The Book of Death (Bourbon Kid 4)

down to pick the Eye of the Moon up from the
floor, then turned and tossed it through a few small flickering flames on the
floor over to Kacy. She caught it and shouted a quick thanks back at him. Then
she crawled over to Dante with it.
    The Kid dragged himself over to
Sanchez and Gaius. He practically fell down onto Gaius’s chest. Sanchez edged
back to allow him room to do whatever horrible things he had planned. The Kid
reached down and grabbed the Dark Lord by the face and squeezed his cheeks
hard.
    ‘I saw what you did to the young
boy in the library,’ he growled.
    ‘What did he do?’ Sanchez asked.
    ‘Bashed a boy’s head in. Had
himself some real fun at that kid’s expense.’
    Sanchez shook his head in
disgust. ‘Well, you know what they say?’ he said.
    ‘No. What do they say?’
    ‘It’s all fun and games until
someone loses an eye.’
    The Kid nodded. ‘That’s true.’
He stopped squeezing Gaius’s face and looked up at Sanchez. He had blood
dribbling from his mouth. ‘What was in that flask?’ he asked.
    ‘Eggnog, I think.’
    ‘Evil stuff.’
    Turning his attentions back to
the stricken and now terrified figure of Rameses Gaius, the Kid clenched his
right fist and raised it up above his head. He looked Gaius in the eye, making
sure he had his full attention. He took a deep breath.
    ‘This is for the boy in the
library.’

 
    Fifty-Eight

 
    Dante felt the touch of
Kacy’s hand against his cheek. He opened his eyes. There weren’t many things
better in life than waking up and seeing Kacy’s face looking down at him.
    ‘You okay?’ she asked.
    He tried to move his
arms only to discover that they were wedged tightly against his sides. In fact
he couldn’t move at all from his shoulders down. He was lying on his back on a
hard floor. He craned his neck and looked down at the rest of his body. He was
wrapped in bandages from his feet right up to his shoulders.
    ‘What the fuck have you
done to me now?’ he asked, frowning.
    ‘It wasn’t me, silly.’
    ‘So why the fuck am I
dressed as a giant worm?’
    Kacy looked confused.
‘When have you ever seen a worm dressed like this?’
    ‘Cartoon porn.’
    ‘We’ll talk about that
later.’
    As his senses came back
to him, he caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye. ‘The fucking
floor is on fire too! Have you seen that? The fucking floor is on fire!’
    ‘I know.’
    ‘What the fuck?’
    Kacy seemed remarkably
calm considering there were a bunch of three-foot high flames just a stone’s
throw away.
    ‘Here, let me help you
up,’ she said, lifting his shoulders up from the floor and getting him into a
sitting position.
    He looked around.
Behind Kacy and to the right of the fire he saw the Bourbon Kid and Sanchez.
They were leaning over the body of Rameses Gaius. The Kid was busy slicing
Gaius up with a bone handled knife. There were other bodies lying around too.
    ‘Okay, I can’t remember
fuck all. Seriously, what’s happened this time?’ He looked closer at Kacy. ‘And
why aren’t you wearing any pants?’
    ‘They got ripped off.
And before you say anything, you should know your clothes are on the floor
behind you.’
    ‘All of my clothes?’
    ‘Yeah.’
    Dante lowered his
voice. ‘Were we fucking in here?’
    ‘No. You got stripped
naked by some vampires. They tried to make you a mummy.’
    ‘They were trying to
fuck me?’
    ‘No, mummify you. You know? That’s what the bandages are for. Hold still while I unwrap
you.’
    She grabbed some of the
white bandages around his shoulders and began unravelling them. He’d been bound
up pretty tight. While she got to work, he tried desperately to cast his mind
back to how he’d ended up in this current ludicrous predicament. It wasn’t
coming back to him no matter how hard he tried to concentrate.
    ‘Hurry the fuck up!’ he
snapped as he caught sight of the fire spreading towards them.
    ‘Stay still then.’
    ‘I am still.’
    ‘Okay, just shut up
then.’
    As soon as Kacy freed
his arms he began ripping off the rest of the bandages himself. He’d unwrapped
them down to the knee when Sanchez came rushing over to them. The
bartender-cum-cop grabbed at Kacy’s arm.
    ‘You still got the Eye
of the Moon on you?’
    ‘Umm yeah.’ She reached
down to the floor by Dante’s side and picked it up. She held it up to show
Sanchez. ‘Here it is. Do you need it?’
    Sanchez nodded. ‘Got a
dying girl in the car outside.’
    Kacy tossed the