I pulled my Taser out of my bag, and held it in front of me.
Bea just laughed.
“Sweetie, a little shock isn’t going to do much to me.” She
motioned towards the twisted hunk of technology in her chest. “Electricity is
part of me now.”
Then, without warning, she let out a high pitched howl and
rushed at me, her arms outstretched. She moved quickly for her age, her aching
hip and bad knees no longer an issue.
No longer an issue because she was no longer alive.
I thrust the Taser forward, and the two metal prongs at the
top made contact with her pace maker. I held down the button, and prayed to God
it worked.
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