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Chapter 26
Chollie felt the small bones in his neck crack as Irvin's heel pressed harder and harder under his chin. He could feel the broken glass cutting into the back of his neck as Irvin tried to push him completely out. "Four stories? could I survive?" he thought slowly realizing that his plight was almost over. He only had a few more seconds to be awake as he felt that odd metallic taste begin to form in his mouth. Suddenly, thoughts gave way to impulse, his years of training finally taking over as he slipped into unconsciousness, he barely felt his right hand grab Irvin's ankle and press deeply into the soft place right beneath the ankle bone.
Irvin's scream seemed to be coming from a mountaintop far far away. It sounded like he was getting further away instead of closer, then it stopped. Chollie felt himself slowly returning from the place that only his masters knew. He looked around the room, not recognizing it, then saw the broken window. Blood all over the sill, running down the wall beneath it. He felt his neck, and felt his mind begin to flow with a slurry of racing images, that was his blood, he reached for the back of his neck and felt the warm stickiness that causes fear. Chollie inched towards the window, not daring to look out. As he got closer, he noticed the brown leather valise, partly opened, as if someone had been interrupted while examining its contents. He could see the cash inside.
Chollie looked out the window, there, in the bushes he could see Irvin's legs, still, not moving, "Dead" he thought. Chollie tensed as he lifted the valise, and walked towards the door. He knew where he was, and he knew where he had to go. He opened it up all the way and there it was, that delicious cash that would enable his dreams, and there, alongside the money was a compact disk, one that looked like a homemade music cd. White label, with magic marker writing on it. It said "Eyes" Chollie wondered why Irvin would have put it with the money, as he started to imagine how many hundred dollar bills were in the valise. "There must be a couple million in here" he thought.
The mirror on the wall near the window reflected movement by the bar, Chollie droipped to his hands, flat out on the floor without a sound. He heard, no, he felt the padded footsteps approaching., getting ever closer to him. He managed to look up and there she was. Impossible, but there she was. Alive. Impossible. Chollies training was so rooted in the present, the here and now, it was incomprehensible . She was dead, he knew it, he saw her die, he saw her take Caruso's bullet in the ear. He saw her squeeze her eyes so tight. He saw her life blood flow til it stopped. " NO WAY! This cannot be" emanated from every pore in his body, yet there she was........and with such a mischievious grin.
Chollie felt the small bones in his neck crack as Irvin's heel pressed harder and harder under his chin. He could feel the broken glass cutting into the back of his neck as Irvin tried to push him completely out. "Four stories? could I survive?" he thought slowly realizing that his plight was almost over. He only had a few more seconds to be awake as he felt that odd metallic taste begin to form in his mouth. Suddenly, thoughts gave way to impulse, his years of training finally taking over as he slipped into unconsciousness, he barely felt his right hand grab Irvin's ankle and press deeply into the soft place right beneath the ankle bone.
Irvin's scream seemed to be coming from a mountaintop far far away. It sounded like he was getting further away instead of closer, then it stopped. Chollie felt himself slowly returning from the place that only his masters knew. He looked around the room, not recognizing it, then saw the broken window. Blood all over the sill, running down the wall beneath it. He felt his neck, and felt his mind begin to flow with a slurry of racing images, that was his blood, he reached for the back of his neck and felt the warm stickiness that causes fear. Chollie inched towards the window, not daring to look out. As he got closer, he noticed the brown leather valise, partly opened, as if someone had been interrupted while examining its contents. He could see the cash inside.
Chollie looked out the window, there, in the bushes he could see Irvin's legs, still, not moving, "Dead" he thought. Chollie tensed as he lifted the valise, and walked towards the door. He knew where he was, and he knew where he had to go. He opened it up all the way and there it was, that delicious cash that would enable his dreams, and there, alongside the money was a compact disk, one that looked like a homemade music cd. White label, with magic marker writing on it. It said "Eyes" Chollie wondered why Irvin would have put it with the money, as he started to imagine how many hundred dollar bills were in the valise. "There must be a couple million in here" he thought.
The mirror on the wall near the window reflected movement by the bar, Chollie droipped to his hands, flat out on the floor without a sound. He heard, no, he felt the padded footsteps approaching., getting ever closer to him. He managed to look up and there she was. Impossible, but there she was. Alive. Impossible. Chollies training was so rooted in the present, the here and now, it was incomprehensible . She was dead, he knew it, he saw her die, he saw her take Caruso's bullet in the ear. He saw her squeeze her eyes so tight. He saw her life blood flow til it stopped. " NO WAY! This cannot be" emanated from every pore in his body, yet there she was........and with such a mischievious grin.