into his face, hitting him hard on
the bridge of his nose.
    Sanchez thought back to the
moment Flake had hit Jessica with the book. It had set the Vampire Queen alight
almost instantly. The same thing couldn’t be said for Rameses Gaius. For what
felt like an awfully long time, Sanchez stood motionless, pressing the book
against the face of the mummy. But Gaius didn’t burst into flames. He simply
reached up with both hands and grabbed the book. Then he shoved it back into
Sanchez’s face. The impact was immense. It sent Sanchez sprawling back onto the
floor behind him. His feet bounced up over his head and he rolled back until he
eventually came to a sudden halt with his head almost wedged between his own
ass cheeks. As he sat back up, he saw Gaius toss The Book With No Name at him.
The magical book hadn’t wounded Gaius at all. The mummy had no interest in it
either. He nonchalantly tossed it at Sanchez’s head. Sanchez ducked out of the
way of it and raised his hands defensively, in readiness for a violent assault
from Gaius’s now glowing blue right hand.
    And then behind his attacker, he
saw a ray of hope. The Bourbon Kid had stepped out of the shadows and was
pointing his gun at the back of Gaius’s head. A red laser sighter was aimed
precisely at the back of the eye socket that held the Eye of the Moon. As Gaius
prepared to fire a laser bolt at Sanchez, the Kid fired off a shot.
    BANG!
    It was a damn fine shot. Sanchez
watched in awe. He saw everything clearly as if it were in slow motion. The
back of Gaius’s head spurted out a few spots of blood as the bullet pierced his
skull. A clanging sound followed as the bullet hit the back of the Eye of the
Moon and then like a dream, the blue stone flew out of his eye socket, spraying
blood all around it.
    Sanchez’s joy at the sight was
short lived.
    Rameses Gaius had reflexes every
bit as quick as the laser bolts he fired from his fingertips. His left hand
snapped into action. He reached up and caught the blue stone as it flew out of
the front of his head. The stone had travelled less than half a yard before he
had recovered it.
    Gaius looked down on the stone
with his remaining good eye. For a moment Sanchez almost thought he saw the
mummy smile. The moment passed all too quickly and Gaius turned around to face
the Bourbon Kid. In the back of Gaius’s head Sanchez saw the hole where the
bullet had entered. As he stared at it, the hole closed up quickly, vanishing
courtesy of the healing powers in the Eye of the Moon.
    “Fuck me,” Sanchez thought. “This guy
is fucking invincible.”
    Gaius snarled at the Kid. ‘You
had your shot. Now it’s my turn!’
    He raised his right hand and
fired one of his blue laser bolts at the hooded figure in the long dark coat.
It hit the Kid in the chest and lifted him off his feet. He flew back twenty
feet through the air and crashed into the Egyptian Tomb display behind him.
    Holy crap!
      Sanchez gawped at the sheer power of
Rameses Gaius. This man was a walking army of Iron Man, General Zod and the
Incredible Hulk all rolled into one.
    Fortunately Gaius seemed to
forget all about Sanchez as he took several giant strides towards the Bourbon
Kid, ready to finish him off.
    If Gaius succeeded in killing
the Kid, it wouldn’t be long before he turned his attention back to Sanchez and
the semi-naked girl. One of them would be the next to die. At least Sanchez had
his pants on, so he’d probably be less likely to catch Gaius’s eye first.
    Any hopes they had of surviving
rested with the Bourbon Kid and his renowned fighting prowess. Sanchez needed to
come up with a way to distract Gaius before he killed the Bourbon Kid. He had
to buy the Kid some time because right now the hooded slayer looked dazed and
out on his feet on the floor by the tomb.
    Sanchez saw the girl pick
something up from the floor by a pair of jeans. It was a small dark object and
she was preparing herself to throw it. Throwing stuff at Gaius was a relatively
lame idea, but it was probably the only option open to any of them right now.
Flake had told Sanchez to go be a hero; the only problem was, she wasn’t there
to tell him the best way to go about it. So with no decent ideas of his own
Sanchez decided to join in with the throwing idea. He reached inside his