Posted by PK on October 29, 2001 at 18:31:50:
"Goes straight through tyres and petrol tanks," Amanda said. "Fun with lo-tech. Shall we
dance?"
"Don't know the steps," Belinda said. She felt lighter, somehow. The claustrophobic terror of
waiting was over, she was still scared but she could move. She could dance with the Devil's
daughter or die like a...what? Dingo? She smiled despite herself. Being dressed like a doe
was preferable to being tied to a chair. Amanda's madness was infectious.
Amanda smiled back. "We make them up," she said. "Ask yourself, what do really I want to
do now? What do I FEEL like doing?"
Hunt them down like dogs, Belinda thought. No, we can't do that. We can't kill them, it would
be illegal. Of course, if Amanda's going to kill me afterwards that won't matter. Who knows
what she can do? So I have to decide what she's going to do before I decide what I should
do? Shell game. Fuck that. Jump out of the box of frogs. What do really I want to do now? If
it was the last day of my life...
"Get the bastards," she said. "Make them shit their pants."
"Good plan. And then you'll come to the party?"
Belinda had no clear idea of what that entailed but one thing she knew: Amanda would keep
her word. Whatever it meant. She held her hand out. "Deal," she said.
Carol was missing Amanda. She hoped she'd come back soon, her vision was blurry and she
didn't know how much longer she'd be able to stay concious. She had promised to come back
before the end...she held on, hoping still.