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The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Four: The Choice of the Mother

... gasp. “I love you, Mom.” She smiled for a moment, then she fell limp in Burke's arms, blood sheeting down her body. “Stupid bitch!” Burke threw his mom's body to the floor, then pointed his dagger at Kyle. Kyle attacked, swinging his sword. His anger was a cold fire that drove his blade. He would avenge his mother. He would cut Burke into a thousand pieces. Burke shimmered, his body melting like wax into a blob on the floor. Kyle's swing went through where Burke's chest had been. The blob became a gray-furred wolf that snarled and leaped, striking into Kyle's side. Teeth snapped and blood spurt from his arm. He stumbled into a bookshelf, the wolf-Burke snarling at him. “You killed her!” Kyle snarled, swinging at the wolf. Burke shimmered into a small cat, leaping nimbly out of the way. In mid-air he melted into a cougar, snarling and swiping his claws at Kyle's legs, raking through his jeans. Kyle stumbled, catching himself on the desk. He swung at the cougar as it advanced. The office was too small for the big cat to move effectively. Burke shimmered into a wolverine, launching at Kyle's wounded leg as Kyle sword swung over Burke's furry body, the blade crashing into Burke's desk. Kyle ignore the pain of the wolverine's razor teeth biting into his calves. He reversed his blade, stabbing down at the wolverine's head. Burke became a serpent warped around his thigh. Kyle's blade missed by an inch, stabbing into the floor. Fangs sank into leg. Venom burned, shooting pain up into ...

... his groin. Kyle stumbled back, dropping his sword, tears blurring his vision. “No! You're not going to beat me, Burke!” The pain swelled with every beat of his heart. He reached down and grabbed the serpent's neck, prying it away from his leg, squeezing with every ounce of his strength. He would see the man dead even if it killed him. Burke shimmered and flowed like wax. Kyle's hand squeezed harder, but the serpent's neck grew thick. Burke stood before him, Kyle's hand gripping the man's shoulder. The dagger, red with his mom's blood, stabbed into Kyle's side. Kyle collapsed. “I do not know why I was so fearful of this confrontation,” Burke said, standing over him, the dagger stained with both Kyle and his mom's blood. “You were far weaker than I gave you credit for. Celestite must have been a fool to have been defeated by you.” Kyle struggled to hold on as his vision swam with black. Burke knelt down, the dagger poised over Kyle's heart. “I guess it's just old age. I have lost that recklessness of youth. When you're young, you think you are immortal. That nothing you do can ever go wrong. But the older you get, the more you realize that you can die. And when you're as old as I am, well, you become too cautious.” I can't die. He'll kill my wives. He'll drain Aaliyah. I have to fight. Kyle reached out his aura to his discarded sword, holding his hand before him, pointed at Burke's chest. “Is this some last, desperate attempt at life?” Burke asked, amusement tinging his voice. ...