The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 10 How the Bones Fell

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Soon after, the last of the light disappeared, leaving the cell in darkness. Mao lay down to sleep, only to toss and turn with fever.

“I hear something,” Chue said after a while, and Mao roused herself with difficulty.

Chue moved to where she could ambush anyone entering the room, and Mao readied the blanket.

When the door opened, the two brothers stepped in, one carrying a torch. Chue had her cord around Cudgel’s neck before he knew what was happening. Mao was slower. She stumbled toward the second man and missed his head with the blanket. Instead, the torchlight vanished as the blanket enveloped it.

Mao’s opponent swung blindly, landing a glancing blow to her shoulder. Mao spun, fell, and dropped the blanket on the floor, where it lay smoking amid a #litter of dishes.

With one savage kick at Mao, her opponent turned to help his brother, who was desperately pulling at the tightly wound cord around his neck.

Mao grabbed at her attacker’s ankles only to be kicked aside again. She landed, face pressed against the blanket. She coughed, inhaling the smoke from the smoldering wool. The embers burned her cheek. Half-rising, she grabbed the torch and swung at her opponent.

The embers flared as they whistled through the air, and flames licked up through holes in the cloth.

The blow landed just below the man’s knee, and he staggered.

“Jese, bitch,” the man swore, kicking at her once more.

Behind him, his brother slumped soundlessly to the floor. Chue scooped up his cudgel. There was a sharp crack, and the second man toppled, joining his brother on the ground.

“Chue thinks we should go before someone else comes,” and with those words, she helped Mao to her feet.

Mao staggered, then reluctantly allowed Chue to help her move out into the hall.

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