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I pushed the creature upward, fully extending my arms,
disallowing it access to my face. Tucking my legs beneath
its torso, I launched the beast into the ceiling fan. My
sister flashed her deadly smile, grinning in all directions,
opening arteries and exposing innards, sending a number of
my attackers screaming. One of the cannibals leapt at me
with reddened steak knives clenched in both hands. My fist
removed its lower jaw and my sister freed its bowels. I began
to rise up a second time. The gigantic creature was upon
me again. I seized its jaws, prying them open. This time,
something heavier than a chair smashed across my back. I
reeled as they piled atop me once again, sinking down.
“Take his weapons!” one of them screeched. The alien
creature occupied both my hands as I felt my father clawed
from my back. My anger cracked the monster’s jaw as I threw
it into the mob, and a subsequent blow cracked a cannibal’s
skull like an egg. I saw more rushing in, brandishing guns
and machetes. A bullet tore through my shoulder. My sister
retraced the path of the projectile. A stray silence amplified
the sound the gunman made when she entered his eye.
Something like a club struck my head and neck, over and
over again. I felt hands and claws pulling me down. The
world was becoming blood and outrage. The man-eater
I had followed to the restaurant was holding the great axe
above his head, as if to bring my own father down upon me.
When my father was raised into the air—and just as my
final and greatest rage brought me from the floor—I watched
the cannibal’s shadow swell monstrous and gigantic. Its
face twisted into a knotted mask of engorged arteries and
inhuman wrath. Its mouth exploded open, sending rotten
teeth spinning through the air. My father’s booming laughter
exploded from the thing’s ruined throat. The cannibal who
now cast my father’s shadow swung the great axe into the
huge beast, opening its brains to the darkness. My father’s
gaze burned from beyond the possessed creature’s eyes,
searing my face with a fury beyond calculation. While the
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