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But
Ollie
Weeks
was
like
a
rock
.
He
raised
Amanda
's
pistol
as
calmly
as
a
man
on
a
target
range
and
emptied
it
in
spaced
shots
into
the
creature
at
point-blank
range
.
Whatever
hell
it
came
from
,
it
was
n't
invulnerable
.
A
black
ichor
splattered
from
its
body
and
it
made
a
terrible
mewling
sound
,
so
low
it
was
more
felt
than
heard
,
like
a
bass
note
from
a
synthesizer
.
Then
it
scuttered
back
into
the
mist
and
was
gone
.
It
might
have
been
a
phantasm
from
a
horrible
drug-dream
...
except
for
the
puddles
of
sticky
black
stuff
it
had
left
behind
.
There
was
a
clang
as
Buddy
finally
dropped
his
steel
pinchbar
.
"
He
's
dead
,
"
Ollie
said
.
"
Let
him
go
,
David
.
The
fu
**
ing
thing
got
his
femoral
artery
,
he
's
dead
.
Let
's
get
the
Christ
out
of
here
.
"
His
face
was
once
more
running
with
sweat
and
his
eyes
bulged
from
his
big
round
face
.
One
of
the
web-strands
floated
easily
down
on
the
back
of
his
hand
and
Ollie
swung
his
arm
,
snapping
it
.
The
strand
left
a
bloody
weal
.
Mrs.
Reppler
screamed
"
Ware
!
"
again
,
and
we
turned
toward
her
.
Another
of
them
had
come
out
of
the
mist
and
had
wrapped
its
legs
around
Dan
Miller
in
a
mad
lover
's
embrace
.
He
was
striking
at
it
with
his
fists
.
As
I
bent
and
picked
up
Buddy
's
pinchbar
,
the
spider
began
to
wrap
Dan
in
its
deadly
thread
,
and
his
struggles
became
a
grisly
,
jittering
death
dance
.
Mrs.
Reppler
walked
toward
the
spider
with
a
can
of
Black
Flag
insect
repellent
held
outstretched
in
one
hand
.
The
spider
's
legs
reached
for
her
.
She
depressed
the
button
and
a
cloud
of
the
stuff
jetted
into
one
of
its
sparkling
,
jewel-like
eyes
.
That
low-pitched
mewling
sound
came
again
.
The
spider
seemed
to
shudder
all
over
and
then
it
began
to
lurch
backward
,
hairy
legs
scratching
at
the
pavement
.
It
dragged
Dan
's
body
,
bumping
and
rolling
,
behind
it
.
Mrs.
Reppler
threw
the
can
of
bug
spray
at
it
.
It
bounced
off
the
spider
's
body
and
clattered
to
the
hottop
.
The
spider
struck
the
side
of
a
small
sports
car
hard
enough
to
make
it
rock
on
its
springs
,
and
then
it
was
gone
.
I
got
to
Mrs.
Reppler
,
who
was
swaying
on
her
feet
and
dead
pale
.
I
put
an
arm
around
her
.
"
Thank
you
,
young
man
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
feel
a
bit
faint
.
"
"
That
's
okay
,
'
I
said
hoarsely
"
I
would
have
saved
him
if
I
could
.
"
"
I
know
that
.
"
