It was Ernie, of course, standing on Craig's highest point, winding up
for another toss.
The threesome's second volley hit him all at once, from three sides,
high, low, and medium.
"Killed her, cut her up, buried her," Benny chanted. "Sliced her open
and cut her up," he called.
"SHUT UP!" Davey screamed. He was bleeding from the back of his head,
the blood trickling down the knobs of his spine, and he was crying,
sobbing.
"KILLED HER, CUT HER UP, SLICED HER OPEN," Ed-Fred-George chanted in
unison.
Alan tightened his grip on the cords wound around the handle of his
knife, and his knife hand bled from the puncture wounds left by Davey's
teeth.
Davey saw him coming and dropped to his knees, crying. Sobbing.
"Please," he said, holding his hands out before him, palms together,
begging.
"Please," he said, as the loop of intestine he'd been holding in trailed
free.
"Please," he said, as Alan seized him by the hair, jerked his head back,
and swiftly brought the knife across his throat.
Benny took his knife, and Ed-Fred-George coaxed Clarence into a slow,
deep fissuring. They dragged the body into the earthy crack and Clarence
swallowed up their brother.
Benny led Alan to the cave, where they'd changed his bedding and laid
out a half-eaten candy bar, a shopping bag filled with bramble-berries,
and a lock of Marci's hair, tied into a knot.
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