The Book of Death (Bourbon Kid 4)

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pocket and pulled out his hipflask. With its lid slightly loosened it could at
least cover Gaius in piss. That might distract him a bit, or cause him to
electrocute himself, perhaps?
    As the girl took aim, Sanchez
finally got a look at her face. He recognised her as Kacy, Dante’s girlfriend
and a former chambermaid at one of the local hotels. He decided it would be
best to let her throw first. That way he could see how Gaius reacted. And he
really hoped her throwing was as impressive as her ass. As she lined up her
throw Sanchez inwardly wished her luck. She drew her arm back, then with all
her might threw the small dark object in her hand.
    Sanchez had seen girls throw
before and had never been particularly impressed. And Kacy’s throwing skills
were abysmal. She missed Gaius completely. In fact she ended up throwing the
small object at the Bourbon Kid’s head. “Useless,” Sanchez thought.
    The Bourbon Kid was climbing to
his knees as the object flew at him. He reacted quickly and reached up,
catching it in his right hand. It was just a small rectangular shape the size of
a playing card. Maybe the Kid could throw it at Gaius with more accuracy and
power than Kacy had done—if he had time.
    Gaius stopped a few yards away
from the Kid and raised his right arm again. His palm glowed bright blue. This
was the moment of truth. In one almighty show of force he thrust his arm at the
Kid, unleashing a bright blue laser bolt at his fallen enemy.
    What followed happened quickly.
As the laser bolt shot out from Gaius’s hand and surged towards the Bourbon
Kid’s head, the Kid held up the small object Kacy had thrown at him.
    And he flipped it over in his
hand. Where one side of it had been black, the other was shiny.
    It was a small hand mirror.
    The blue laser bolt blasted into
the mirror and its bright light reflected sharply back on itself. A flash of
blinding blue light filled the room and the laser bolt shot back into the face
of Rameses Gaius.
    The impact caught him completely
off guard and the sheer power of his own furious bolts of lightning lifted him
off his feet. The Eye of the Moon flew out of his hand and bounced onto the
floor as he flew backwards through the air. Sanchez watched on wide-eyed as
Gaius’s ass came flying towards him. Fortunately the Dark Lord landed on his
back just short of him. The smooth polished floor caused him to slide along on
his back until he came to a stop with his head in Sanchez’s lap.
    Gaius was clearly dazed. Sanchez
could see him blinking furiously with his one good eye. He was seriously
disorientated, although that probably wouldn’t last for long. After a few
seconds he stopped blinking and seemed to focus his stare up at Sanchez.
    “Uh oh,” thought Sanchez. “He’s about
to get back up.”
    There was nothing else for it.
Sanchez’s only weapon was his hipflask. He pulled the lid off and held it up
over Gaius’s face. He poured the contents out and tried to direct some into
Gaius’s empty eye socket.
    However, as the piss came out of
his flask Sanchez was surprised to see that it was a green colour. That was
unusual. His piss was normally a dark yellow colour, occasionally a bit brown,
sometimes even quite clear, but not usually green.
    He suddenly remembered he had
picked up the Santa’s hipflask after their altercation earlier in the day. This
was the green liquid that paralysed folks. He poured it over as much of Gaius’s
face as he could, some of it into the eye socket and some of it into his mouth.
It trickled onto his tongue and down his throat. It was evident from the look
in his good eye that the liquid was having a negative effect on him.
    Sanchez watched Gaius’s face
slowly numb up, in the same way that the Santa’s had done. He recognised the
look of fear in his victim’s eye. Gaius managed to cough just once as the
liquid trickled down his throat. But that was the last function his body
performed. Very quickly his movement stopped altogether. And without the Eye of
the Moon in his eye socket, or his hand, he wasn’t going to be healing up any
time soon either. Realising that Gaius was now powerless, Sanchez took great
pleasure in holding the Dark Lord’s head down with one hand while he waited for
some assistance.
    Over by the wrecked tomb display
the Bourbon Kid climbed to his feet and staggered over to Sanchez and Gaius. He
looked in fairly bad shape. That laser blast from Gaius had clearly taken
something out of him. He stooped