A hail of crossbow bolts shredded the air, striking down the men in the clearing and whistling through the portal before it could be closed. Clawed an... furry warriors poured through after them, carrying the fight to the enemy."Look out!"The stutter of a light machine pistol punctuated Phil's shout. Warriors stumbled and fell, blood staining striped fur, but the answering thud of crossbow bolts cut down the one guard who had managed to draw his weapon. Warriors fanned out through the corridors. I took a leave on that day and went to their home around 12 noon. I reached their home and greeted her. She was so beautiful than in the photos which she sent to me. I said the same to her. She smiled a bit but she was little tensed. I said to her not to be tensed and we will have a beautiful time. She was actually wearing a top and jeans. We sat in the sofa and I took her hand and kissed on fingers. She let her hand be like that and closed her eyes. Her hands were actually in full white color. It was Sunday. Except when he was working, Sunday mornings with my father meant either pancakes or French toast. We might not eat two other meals as a family all week but Sunday breakfast was a given. The only problem that I saw was that it would have to wait until Dave dragged his sorry ass out of bed. There wasn’t much to be done about that, though, so I decided to get up and see if I could work out how I wanted to handle meeting the Englemans. The best place handy to think was probably out. "Oh my Heavens," she gasped, one hand automatically raising to cover her open mouth, the other still grasping the bloody hatchet. It was then that she caught sight of the smears of dripping red that covered her hand. A shriek of horror died in her throat. Throwing her hand down, her eyes traveled the length of her naked body where blood splashed by the thrashing goat had painted her in gory red. "Oh... , oh... , oh my Heavens!" she exclaimed.Suddenly Mary was a blur of motion. Hatchet still.