Jay - Killz Flanz

Which left only one useful person. Jay Waringcrane. As he climbed onto the stage Flanz-le-Flore already had her boot raised to hit another lever. He didn't give her a chance. He threw his bat and it clanked against the base of the throne, forcing Flanz-le-Flore to tuck her legs up onto the seat as he rushed toward her, stooped, and snatched his ricocheting bat. He swung it the only way he knew: hard.

The bat connected with her head before he had time to think about it and by the time he did half her face including one eyeball was already melting, running down off her skull like her flesh had only been paint. He reeled back from the sight and she launched off the throne and wrapped her arms around him, pushing her grotesque face closer to him, opening a jaw where one cheek was no more than a few gooey sinews and saying: "We could've been so happy. We could've been—" But then her tongue flowed between the shattered gaps in her teeth and her voice degenerated into a gurgle.

Her body weighed next to nothing and her grasp immediately weakened. Jay whirled, forced her away from him, and dropped her into the open trapdoor.

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[9] The Same Wrong Even More Ruthlessly