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Kat burst in, choking and gasping for breath. Everyone looked at her, alarmed. Damien ran over to help her.
"Kat! What happened?" he exclaimed.
"It--it--" Kat choked, trying to catch her breath. She coughed violently, then said, "It--was--(cough) Luther!"
"Luther!" everyone repeated. [Note--*cue dramatic music* DUN-DUN-DUNNNN!]
"What'd he do?" Damien asked, growing furious. "If he hurt you--"
Kat cut him off with a shake of her head. She rubbed her neck. "He didn't do anything. That's what puzzles me. I expected (cough) him to kill me--or worse!"
"What'd he want? Or say?" Chernobyl asked.
"He said that even if Ms. Laws isn't with us, we're in trouble," Kat said, still rubbing her sore neck. Then, realizing what she'd said, she glanced at Ms. Laws. Ms. Laws was trembling.
"It--it..." Kat stuttered, speechless.
"It's not your fault," Ms. Laws quavered, tears welling up in her eyes. "It's just--" She broke off and started crying. Amy, Kat's friend, put her arm around her symathetically [sic].
"It's just--" Ms. Laws tried again, "they watch my every move. They know where I am every single minute. I can't get away!" [Note--this bit of speech was taken verbatim from the tabloid article which inspired the story.]
"Everything's going to be okay," Amy said.
"Sure thing," D. J. muttered. "Listen, Dami, if Luther says we're in trouble, we're in trouble. I know him. Don't you know his record?"
"Yes!" Damien snapped. "He's a murderer and a ra--" He, like Kat, caught himself at the last minute, but the "ra" was a dead ringer. [Note--a word I still have difficulty using.] Ms. Laws lost it completely and hid her face.
"Good going, you two!" Chernobyl accused.
D. J. spun around and stormed out, the screen door banging. A gust of cold air flew in, tossing along a few dead leaves which landed on the heavy carpet. Kat wistfully picked them up and crushed them. Dust gently settled on the floor.
"If only we could do that to Scorpio," Choby mumbled. "If only we had a secret weapon to crush them."
Damien sat on the altar, looking like The Thinker, only with a scowl on his face. Then, slowly, his face lit up. He lifted his head and smiled. "Oh, I never even thought of it before!"
"What?" Ms. Laws choked, lifting her head.
Damien laughed. "We do have a secret weapon! It practically rains all over us!"
Father Damien gasped. "Water!"
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