Napoleon: A Horror Novel
Wayne Kyle Spitzer
- The
- steel
- mesh
- started
- to
- break:
- first
- one
- joint,
- then
- another.
- Napoleon
- stood
- sideways
- on
- the
- fence
- like
- a
- parrot,
- his
- splayed
- toes
- gripping
- the
- bars.
- He
- braced
- himself
- with
- his
- legs
- and
- pulled
- at
- the
- grid
- with
- his
- teeth.
- The
- muscles
- of
- his
- neck
- rippled;
- his
- growl
- was
- a
- steady
- trill.
- Metal
- squealed
- as
- he
- peeled
- a
- section
- back.Lightning
- flashed
- nearby,
- followed
- by
- a
- crack-kaboom!
- In
- the
- wash
- of
- light,
- the
- man
- saw
- the
- dinosaur
- looking
- at
- him.
- Glaring
- at
- him.
- Its
- color
- had
- gone
- blood
- red.He
- dropped
- the
- shock
- prod
- and
- swallowed,
- tasting
- bile.
- His
- head
- was
- swimming;
- he
- felt
- nauseated.
- The
- game
- had
- gone
- far
- enough.
- He
- had
- to
- end
- it—had
- to
- end
- it
- now.
- He
- stepped
- back
- over
- to
- the
- control
- box
- and
- flipped
- it
- open,
- sought
- out
- the
- RUN
- ELECTRIFICATION
- button.
- He
- punched
- it
- with
- the
- bottom
- of
- his
- fist.The
- air
- seemed
- to
- vibrate,
- and
- sparks
- exploded
- beneath
- Napoleon's
- hands
- and
- feet.
- The
- dinosaur
- was
- knocked
- off
- the
- fence
- instantly.
- It
- crashed
- into
- the
- mud
- with
- a
- tremendous
- splash
- and
- writhed
- violently.
- Then
- it
- struggled
- to
- its
- feet
- and
- latched
- onto
- the
- fence
- again.
- Sparks
- popped
- and
- spit;
- there
- was
- the
- smell
- of
- burnt
- flesh.
- Napoleon
- backed
- off,
- cocking
- his
- head.
- His
- fore-claws
- opened
- and
- closed.
- He
- sniffed
- at
- the
- electrically
- charged
- air,
- and
- at
- the
- ground.
- His
- left
- foot
- was
- smoking.
- He
- didn't
- approach
- the
- fence
- again.The
- man
- stepped
- closer
- and
- peered
- through
- the
- mesh.
- “You’re
- learning,
- aren't
- you?”
- He
- scooped
- up
- the
- shock
- prod
- from
- the
- mud
- and
- wiped
- it
- on
- his
- lab
- coat.
- “You’re
- learning
- not
- to
- mess
- with
- me,
- aren't you?”
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