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any of what he was looking at. He did his best to watch without
seeing. In a minute he was out of the room and down the hall
without having been spotted, and he was standing in the doorway of
the living room.
    The frightened couple, the interracial one, were
nowhere to be seen. But based on the activity within the living
room, they weren’t here at the moment.
    Mr. Thor was seated on the couch with his back to
Horace, his pants and briefs around his ankles. In front of him,
the sharp-faced girl was kneeling, naked from the waist up, with
her head bobbing up and down in his lap. Thor leaned his head back
on the couch and shut his eyes, stroking the girl’s hair with his
right hand.
    Fuck it. Now’s as good a time as any.
    Horace tightened his grip on the silver knife and
stepped forward.
     
    In the darkness of the closet, Jonathan and Jewel
were huddled together listening to the activity outside and
occasionally whispering into each other’s ears.
    “Do you think they forgot about us?” Jewel
asked.
    “Doubt it,” said Jonathan.
    Outside there was the sound of lips smacking. A
piece of clothing hit the floor. A belt was undone.
    “If they come back, they’re going to lock us in a
room,” said Jonathan. “Should we make a break for it?”
    “I don’t think I can.”
    “Ooh, hello,” Thor’s voice said in the tone all men
use when their penises are inserted into mouths.
    “All right,” said Jonathan. “She’s sucking his dick.
Now’s our chance. Do we run like hell or do we move slow and try to
sneak past?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Pick one, Jewel. We have to pick one.”
    Jewel said nothing.
    The footsteps of a large man could all of a sudden
be heard arriving in front of the closet and coming to a stop.
    Loki. Fuck.
    Jonathan and Jewel stayed silent. Jonathan knew they
hadn’t been forgotten, but the longer they were left alone, the
better their chances of finding a window of opportunity.
    The heavy footsteps moved away from the closet.
    “Okay,” Jonathan whispered. “I’m going to open the
door, then you take my hand and we’re going to run. Got it?”
    Jewel shook her head.
    “Jewel. Get ready to run. Okay?”
    She took a breath. “Okay.”
    They grabbed each other’s hands and searched for
courage.
    A voice on the other end of the door said, “You’re
Thor, right?”
    Some jerky movements were heard.
    A woman shrieked.
    Jonathan pulled the door opened, more of a reflex
than anything.
     
    “You’re Thor, right?” Thor heard a male voice say
while he was receiving mediocre head from a moderately attractive
woman. He opened his eyes to see a man a little bigger than Loki
holding a knife.
    He was more confused than frightened. People didn’t
typically approach him in his own house, especially people who knew
his name. By the time he put it together that this was Mr. Staple
Gun, there was a knife in his neck.
    Getting your throat slit is not a pleasant
experience, and Thor never got used to it no matter how many times
it happened. He put up a hand to slow the bleeding and the fucker
stabbed him twice in the chest.
    Bev screamed and stood, backing to the far end of
the room.
    Thor tried to stand and face his attacker, but he
tripped over his own pants and hit the floor, still cupping his
hand over his neck.
    It didn’t make sense. The wound should have clotted
over by now and the bleeding shot have stopped. Unless…
    Silver.
    The big fucker got down on one knee and stabbed Thor
six or seven more times in the chest. Thor was dazed and weak in
his poisoned state and couldn’t fight back.
    Somewhere Bev was screaming.
    And somebody else was screaming.
    And everyone was running and stumbling.
    Thor was only half conscious when a series of
gunshots rang out and Mr. Staple Gun collapsed on top of him.
     
    Loki was ten seconds from finishing Vivienne off
when the screams started.
    His first thought was that Thor had bared his fangs
early, maybe bitten into her face or something. But