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Buddy, still running, threw his spear. Tom shoved Denise aside. She stumbled, trying to stay up. Her foot struck a sprinkler head. Crying out, she fell sprawling. As she slid to a halt, she rolled onto her side and saw Tom running from Buddy. He only took a few strides before Buddy leaped and tackled him. |
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Then Lou walked out of the spray beyond Denise's feet. He had the fork in his right hand. His left hand was tugging at the belt of his pants. |
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'Leave me alone!' she gasped. 'It's over! Lou, it's over!' |
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She squirmed away from him, shoving herself over the grass with her heels and elbows. Lou unfastened the button at his waist. He started to pull his zipper down and Kara jumped onto his back. Denise jerked the baton up from her side. She rammed it upward with both hands. Lou fell, his belly striking the end of the metal tube, driving the baton down. She yelled as the weight of Lou and Kara pounded the baton's rubber knob against her ribs. |
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Lou shrieked as the pipe punched into him. |
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Denise bucked and squirmed. The weight shifted. Lou and Kara tumbled to the left. They hit the grass. Denise saw the baton jutting out of Lou. He had dropped his fork. He grabbed the baton with both hands and pulled. Inches of it slid out of him. The end made a hollow sucking pop when it came free. Blood poured from a hole the size of a nickel. |
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Kara, behind his back, got to her knees. 'Are you OK?' |
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