“She doesn’t like it!”
It’s Stephen! The stupid, stupid child! But then he reaches for my hand and pulls me with him.
“Let’s run!” he says.
There’s a pause and then I pull my pants up, tighten my hands on him and then run. I haven’t even taken five steps when a laser, no, three lasers, hits the trees in front of me. Worst of all, the hand that I am holding becomes weightless, as if I am just holding a hand.
I look at Stephen, but I am only holding a hand, only his hand. I turn around to find where he is, only to find him with a decapitated hand and two shots of laser, one in his head and the other on his chest. I walk back to his corpse and then kneel in front of him. His eyes are still open, but when I put my finger under his nose, there’s no more life.
I slump back. As if I lost
