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B35C9 - Smashed with a book

May 30th, 2020
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  1. I shot toward the door.
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  3. "Not so fast, little birdie," Tennant hissed.
  4.  
  5. My super-keen ears heard it coming. A book. A big, hardcover book.
  6.  
  7. BONK!
  8.  
  9. It nailed me. I fell to the carpet. Wind knocked out of me. Stunned. Brain whirling. Images of big snakes coming down a branch for me.
  10.  
  11. Tennant pounced on me. Snatched me up in his hands and pressed his thumbs into my chest. Started to squeeze. "I'll teach you to crap on my desk, you little -"
  12.  
  13. My ribs! Bending! Collapsing!
  14.  
  15. My lungs! About to explode! Blood surging to my head!
  16.  
  17. <Aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrgghhhhhhhhhh!> I was screaming.
  18.  
  19. <Marco! Hang on! Hang on!>
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  21. My eyes were locked on Tennant's face. He was gritting his teeth. His pale blue eyes bulged, suddenly shot through with red veins. A vein in his temple swelled and throbbed.
  22.  
  23. He looked like he was going to explode, erupt like a broken cyst. But his hands were no longer tightening. Then I got it. The Yeerk was struggling. Battling something within the body. Battling William Roger Tennant. The real human named William Roger Tennant.
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  25. "Oh, little birdie, little birdie," Tennant whispered. "If only you could hear my host's cries of anguish. His pleas to spare your worthless life. Humans! Such a weak, sentimental species."
  26.  
  27. Then he loosened his grip and began to stroke my feathers.
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  29. "Oh, how I would love to kill you," he crooned. "If for no other reason than to hear the cries of agony from this pathetic host's tortured mind, oh yes, oh yes. But I won't kill you. Not now. No, no, no. I'm looking forward to the day when I can kill all of you horrible little creatures at once! Oh, what joy that will be! Perhaps such carnage will be enough to break this human's spirit, once and for all!"
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  31. Still, he kept stroking me. Eyes glittering. Sweat popping out in beads on his forehead.
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  33. I tried to relax. Tried to remain calm. He was going to let me go. Wasn't he? He didn't seem to notice that Rachel had returned. Was fluttering overhead, watching, ready to strike.
  34.  
  35. Like she could inflict serious harm in cockatiel morph.
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