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The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Three: The Watery Dagger

... hugging her tight. “Are you okay?” “I'm fine!” Fatima said, hugging her back. The insectrosity was gone, reverted back to his human form. The football player lay dead, his body pincushioned by Fumi's arrows. Fumi walked over, throwing her arms around the both of them, hugging them tight. “What's going on?” Fatima asked. “Why didn't Kyle come?” “He's been arrested,” Fumi said. “Britney went to rescue him.” “We can't stay here,” Aaliyah shouted. “Burke's office isn't far. He has to have heard the fight!” Fatima glanced down the hallway, fear itching at her guts. Burke could step around the corner at— She let out a gasp of fear. Burke appeared, his handsome face twisted in anger. “Let's go! There he is!” Aaliyah produced her key, used it on the door, and opened it onto the special room. Burke's eyes narrowed on Fatima as he strode down the hallway. Aaliyah dived in, then Fumi, and Fatima followed last, slamming the door behind her. “He can't get in here, right?” she asked, leaning against the door. “No,” Aaliyah said. “What happened?” Ann asked, throwing her arms around Fatima. “Why haven't you evacuated to the SUV?” Fatima asked, looking around at all the concubines. “Britney commandeered it to save Kyle,” Fumi answered. “I guess we just have to hunker down in here.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Christy hurtled down through the thick, gray clouds wrapped in rainbow light, her hand gripping Sable's. The clouds suddenly gave way to rainy South Hill, hurtling down at a group of ...

... three cop cars, the ground littered with dead cops. What is going on? The asphalt road rushed up at her. The rainbow light vanished and hammering rain struck her, ice cold knifing through her naked body. She stood next to a wounded Britney, the fierce girl's face twisted in rage, blood staining her shoulder. Kyle lay inside unconscious. “What's going on?” Christy asked. “Where did you come from?” Britney gasped, then she shook her head. “That does not matter. We are surrounded by the police.” Christy looked over and blinked at the cops aiming shotguns at them from behind their car. “Mistress?” Sable whined. “We need to work a sleep spell,” Christy said, grasping Sable's hand. “Quickly!” “Lie facedown on the ground!” a voice boomed through a megaphone. “Hands on your heads, ankles crossed! Now!” “Ishtar,” Christy chanted, raising her hand up as her amber pendant flashed between her naked breasts. Her teeth wanted to chatter so bad, but she forced herself to ignore the cold rain. “Protect your servant and put to sleep those that threaten her!” “Ishtar,” Sable chanted beside her, looking the opposite way. “Lie facedown now or we'll...open...what's going...?” Ishtar's spell took affect, the cops dropping down, their shotguns clattering on the asphalt. Christy turned to Britney, shivers wracking the wounded woman's body and she hugged herself. “Let me heal you, Britney.” “No! Phillipa is hurt!” She pointed to the shot girl. “She cannot die. Help her.” “Sable,” Christy said. “Go ...