LaLaurie was quick, dodging the blade and kicking Bones in the thigh, where a particularly large piece of silver was still lodged.
It cost him a step as he spun again to avoid Delphineâs attack from behind. Her knife cleaved into his upper arm instead of through his neck. It bit deep, though, almost severing the limb. Delphine was strong, and she wasnât fighting like a novice. She slashed at him while Louis attacked from the front. All the silver in his flesh was using up his strength as his body automatically attempted to heal itselfâand heal the new injuries that were being inflicted, one after the other.
Delphine and Louis forced him back, causing him to almost trip over a piece of rubble. His left arm, hanging by a few ligaments, took a few seconds to repair itself, but those seconds were costly. Bones couldnât use the arm to fight, and Louis and Delphine were pressing their advantage. More silver hacked at him, until every inch of his body felt like was burning and his blood spattered the ground around them, weakening him further.
Sensing victory was close, Delphine leaped onto his back, savagely tearing at him with both her teeth and her knives. Bones couldnât dislodge her and keep Louis at bay. He couldnât even get more of his knives, since Delphine had managed to rip his coat off in her rabid attack. He couldnât reach the ones strapped to his legs, either, without Louis taking his head off as soon as Bones bent down.
Louis smiled, feral and satisfied, as an upward swipe bit deep into Bonesâs gut, making him hunch instinctively at the blast of agony. Delphine redoubled her efforts and focused on hacking at his neck, realizing she couldnât penetrate the Kevlar on his back or chest.
A blur in the corner of the room made Bones drop down on one knee. Louis let out a triumphant laugh, but Bones wasnât kneeling in defeat. It was because heâd seen what Louis, with his back turned and his attention fixated on Bones, hadnât noticed.
Delphine saw it, too. She started to scream even as Bones sprang back, slamming both of them against the wall behind himâwhile a long, curved blade arced its way through Louis LaLaurieâs neck.
Louisâs head turned to the right and kept going. It rolled off his shoulders even as he slumped forward, a dark, viscous hole facing Bones where his head used to be. Ralmiel held a red-smeared blade behind him.
Delphine screamed again, in a piercing wail of rage and grief. Bones didnât hesitate. He reached into his boots and pulled out the two oblong canisters they contained, ripping the tops off and stabbing them into her chest.
The twin flares erupted, lighting her clothes on fire as they burned her from the inside out. Bones held on to them, pitilessly pushing them deeper. A ghoulâs body didnât have enough blood in it to put them out. Delphineâs screams became frenzied, her legs and arms scissoring madly as she tried to escape. Bones pinned her to the floor, ignoring the licking flames on him as she continued to burn. Heâd fed well before tonight; he wouldnât burn as easily. The firespread through Delphineâs body, splitting and blackening her skin faster than she could heal.
Something savage in Bones made him want to prolong this. To keep shoving flares into Delphine and burning her until there was nothing left but ash, except there wasnât time. Sirens wailed, getting louder. The police would be there soon. That bomb, though relatively small, hadnât gone unnoticed.
Bones pulled a long blade from his boot, letting Delphine see the gleam of the metal as he held it above her. Then Bones cut deeply through Delphineâs neck, feeling little satisfaction as her head rolled across the floor to stop at Louisâs decapitated corpse. After all the evil the two had committed, it was too quick and merciful an end for them.
But Jelani, at last you have your vengeance.
Ralmiel walked
It cost him a step as he spun again to avoid Delphineâs attack from behind. Her knife cleaved into his upper arm instead of through his neck. It bit deep, though, almost severing the limb. Delphine was strong, and she wasnât fighting like a novice. She slashed at him while Louis attacked from the front. All the silver in his flesh was using up his strength as his body automatically attempted to heal itselfâand heal the new injuries that were being inflicted, one after the other.
Delphine and Louis forced him back, causing him to almost trip over a piece of rubble. His left arm, hanging by a few ligaments, took a few seconds to repair itself, but those seconds were costly. Bones couldnât use the arm to fight, and Louis and Delphine were pressing their advantage. More silver hacked at him, until every inch of his body felt like was burning and his blood spattered the ground around them, weakening him further.
Sensing victory was close, Delphine leaped onto his back, savagely tearing at him with both her teeth and her knives. Bones couldnât dislodge her and keep Louis at bay. He couldnât even get more of his knives, since Delphine had managed to rip his coat off in her rabid attack. He couldnât reach the ones strapped to his legs, either, without Louis taking his head off as soon as Bones bent down.
Louis smiled, feral and satisfied, as an upward swipe bit deep into Bonesâs gut, making him hunch instinctively at the blast of agony. Delphine redoubled her efforts and focused on hacking at his neck, realizing she couldnât penetrate the Kevlar on his back or chest.
A blur in the corner of the room made Bones drop down on one knee. Louis let out a triumphant laugh, but Bones wasnât kneeling in defeat. It was because heâd seen what Louis, with his back turned and his attention fixated on Bones, hadnât noticed.
Delphine saw it, too. She started to scream even as Bones sprang back, slamming both of them against the wall behind himâwhile a long, curved blade arced its way through Louis LaLaurieâs neck.
Louisâs head turned to the right and kept going. It rolled off his shoulders even as he slumped forward, a dark, viscous hole facing Bones where his head used to be. Ralmiel held a red-smeared blade behind him.
Delphine screamed again, in a piercing wail of rage and grief. Bones didnât hesitate. He reached into his boots and pulled out the two oblong canisters they contained, ripping the tops off and stabbing them into her chest.
The twin flares erupted, lighting her clothes on fire as they burned her from the inside out. Bones held on to them, pitilessly pushing them deeper. A ghoulâs body didnât have enough blood in it to put them out. Delphineâs screams became frenzied, her legs and arms scissoring madly as she tried to escape. Bones pinned her to the floor, ignoring the licking flames on him as she continued to burn. Heâd fed well before tonight; he wouldnât burn as easily. The firespread through Delphineâs body, splitting and blackening her skin faster than she could heal.
Something savage in Bones made him want to prolong this. To keep shoving flares into Delphine and burning her until there was nothing left but ash, except there wasnât time. Sirens wailed, getting louder. The police would be there soon. That bomb, though relatively small, hadnât gone unnoticed.
Bones pulled a long blade from his boot, letting Delphine see the gleam of the metal as he held it above her. Then Bones cut deeply through Delphineâs neck, feeling little satisfaction as her head rolled across the floor to stop at Louisâs decapitated corpse. After all the evil the two had committed, it was too quick and merciful an end for them.
But Jelani, at last you have your vengeance.
Ralmiel walked
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