BAD MOON RISING

Chapter One Bravo

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A/N: Scene continues directly from previous chapter.

"Don't you put your hands on me." Silvers screamed down at Wes. "I don't let anybody put their hands on me. Oh yes," His eyes caught sight of the mock dagger paperknife on the desk and picked it up with loving care, testing the edge with his thumb and then running it along his lips. His eyes blazed with the fire of a roused psychopath.

"Oh yes, old man, this will do nicely, very nicely indeed." Silvers held the dagger pointing it at Wes, who slithered along the floor, jaw open and wide eyed in fright trying to distance himself from his attacker. "Get away from me you ... you maniac."

Silvers laughed, a rippling, giggling sound, his shoulders shook and his hand trembled as he held the knife moving forward as Wes moved back, standing astride the man and bringing the knife ever closer to Wes as he lay on the floor.

"No, no, leave me alone, just get out of here and leave me alone." Wes pleaded, raising more insane laughter from Silvers.

"But you were unkind to me," he pouted," very unkind to me, and my friend the knife here knows it too. Do you know what the knife said to me, do you?"

A sharper tone came into Silvers' voice and the expression on his face became serious. "Answer me, do you know what the knife said?"

Wes gulped and cried out in dismay, "No ...I don't know what the knife said ... what did it say?"

Silvers face broke into a smile. "That's better, that's much better old man. The knife says you have been nasty to me and it will help me teach you a lesson."

Silvers bent down, circling the tip of the knife an inch in front of the hotelier's nose.

Wes brought up his hands as if to shield himself from an attack. "No please Mr. Silvers, I'm sorry I upset you. I got a lot of problems on my mind with them upstairs."

Silvers stood upright, legs astride Wes's supine body. His smile broke into a broad grin "You're sorry, and you're being polite now, that's nice, really nice. I forgive you, because I'm a nice guy. ...What am I old man?"Wes gulped and swallowed several times before speaking.

"You're ... you're a nice man Mr. Silvers."

The boy chuckled, holding the knife against his cheek and running his thumb across the blade. "I accept your apology. That's all okay with me now."

Wes gathered his breath in short gasps and brought his legs together as if to get up from the floor. "Can I... can I get up now please Mr. Silvers?"

The smile dropped instantly from the boy's face and the bonhomie disappeared from his demeanour. "No," he bawled, "it wouldn't be right. This isn't finished yet."

"Oh no," Wes sobbed, falling back onto the floor, his body convulsing in terror.

Silvers bent down and circled the knife in front of the man's face again.

"But I apologised to you, what more do you want me to do," Wes moaned.

"You must apologise to my friend the knife."

"What?"

"You must apologise to my friend the knife."

"How fer Chrissake? How do I apologise to a goddamned knife?"

"Oh that's bad, you've really upset him now, but he said it will be alright if you apologise...maybe he'll only cut you a little bit."

"Oh God, tell me this is a bad dream... pleeeease?"

Silvers sniggered. "It's no dream, now unless you apologise to the knife..."

"I apologise... I apologise Mr. Knife... I really do, now can I get up."

                    A/N" Scene concludes in the next chapter