Зеленая миля

Chapter 2

           TheotherthingIsawwasDeanStanton’sred,swellingface.Hewasdyinginfrontofmyeyes.WhartonsawtheguninmyhandandturnedDeantowardit,sothatI’dalmostcertainlyhavetohitonetohittheother.FromoverDean’sshoulder,oneblazingblueeyedaredmetoshoot.Wharton’sothereyewashiddenbyDean’shair.BehindthemIsawPercystandingirresolute,withhisbatonhalf-raised.Andthen,fillingtheopendoorwaytotheprisonyard,amiracleintheflesh:BrutusHowell.Theyhadfinishedmovingthelastoftheinfirmaryequipment,andhehadcomeovertoseewhowantedcoffee.

           Heactedwithoutamoment’shesitationshovedPercyasideandintothewallwithtooth-rattlingforce,pulledhisownbatonoutofitsloop,andbroughtitcrashingdownonthebackofWharton’sheadwithalltheforceinhismassiverightarm.Therewasadullwhock!Soundanalmosthollowsound,asiftherewerenobrainatallunderWharton’sskullandthechainfinallyloosenedaroundDean’sneck.WhartonwentdownlikeasackofmealandDeancrawledaway,hackingharshlyandholdingonehandtohisthroat,hiseyesbulging.

           Ikneltbyhimandheshookhisheadviolently."Okay,"herasped."Takecare...him!"HemotionedatWharton."Lock!Cell!"

           Ididn’tthinkhe’dneedacell,ashardasBrutalhadhithim;Ithoughthe’dneedacoffin.Nosuchluck,though.Whartonwasconkedout,butalongwayfromdead.

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