Daniel kicked up at his knee, again.
This time hearing something snap.
Baldwin howled as if betrayed, clutched his leg, collapsed. Falling full force on top of Daniel, one hand bent under him. the other still clutching the knife.
Baldwin closed his eyes, pulled up on the blade, trying to free the Liston, go for a kill-zone.
But the knife was lodged between bones, refused to spread them. All he could do was saw it back and forth, open more blood vessels. Knowing time was on his side. The nigger-kike's pain had to be terrible-he was puny, inferior, bred for defeat.
But the little fuck was holding on, fighting back!
Hard blows stung his Aryan nose, cheeks, chin, mouth. His lower lip burst open. He tasted his own blood, swallowed it-hero-sweet but it made him gag.
The blows kept coming like razor-rain and his own pain got worse, as if the nigger-kike was taking everything he'd absorbed and spitting it back at him.
He forced a D.T. grin, looked down, searching for signs of fadeout.
Kikefuck was smiling back at him!
The scum-this fucking untermensch scum-didn't care about pain, didn't care about the Liston dancing on him, eating him alive.
He marshaled all his strength, pulled up on the knife. Scumshit used his hand as a weapon, pushed back, stuck to it.
Suddenly brown fingers were imbedded in his cheek and raking downward. Shreds of flesh peeling down like tree bark.
Oh, no!
Blood-his blood-splashing in his face, his eyes, everything red.
He sobbed with frustration, said farewell to the Liston and let go of it. Used one hand to block the endless blows, tried to clamp the other around the niggerfuck's throat.
Daniel felt big wet fingers scrambling over his larynx.
He rolled free. Punched Baldwin's nose, mouth, chin. Aiming for the cheek-gouges. Erase that grin, forever.
Keep smiling. It scared the coward.
Baldwin regained the stranglehold.
Getting a grip on the larynx. Squeezing, crushing. Trying to rip it out of Daniel's throat.
Daniel felt the breath leave his chest in a sad hiss. The perimeters of his visual field turned gray, then black. The blackness spread inward, blotting out the light. His head filled with hollow noises. Death rattles. His lungs filled quickly with wet sand.
He kept striking out, tearing at the monster's face. The big fingers kept choking him.
The knife still piercing in his hand, lodged tight, hurting so intensely.
Two loci of pain.
Baldwin cursed, spat, throttled him. The blackness was almost complete. Acid flames raged in his chest, licked upward, scorching his plate, advancing toward his brain.
So hot, yet cold.
Fading
The monster, stronger than he. Intent on destruction.
Her for dessert.
No!
He reached inward, beyond himself, beyond sensation, mined a last filament of strength, embraced the pain, went past it. Arching his body, blind, breathless, he bucked, groped, found one of Baldwin's fingers. Took hold of it, bent it backward, breaking it in a single, swift movement.
A popping sound, then a distant cry. The grip around his neck loosened. A drink of air.
Two more fingers grasped together. Bent, broken. Another.
Baldwin's hand flapped loose. He screamed, flailed aimlessly.
Daniel pushed him hard, threw himself upon the big oily body, dived after it as it went down.
Baldwin was bawling like a baby, eyes closed, flat on his back, clutching his hand, unprotected.
Daniel pulled the knife out of his hand. Baldwin thrashed wildly, one of his feet caught Daniel in the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him.
Daniel gagged, gasped for breath. The knife fell loose, clattering on stone.
Hearing it, Baldwin opened his eyes, sat up, reached for the weapon with his unbroken fingers.
Daniel threw himself upon Baldwin, avoided gnashing teeth, clawing fingers. Baldwin snarled, head-butted, tried to bite Daniel's nose. Daniel pushed back reflexively, felt something soft. Familiar. Yielding.
