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Delacroix
snapped
forward
,
dropped
back
,
snapped
forward
,
fell
back
.
Percy
was
staring
at
him
with
slack-jawed
horror
.
He
had
expected
something
,
sure
,
but
not
this
.
The
mask
burst
into
flame
on
Delacroix
's
face
.
The
smell
of
cooking
hair
and
sponge
was
now
joined
by
the
smell
of
cooking
flesh
.
Brutal
grabbed
the
bucket
the
sponge
had
been
in
--
it
was
empty
now
,
of
course
--
and
charged
for
the
extra-deep
janitor
's
sink
in
the
corner
.
"
Should
n't
I
kill
the
juice
,
Paul
?
"
Van
Hay
called
through
the
mesh
.
He
sounded
completely
rattled
.
"
Should
n't
--
"
"
No
!
"
I
shouted
back
.
Brutal
had
understood
it
first
,
but
I
had
n't
been
far
behind
:
we
had
to
finish
it
.
Whatever
else
we
might
do
in
all
the
rest
of
our
lives
was
secondary
to
that
one
thing
:
we
had
to
finish
with
Delacroix
.
"
Roll
,
for
Christ
's
sake
!
Roll
,
roll
,
roll
!
"
I
turned
to
Brutal
,
hardly
aware
of
the
people
talking
behind
us
now
,
some
on
their
feet
,
a
couple
screaming
.
"
Quit
that
!
"
I
yelled
at
Brutal
.
"
No
water
!
No
water
!
Are
you
nuts
?
"
Brutal
turned
toward
me
,
a
kind
of
dazed
understanding
on
his
face
.
Throw
water
on
a
man
who
was
getting
the
juice
.
Oh
yes
.
That
would
be
very
smart
.
He
looked
around
,
saw
the
chemical
fire
extinguisher
hanging
on
the
wall
,
and
got
that
instead
.
Good
boy
.
The
mask
had
peeled
away
from
Delacroix
's
face
enough
to
reveal
features
that
had
gone
blacker
than
John
Coffey
's
.
His
eyes
,
now
nothing
but
misshapen
globs
of
white
,
filmy
jelly
,
had
been
blown
out
of
their
sockets
and
lay
on
his
cheeks
.
His
eyelashes
were
gone
,
and
as
I
looked
,
the
lids
themselves
caught
fire
and
began
to
burn
.
Smoke
puffed
from
the
open
V
of
his
shirt
.
And
still
the
humming
of
the
electricity
went
on
and
on
,
filling
my
head
,
vibrating
in
there
.
I
think
it
's
the
sound
mad
people
must
hear
,
that
or
something
like
it
.
Dean
started
forward
,
thinking
in
some
dazed
way
that
he
could
beat
the
fire
out
of
Del
's
shirt
with
his
hands
,
and
I
yanked
him
away
almost
hard
enough
to
pull
him
off
his
feet
.
Touching
Delacroix
at
that
point
would
have
been
like
Brer
Rabbit
punching
into
the
Tar-Baby
.
An
electrified
Tar-Baby
,
in
this
case
.
