Little Fighter (The Lost Boys)

Chapter Twenty-One: Welcome To My Nightmare

Sarah's eyes flew open.

Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god!

She planted her hands against Lincoln's chest and shoved him away from her as hard as she could. They both hit the dirt just as the blood came pouring out of her in a thick red stream. She choked back the gore as her mind tried to purge what it had just experienced. But it was no use. It was there now. The memories. Stuck inside her head for good.

This was a mistake.

"That was David's reaction too. I could never forget that part." Lincoln's voice rattled like an old tin can as he braced himself against the front tire of the Chevelle.

"Impossible."

Sarah wheezed before another wave of nausea gripped her. Partially digested blood soaked the dry ground around before she struggled to her feet, half-covered in her own crimson vomit.

"What-what was that?"

"I warned you."

Sarah just stared down at Lincoln in horror.

"He took you apart! Lincoln, he-."

It had gone beyond a savage beat down. Beyond anything she could fathom on her own. Drawn and quartered with a railroad spike. Flayed alive while suspended by what was left. Just thinking of it made Sarah heave again.

What Lincoln had done with the bodies of fifteen Santa Carla residents had been an atrocity. Unforgivable. Max had returned the gesture. Only he had wiped the floor with Lincoln before he disemboweled and hung him by his own entrails so that he had easy access to destroy every nerve ending with a discarded metal pipe.

Sarah pulled herself out of the memory before she could witness what came after. She never wanted witness something like that ever again.

"Seen enough? Cause there's a lot more."

Sarah shook her head vehemently.

"No. No more. Please. I don't want to know."

"So, you still wanna take on Max? Now that you've seen what he can do?"

"Why don't you ask him!"

Lincoln never saw what hit him. A baseball bat slammed into the side of his skull with a god-awful crack. Paul let loose a victorious war whoop as he wielded the metal bat aloft and slammed it down again, this time right into Lincoln's face as he pitched forward.

"Paybacks a bitch huh!"

Paul snarls were laced with venom as he grabbed Lincoln by his hair. Marko materialized at his side with a lead pipe under one arm and grabbed hold of Lincoln's legs. Together the two lifted the concussed vampire and hauled him away from the muscle car so that they would have enough room to work Lincoln over with as much finesse that they could manage in the short amount of time that they had.

"Lincoln!"

Sarah's panicked scream turned into a surprised screech when an arm snaked around her throat and squeezed.

"He can't hear you." David hissed into Sarah's ear as his hand clamped over her mouth and jerked her backward. Caught unprepared Sarah's reaction time was too slow. That gave David enough of an advantage to wrestle her to the ground and pin her beneath him.

"David? What are you doing here? Leave Lincoln alone!" Sarah coughed as David wrenched her right arm behind her back. "Let me go! Lincoln!"

"Oh shut up!" David snapped and slapped Sarah as she tried to fight back. Hard.