Science Fiction: Welcome to my Worlds

jarring noise that he supposed was intended to be music coming faintly from the muffs. Good. With a little more irony than necessary Abdul motioned the other to enter and proceed. An itch under his turban distracted him momentarily and when he looked back he saw the idiot Faheen about to slit her throat.

Abdul couldn’t help a disgusted expression as he motioned for the other just to stab her in the heart. Faheen shook his head no and mouthed the words silently. “I want to see her bleed.” He really was going to have a word with Punjat when they got back.

His bushy face split by an ear-to-ear grin, Faheen put the knife to Missy’s throat—and jumped back a foot in terror as it spun out of his hand and stuck quivering in the ceiling. He whispered, “She IS a demon!”

Abdul gave him a scornful look that would have scorched paint. Never mind that he’d had similar doubts. He motioned the other back and drew his own blade. If Allah demanded, it would be done. He gripped the leather-covered handle with both hands, raised the vicious looking blade over his head and plunged it without hesitation toward the heart of the demon in disguise. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Faheen poised to run.