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Scratching
,
ripping
pain
scrawled
itself
across
his
face
,
his
neck
,
his
shoulders
.
The
ski
mask
was
torn
open
down
the
back
.
He
was
hurled
from
the
snowmobile
.
He
hit
the
snow
,
plowed
through
it
,
rolled
over
.
He
could
feel
it
coming
for
him
.
In
his
nostrils
there
was
a
bitter
smell
of
green
leaves
and
holly
.
A
huge
hedge
paw
batted
him
in
the
small
of
the
back
and
he
flew
ten
feet
through
the
air
,
splayed
out
like
a
rag
doll
.
He
saw
the
snowmobile
,
riderless
,
strike
the
embankment
and
rear
up
,
its
headlamp
searching
the
sky
.
It
fell
over
with
a
thump
and
stalled
.
Then
the
hedge
lion
was
on
him
.
There
was
a
crackling
,
rustling
sound
.
Something
raked
across
the
front
of
the
parka
,
shredding
it
.
It
might
have
been
stiff
twigs
,
but
Hallorann
knew
it
was
claws
.
"
You
’
re
not
there
!
"
Hallorann
screamed
at
the
circling
,
snarling
hedge
lion
.
"
You
’
re
not
there
at
all
!
"
He
struggled
to
his
feet
and
made
it
halfway
to
the
snowmobile
before
the
lion
lunged
,
batting
him
across
the
head
with
a
needletipped
paw
.
Hallorann
saw
silent
,
exploding
lights
.
"
Not
there
,
"
he
said
again
,
but
it
was
a
fading
mutter
.
His
knees
unhinged
and
dropped
him
into
the
snow
.
He
crawled
for
the
snowmobile
,
the
right
side
of
his
face
a
scarf
of
blood
.
The
lion
struck
him
again
,
rolling
him
onto
his
back
like
a
turtle
.
It
roared
playfully
.
Hallorann
struggled
to
reach
the
snowmobile
.
What
he
needed
was
there
.
And
then
the
lion
was
on
him
again
,
ripping
and
clawing
.
Wendy
risked
another
glance
over
her
shoulder
.
Jack
was
on
the
sixth
riser
,
clinging
to
the
banister
much
as
she
was
doing
herself
.
He
was
still
grinning
,
and
dark
blood
oozed
slowly
through
the
grin
and
slipped
down
the
line
of
his
jaw
.
He
bared
his
teeth
at
her
.
"
I
’
m
going
to
bash
your
brains
in
.
Bash
them
right
to
fuck
in
.
"
He
struggled
up
another
riser
.
Panic
spurred
her
,
and
the
ache
in
her
side
diminished
a
little
.
She
pulled
herself
up
as
fast
as
she
could
regardless
of
the
pain
,
yanking
convulsively
at
the
banister
.
She
reached
the
top
and
threw
a
glance
behind
her
.
He
seemed
to
be
gaining
strength
rather
than
losing
it
.
He
was
only
four
risers
from
the
top
,
measuring
the
distance
with
the
rogue
mallet
in
his
left
hand
as
he
pulled
himself
up
with
his
right
.
