Page 121 of Anathema Codex

Almost.

“So…” I begin as my eyes turn toward the kid. The way he’s standing, inched in front of Trixie, and trying to block me from seeing her, makes this all the sweeter. “You know, I gotta ask, what made you crawl under this used up bitch? Was it mommy issues or daddy ones?”

The kid goes rigid, squaring his jaw and clenching his fists. I decide to remind him that he’s literally one wrong move away from joining his whore of a mother by shifting the hatchet from one shoulder to the other. His eyes follow my lead, watching the freshly sharpened blade glinting in the sunlight. Even after a nice dip into some Sun Fuckers’ necks and faces, it still shines. I think the blood stains really make it glisten more than when it’s dry.

Kind of how I feel about this entire situation in front of me right now. It would look a hell of a lot better covered in blood.

“You don’t belong here,” Aftyn tells me in a low, trembling voice and I feign fear as I raise a hand, level it with his eyes and shake it. I figure it’s the nice thing to do since he’s trying so goddamn hard to make something of himself right now.

Red groans next to me and I arch an eyebrow down at her as she sways on her feet. It’s so damn easy to forget she’s around, but as long as we’re here…

“Hey, Sun Fucker,” I call out to the pussy behind Trixie. “Be a dear and get Red something to make her feel better. None of that hippie drug water or else.” I punctuate my point by running a thumb across my neck. They may not understand much of anything on the bullshit they’ve been sipping, but death is a universal language—regardless of what planet they seem to be hippie worshipping on.

Big Tits looks at Trixie, presumably waiting for her to say it’s okay to help Red, and unfortunately for her, I’m not in the mood for this.

“Suit yourself,” I say with a shrug.

Gripping the hatchet firmly in my hand, I move quickly, pushing Trixie and the kid aside, and swing it as hard as I can. Big Tits’ eyes go wide—in fear, pain, shock—who the fuck knows or cares.

People are screaming, running, but I don’t really care much about the sun fucks. As Big Tits tips over and hits the ground, I grin and tilt my head. This really is no one’s fault but her own. What about the bloodstains on me didn’t explain that I mean business right now is beyond me.

And now it’s beyond her too.

I crouch down over her and run a hand back through her hair. “Tell the other Sun Fuckers that I’ll be sending more along soon.”

She sputters, sending a small pool of blood bursting out of her mouth like a geyser and I laugh. Looks like I hit her in the right place, and she’ll be dead soon enough.

Considering I’m not exactly known for being merciful, I think it’ll be best if she just chokes to death on her own blood. Honestly, she’s pretty lucky.

Standing back up, I reach for the handle and grunt as I extract it from her throat and another spurt colors the dirt under her.

“Nice!” I exclaim in appreciation. “I haven’t seen a wound like that in a while!”

Clearing my throat, I roll my shoulders as I wipe the hatchet off on my jeans then smile at the final four.

The kid looks like he’s about to be sick.

Sun Fucker the Sequel is wailing on his knees like a fucking banshee.

Red is looking at me through whatever’s making her sick with those goddamn stars in her eyes again.

And Trixie…

Well, Trixie isn’t looking at me at all.

She’s standing with her back to me, a hand on the kid’s arm, the other on the wailer’s shoulder, and her face tilted up toward the sky.

“If you’re trying to do some kind of mumbo jumbo bullshit on me, Trixie, remember—your goat is south, not north,” I say as I walk around them to look into her eyes.

But they’re closed.

Her entire body is rigid and even now, in the ruins of a massacre, this bitch finds a way to make it all about her and push me down a rung again.

“You… you killed her,” the kid manages to croak out.

“I… I… sure did,” I mock him before I suck my teeth. The rage takes over again in his eyes and I really wish he’d understand just once that I don’t give a fuck about him. What happened to Big Tits could happen to anyone, him included.

“Alright, let’s try this again,” I say loudly. Red leans her body against mine and I roll my eyes up at the sky.Heh. Maybe something up there will hear me before it hears the Daughter of Smack and Trash.Dismissing the thought immediately, I reach the hatchet over and tap the remaining Sun Fucker on the head with it. “Got something that’ll help Red or do you want to go to the ‘Light’ ahead of schedule too?”

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