Free Timothy 01: Timothy by Mark Tufo Page B

thought she was going to break her damn neck. “If I have to come over there and get you I might just take me a little bite for the effort.”
    She was moving, it was reluctantly and slower than it should have been but she was coming my way.
    “ What are you doing, clown ?” Fred emphasized the moniker.
    He was taunting me but there was also a tremor in his voice as he realized I might have something that could force his hand.
    “ Say hello to the nice dead man upstairs,” I told Anna. I grabbed the top of her head to stop its to and fro movement. She squirmed under the contact some viscous fluid dripped down from my hand to her forehead she crossed her eyes in a vain attempt to possibly garner its contents . It was of my belief that she would be better off not knowing.
    “ Fred, help me.” Anna whimpered, it was exactly what I needed her to say but she didn’t do it for my benefit, sister or not she was no Mother Teresa.
    I bent down and licked her ear, stopping long enough to probe her ear canal with the tip of my tongue. Her quaking stopped, replaced by rigidity a plank of wood would be proud of. The pressure must have compressed her bladder.
    “ Ah, the smell of warm piss in the night, it’s like a little slice of Heaven. Don’t you think?” I whispered in her ear.
    “ If you hurt her, I’ll kill you, clown!” Fred yelled.
    “ Really, Fred, you don’t have anything more original than that?” I pinched Anna’s shoulder until she squealed in pain.
    Fred ran down three steps before Zak’s words stopped him. “It’s a damn trap. Fred, you can’t be that stupid.”
    “ I know it’s a trap, what the hell else am I supposed to do?” Fred answered him.
    “ Live,” Zak told him.
    “ See, Zak gets it,” I said softly to Anna. “Not Fred, though. Oh, he’ll be down here lickety-split.”
    ‘ HUNGRY!’ Hugh screamed in protest.
    “ SHUT THE FUCK UP, HUGH!!! We’ll eat when I god damn say its time to eat!”
    Anna let loose with another volley of urine.
    “ Damn, did I say that out loud?” I asked the quiet room. I was answered by my own echo. If I hadn’t already crossed the line to Crazy Town, I was rapidly approaching and there were no stops between here and there. At least Hugh had taken a back seat for the moment. “That’s right, I’m in charge here!” I yelled, I could have been talking about the church or my body. Both would have been correct.
    “ Losing, it clown? Why don’t you do us all a favor and go to the altar and fall on a sword or something?” Fred said.
    I would swear he was on the first landing now. If the dipshit had just shut up he probably could have just snuck up on me during my psychotic episode. Is that what I’m calling it now? I moved Anna so that when Fred came down she would be in front of me. Although that was like trying to hide an airplane behind a Volkswagen. I couldn’t imagine Fred taking the shot and harming her, though.
    Fred came down the remainder of the stairs quickly scanning the room with his rifle. The barrel came to rest on us and if I wasn’t mistaken, my head. I ducked down a bit and the muzzle followed. Still, he didn’t fire.
    “ Why don’t you come out from behind the lady and we’ll settle this like men?” Fred said.
    “ How about you put your rifle down first? Hardly seems fair, you with a firearm and all and me with just my teeth.”
    “ What are you, clown?”
    I could tell he was genuinely interested, not just trying to get a rise out of me. I didn’t quite know what to tell him, so I didn’t answer.
    “ You put down the rifle, I’ll let the Sister go,” I said as I blew snot out of my nose almost completely covering the top of her head. She most likely would have fainted to the ground if I wasn’t holding her up.
    Fred took a step toward me. “Far enough, Fred. The church was diffused with darkness but Fred’s trigger knuckle shone a bright white as he kept six and a half pounds of pressure on a seven pound trigger.