cb.imajica1-第100节
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s half…hard member in the other。 Every now and then he aimed the gun at the child's head； and another whoop came from
his lips。
Nothing would have given Gentle more satisfaction at that moment than unleashing a pneuma against them both from where he stood； but he still wielded the power ineptly and feared that he'd do Huzzah some accidental harm； so he crept a little closer； another explosion on the hill throwing its brutal light down on the scene。 By it he caught a glimpse of the Nullianac's work； and then； more stomach…turning still； heard Huzzah gasp。 The light withered as she did so； leaving the Nullianac's head to shed its flickering gleam on her pain。 The whooper was silent now； his eyes fixed on the violation。 Looking up； the Nullianac uttered a few syllables shaped out of the chamber between its skulls； and reluctantly the youth obeyed its order； retreating from the scene a little way。 Some crisis was near。 The arcs in the Nullianac's head were flaring with fresh urgency； its fingers working as if to expose Huzzah to their discharge。 Gentle drew breath； realizing he would have to risk hurting Huzzah if he was to prevent the certainty of worse harm。 The whooper heard his intake and turned to peer into the darkness。 As he did so another lethal brightness dropped around them from on high。 By it； Gentle stood revealed。
The youth fired on the instant； but either his ineptitude or his arousal spoiled his aim。 The shots went wide。 Gentle didn't give him a second chance。 Reserving his pneuma for the Nullianac； he threw himself at the youth； striking the weapon from his hand and kicking the legs from under him。 The whooper went down within inches of his gun； but before he could reclaim it Gentle drove his foot down on the outstretched fingers； bringing a very different kind of whoop from the kid's throat。
Now he turned back on the Nullianac； in time to see it raising its fireful head； the arcs cracking like slapsticks。 Gentle's fist went to his mouth； and he was discharging the pneuma when the whooper seized hold of his leg。 The death warrant went from Gentle's hand； but it struck the Nullianac's flank rather than its head； wounding but not dispatching it。 The kid hauled on Gentle's leg again； and this time he toppled； falling into the muck where he'd put the whooper seconds before； his punctured back striking the ground hard。 The pain blinded him； and when sight returned the youth was up； and rummaging among the arsenal at his belt。 Gentle glanced towards the Nullianac。 It had dropped against the wall； its head thrown back and spitting darts of fire。 Their light was little； but enough for Gentle to catch the gleam of the dropped gun at his side。 He reached for it as the delinquent's hand fumbled with another weapon； and he had it leveled before the youth could get his cracked finger on the trigger。 He pointed not at the youth's head or heart； but at his groin。 A littler target； but one which made the kid drop his gun instantly。
〃Don't do that； sirrah！〃 he said。
〃The belt；〃 Gentle said； getting to his feet as the youth unbuckled and unburdened himself of his filched arsenal。
By another blaze from above he saw the boy now full of tics and jitters； pitiful and powerless。 There would be no honor in shooting him down； whatever crimes he'd been responsible for。
〃Go home；〃 he said。 〃If I see your face ever again…〃 〃You won't； sirrah！〃 the boy said。 〃I swear！ I swear you
won't！〃
He didn't give Gentle time to change his mind； but fled as the light that had revealed his frailty faded。 Gentle turned the gun and his gaze upon the Nullianac。 It had raised itself from the ground and slid up the wall into a standing position； its fingers； their tips red with its deed； pressed to the place where the pneuma had struck it。 Gentle hoped it was suffering； but he had no way of knowing until it spoke。 When it did； when the words came from its wretched head； they were faltering and barely prehensible。
〃Which is it to be；〃 it said； 〃you or her？ I will kill one of
you before I pass。 Which is it to be？〃
〃I'll kill you first；〃 Gentle said； the gun pointed at the
Nullianac's head。
〃You could；〃 it said。 〃I know。 You murdered a brother
of mine outside Patashoqua。〃
〃Your brother； huh？〃
〃We're rare； and know each other's lives；〃 it said。
〃So don't get any rarer；〃 Gentle advised； taking a step towards Huzzah as he spoke； but keeping his eyes fixed on
her violator。
〃She's alive；〃 it said。 〃I wouldn't kill a thing so young。
Not quickly。 Young deserves slow。〃
