"Field of Blood" - читать интересную книгу автора (Mina Denise)

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James strangled him and then Callum hit his head with rocks. The baby’s head was all mess. They looked at it, afraid and not wanting to, but drawn to the sight. They hadn’t expected the baby just to stop moving or to do a smelly diarrhea, he hadn’t told them that would happen. They hadn’t expected him to stop being annoying so suddenly, hadn’t expected him to completely stop being anything. The baby’s foot was facing all wrong. His eyes were open, popping out as if he couldn’t stop looking. Callum wanted to cry, but James punched his arm.

“We…,” said Callum, staring at the messy baby, looking sick. “We…” He forgot the rest of it. He ran up the steep hill and disappeared over the bank.

James was left alone. It had blood all over its chin and down its front like a bib. The blood was warm when he had his hands in it, when he had his hands around the baby’s neck. He imagined the baby standing up with its messy head and black chin, swelling up to the Incredible Hulk and beating him up in slow motion.

He tilted his head and looked at it. He smiled at it. He poked it with his foot, and it couldn’t even try to get away from him. He didn’t feel scared being here with the broken baby. He felt other things, but he didn’t know what they were called. He crouched down.

He could do anything to it. Anything he wanted.