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worry when and where David would attack them.
The inside of the house was a grotesque as the outside
was impressive. It had never been cleaned, and think layers
of dust and filth covered everything. Weeds had actually
begun to grow in some of the collected dirt and insect and
flies were thick. The worst thing was the hideous stench of
rotting meat that filled the air. Pat and Kit almost vomited
when they first were assaulted by the air.
Pat wondered if David saw the house this way. He
suspected that he did not. He knew in his heart that he saw it
the way she wanted him to. To him, this castle was grand and
immaculate.
There was something about the house that bothered Pat. It
was familiar to him in a creepy way. He realized that it was
exactly like the house that David had described in his dreams.
David had heard the gun shots and watched them pull up
in front from a second story window. He had been huddled in
the room, terrified that his Mistress would be disappointed
with him when she woke. Now he was renewed and happy.
Now he saw his chance for redemption.
He noticed that the three intruders were well armed. He
knew the pistol in his hand was deadly but he knew he had to
be cautious with the well armed trio. He knew the house very
well, he planed his ambush and waited.
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The search was going slowly, and Pat was getting more
and more frustrated. Jean looked at his watch. "One hour."
He hissed "We make contact or we're gone, but we only have
one hour."
They had search about a quarter of the first floor. There
were endless dens and dining rooms. Servant rooms, parlors,
and music rooms. It just went on and on. They had search
one wing of the first floor and had moved back to the large
foyer when a room on the second floor caught Pat's eye. It
was a library. He could see the book selves. Something about
the room intrigued him. Something David had said about his
dreams.
David had mentioned one library many times. For some
reason it seemed to be one of the reoccurring themes in the
stories. Pat had tried to psychoanalyze the meaning of the
library, but had come up short. He now realized how futile the
effort was. That the library was a real place, not a Freudian
manifestation from David's id.
Pat was momentarily lost in thought and strayed behind
the other two as the entered yet another larger dinning hall in
the other wing. He found himself alone and was startled back
to reality by the lone report of a pistol. He knew from the
sound that it was his .357.
"On the floor, now!" He heard David's voice yell.
He heard something being dropped on the hard stone
floor. He knew it was a shotgun.
"Oh Pat, why don't you come join your friends?"
Pat thought for a minute.
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"Give it up Pat, I know where you are, and you've lost.
Bitch why don't you tell him the situation?"
"He's shot Jean, he's hurt badly. He has me covered. Pat
get out of here!" Kit yelled.
"Yes Pat, why don't you do us all a favor and get out of
here! Then my Mistress and I can eat in private! Don't worry,
we'll come see you when the time is right! But before you go,
I want you to throw your shot gun through the door. If you
don't I'll blow her knee caps off. She's dead anyway, but I
don't think you want her to suffer do you?"
Pat thought for a second and realized that David wasn't
aware of the pistols, he had only asked for the shot gun. Pat
tossed the gun through the door.
"David, there's still hope. You don't want to do this."
He heard David laugh. "Oh give it up Pat. You have no idea
who you are talking to anymore. Your friend is dead, gone!
Now it's me, and the earth shall tremble where I walk."
Pat knew he was in trouble. There was no time to get help,
or even try a flanking move. He gambled on one stupid plan.
He drew his pistol "David!" he called as he approached the
door.
"Yes Pat" his voice was mocking and confident.
"You missed something"
"What's that Pat?"
"You forgot that I might have another gun." He stepped
through the door "She has one too."
David sized up the situation quickly. Pat had hoped that
David would shoot at him and that Kit would take him out,
but David kept the gun trained on Kit.**** "So what,
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asshole? Oh, I know you'd sacrifice yourself, but you don't
have the balls to shoot me."
Pat's hand trembled but he kept the gun on David "Drop
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