Gentle risked a glance away from the creature。 Huzzah's eyes were indeed wide open and fixed upon him in her terror。
〃It's all right； angel；〃 he said； 〃nothing's going to happen to you。 Can you move？〃
He glanced back at the Nullianac as he spoke； wishing he had some way of interpreting the motions of its little fires。 Was it more grievously wounded than he'd thought； and preserving its energies for healing？ Or was it biding its time； waiting for its moment to strike？
Huzzah was pulling herself up into a sitting position； the motion bringing little whimpers of pain from her。 Gentle longed to cradle and soothe her； but all he'd dared do was drop to his haunches； his eyes fixed on her violator； and reach for the clothes she'd had torn from her；
〃Can you walk； angel？〃
〃I don't know；〃 she sobbed。
〃Please try。 I'll help you。〃
He put his hand out to do so but she avoided him； saying no through her tears and pulling herself to her feet。
〃That's good； sweetheart；〃 he said。 There was a reawakening in the Nullianac's head； the arcs dancing again。 〃I want you to start walking； angel；〃 Gentle said。 〃Don't worry about me； I'm ing with you。〃
She did as he instructed； slowly； the sobs still ing。 The Nullianac started to speak again as she went。
〃Ah； to see her like that。 It makes me ache。〃 The arcs had begun their din again； like distant firecrackers。 〃What would you do to save her little soul？〃 it said。
〃Just about anything；〃 Gentle replied。
〃You deceive yourself；〃 it said。 〃When you killed my brother； we inquired after you； my kin and I。 We know how foul a savior you are。 What's my crime beside yours？ A small thing； done because my appetite demands it。 But you…you…you've laid waste the hopes of generations。 You've destroyed the fruit of great men's trees。 And still you claim you would give yourself to save her little soul？〃
This eloquence startled Gentle； but its essence startled him more。 Where had the creature plucked these conceits from； that it could so easily spill them now？ They were inventions； of course； but they confounded him nevertheless； and his thoughts strayed from his present jeopardy for a vital moment。 The creature saw him drop his guard and acted on the instant。 Though it was no more than two yards from him； he heard the sliver of silence between the light and its report； a void confirming how foul a savior he was。 Death was on its way towards the child before his warning cry was even in his throat。
He turned to see his angel standing in the alleyway some distance from him。 She had either turned in anticipation； orhad been listening to the Nullianac's speech； because she stood full face to the blow ing at her。 Still； time ran slow； and Gentle had several aching moments in which to see how her eyes were fixed upon him； her tears all dried； her gaze unblinking。 Time too for that warning shout； in acknowledgment of which she closed her eyes； her face being a blank upon which he could inscribe any accusation his guilt wished to contrive。
Then the Nullianac's blow was upon her。 The force struck her body at speed； but it didn't break her flesh； and for an instant he dared hope she had found some defense against it。 But its hurt was more insidious than a bullet or a blow； its light spreading from the point of impact up to her face； where it entered by every means it could； and down to where its dispatcher's fingers had already pried。
He let out another shout； this time of revulsion； and turned back on the Nullianac； raising the gun its words had made him so forgetful of and firing at its heart。 It fell back against the wall； its arms slack at its side； the space between its skulls still issuing its lethal light。 Then he looked back at Huzzah； to see that it had eaten her away from the inside； and that she was flowing back along the line of her destroyer's gaze； into the chamber from which the stroke had been delivered。 Even as he watched； her face collapsed； and her limbs； never substantial； decayed and went the same way。 Before she was entirely consumed； however； the harm Gentle's bullet had done the Nullianac took its toll。 The stream of power fractured and failed。 When it did； darkness descended； and for a time Gentle couldn't even see the creature's body。 Then the bombardment on the hill began afresh； its blaze brief but bright enough to show him the Nullianac's corpse； lying in the dirt where it had squatted。
He watched it； expecting some final act of retaliation； but none came。 The light died； and left Gentle to retreat along the alleyway； weighed down not only by his failure to save Huzzah's life； but by his lack of prehension of what had just happened。 In plain terms； a child in his care had been
