"Ray Vukcevich - Rejoice" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vukcevich Ray)

Mink you, Pop.

Oh yeah, well you can just read my mind!

He slapped me to my knees, grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me
around and got me around the neck in a wrestling hold from which I had little hope
of slipping. Help, I shouted to Mucho Poocho. Attack! Kill! Mucho hunkered down
on the floor with a whimper and the monster snortled.

Shall we fiddle with fido?

Not fido, I told him.

Tease fido, eh tease fido, eh eh tease fido.

Mucho put his hands over his eyes, he said, and we all looked at the dog who
had been looking back at us over his shoulder but who now looked back out to sea.

It not my job to make you feel comfortable, the monster said, and we said
maybe heтАЩs got a point, lazy poach dogs, the lot of us, and he gave my neck a twist
and tossed me to one side.

Perhaps somewhere in his dark semisubconscious he had some feeling for his
creator that constrained the twist and left my neck unbroken. Even so I was sorely
stunned and quite unable to help Elizabeth who scooted away from the brute in little
fits and sneezes.
 She avoided him until she reached the wall, then he grabbed her, and she
crumbled like a dried flower in his fingers and he looked around in surprise like what
happened is that all there is how could she be so fragile this is all so embarrassing.

Birds darkened the skylight and beat the glass with their black wings, thunder
sounded, and a cold wind found every crack and stirred my notes, and tossed my
hair, and Mr. (call me Cease Co.) Juice blew CEO cigar smoke from his wide
nostrils, said we are the Doggymen, and leaped into dance, lifting his knees high
happy grape stomping goofy grin, this sad patchwork graveyard doll, celebrating
something foul, and dropped to his knees and scrambled bugfast across the room to
me, ripping at my clothes, dogcurious nose and doggy lips in the crack of my ass,
blew me up just like that with smoke and I floated away, a fat macey man balloon
belching smoke rings and drifting upright then drifting upside down.

The skylight shattered and black birds like Brimstoker bats swarmed into the
lab and settled everywhere, mostly on Elizabeth.

May you have a million years in hell to think about what youтАЩve done, I said.

ItтАЩs the Count who thinks, he said.

IтАЩll have my revenge.