The Book of Blood Volume 6 The Last Illusion Part 16

The Book of Blood Volume 6 The Last Illusion Part 16

'I have to stop him cleanly. In his tracks.' The wash of colours from the lights below painted his face one moment red, the next green, the next yellow; unadulterated hues, as in a child's paint-box. 'I won't have them tell lies about me,' he said again. 'To say I spill blood.' 'They told me nothing,' she assured him. He had given up his pillow entirely, and now moved to straddle her. His hands were done with tender touches. 'Shall I show you how clean I am?' he said: 'How easily I stop the drummer?' Before she could reply, his hands closed around her neck. She had no time even to gasp, let alone shout. His thumbs were expert; they found her windpipe and pressed. She heard the drummer quicken its rhythm in her ears. 'It's quick; and clean,' he was telling her, the colours still coming in predictable sequence. Red, yellow, green; red, yellow, green. There was an error here, she knew; a terrible misunderstanding which she…