Vivisepulture by Wayne Andy; Simmons Tony; Remic Neal; Ballantyne Stan; Asher Colin; Nicholls Steven; Harvey Gary; Savile Adrian; McMahon Guy N.; Tchaikovsky Smith Read Free Book Online

Manufactory’s heard of Thaddeus Blaklok. And they know better than to face up to me… unless they want a kicking.’
    Milo began to snigger, with Krane following straight after. ‘Well, we’ll just see about that won’t we,’ he said. ‘Since we’re the ones with the sharp knives and all.’
    ‘All right, but don’t say you weren’t warned,’ Blaklok replied, as Milo waddled forward, his blades held out wide. He moved with a speed that belied his portly figure, his knives, one wickedly thin, one wickedly curved, sang a high-pitched song as they sliced the air. Blaklok dodged backward, to the side, ducked low as the weapons swept in from all angles, missing him by a hair’s breadth to take chunks out of the walls. All Blaklok could do was wait for a gap – surely this fat bastard couldn’t keep this up all night.
    Milo’s breath became more laboured with every swing of his arms until eventually he was forced to pause, blowing hard from out of a bright red face. Blaklok struck, taking the brief hiatus to leap forward with his head, smashing it into Milo’s nose and sending him reeling back into a polished cabinet. As a vase toppled over to smash on the floor, Krane moved in with his serrated blade. Blaklok only just managed to avoid it, feeling a sting of pain flare in his shoulder as he was cut.
    This one, tall and thin, seemed to revel in the dance, the grin on his face wide and toothy, his long limbs moving with expert precision ready to slice and dice. It took all of Blaklok’s speed and guile to avoid another wound. It was clear this one wasn’t going to tire any time soon. The initiative had to be taken.
    Blaklok stepped in, arm raised to block Krane’s knife arm. Then he reached out, grabbing the lanky bastard by the back of his neck and pulling him forward. His jaw clamped closed, teeth biting deep into Krane’s beaky nose. There was a brief struggle, as Krane dropped the knife, desperate to unclamp himself from Blaklok’s bite, but it was no good. He shrieked as Blaklok bit down hard, teeth crunching through flesh and cartilage, head writhing from side to side with a mouthful of nose.
    Krane fell back to the ground clutching his face as blood spurted through his fingers. Blaklok saw Milo coming in once more, too late to help his friend, but quick enough to get his vengeance. As the fat bloke advanced, Blaklok spat a gob of flesh, bone and blood into Milo’s face, at the same time catching the hand with the big curved blade as it scythed in. In a flash he’d twisted that fat, podgy wrist and dragged the knife from his hand. Milo had just enough time to gawp in surprise before Blaklok cut his other hand clean off, sending it falling to the ground, still gripping the needle thin stiletto. He kicked out, sending the fat bastard reeling as he let out a girl’s squeal, clutching tight to his severed appendage.
    Both men sat in a heap now, one gripping where his nose had been, the other desperate to stem the blood pissing from the stump at his wrist.
    ‘I did try and fucking warn you,’ said Blaklok, wiping the blood and snot from his lips. He wasn’t sure what kind of response he expected, but it wasn’t for the fat lad to stand up, screaming at the top of his voice before sprinting to one of the windows and jumping through it. Before the echo of smashed glass had even finished, the tall lanky one had followed his mate, jumping through the broken window, still clutching his shortened nose.
    ‘Bye then,’ Blaklok said, waving them off. He glanced around the corridor, at the bloodstains on the rug and broken glass and shattered furniture strewn all around. ‘Well, I think that was a good night’s work, all things considered.’
     
    ‘I want them dead!’ Arkell screamed, his face, so amiable a day before now twisted in rage.
    ‘Shout at me like that again and there’ll be a fucking corpse all right,’ Blaklok answered.
    That seemed to quell Arkell’s fire. There was no way he was going to