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Agents were rousting more of them on the second floor. There were fistfights, but still no gunshots. No one seriously hurt. A sense of anticlimax. A skinny boy screamed at the top of his voice and rushed at me. He seemed to have no fear of my drawn gun. His eyes were blood-red. Color contacts. He was growling and drooling frothy saliva. I took him down in a head lock, cuffed him, told him to chill before he got himself hurt. I doubt that he weighed much more than a hundred and forty pounds, but he was wiry and stronger than he looked. An agent near me wasn't so lucky - a heavy-set redheaded girl bit him in the cheek as he was attempting to restrain her. Then the girl bit into his chest. The agent howled, and struggled to get her off. She held on like a dog with a bone. I yanked the girl away and cuffed her arms behind her back. She wore a black T-shirt with'Merry Fuckin'Xmas Bitch'printed on it. She had tattoos of snakes and skulls everywhere. She was screaming in my face,'You are unworthy! You suck!' 'The one we want is in the cellar! The killer,' Kyle called to me. Trwin Snyder!' I followed him through a dysfunctional kitchen, then out back to a slanted wooden door that led to a cellar. We had our guns drawn. From what we knew about the viciousness and suddenness of the Irwin Snyder attacks, nobody wanted to go into the cellar. I yanked open the door and we edged inside. Kyle, two other agents and I went down three rickety wooden steps. It was quiet and dark. An agent worked a flashlight around. Then we saw the killer. He saw us too.
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A well-built teenaged boy in a soiled black leather studded vest and black jeans was crouched, waiting for us in the far corner of the cellar. He had a crowbar. He leaped up and began swinging it over his head. He was growling. It had to be Irwin Snyder, the boy who had killed his parents. He was so damn young, just seventeen. What had gotten into his head? Gold fangs protruded from his mouth. Contacts made his eyes appear blood-red. His nose and eyebrows were pierced with at least a dozen gold and silver tiny hoops. He was tightly muscled and over six feet tall. He'd been a star football player before he suddenly dropped out of school. Snyder continued to growl at us. He stood in an oozing groundwater puddle and didn't seem aware of it. His eyes were glazed and seemed to be set way back in his skull. 'Back off!'he shouted.'Y'all have no idea how much shit you're in. Y'all have no goddamn idea! Get the tuck out of here! Get out of our house!'He was serious; he believed every word he said. He was still swinging the heavy, rusted crowbar. We stopped moving. I wanted to hear whatever he had to say. 'What kind of shit are we in?' I asked Snyder. 'I know who you are!' he shouted, spraying spit all the way across the room. He was in a murderous rage. He looked stoned beyond comprehension. 'Who am I?' I asked him. How could he know? 'You're rucking Cross, that's who,' he said, and bared long canine -------------- 142 --------------
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teeth, the smile of a madman. His answer shook me up. 'The rest of y'all are FBI dogs! Y'all deserve to die! You will! The Cross don't work here, assholes.' 'Why did you kill your mother and father?' Kyle asked from his place on the stairs. 'To free'm/Snyder sneered.'Now, they're free as little birdies in the air.' 'I don't believe you,'I said.'That's bullshit.' He continued to growl like a barnyard dog.'Smarter than you look. Cross.' 'Why did you use metal fangs when you bit them? What does the Tiger mean, Irwin?' I asked another couple of questions. 'You already know, or you wouldn't ask,' he said, and laughed wickedly. His real teeth were yellow and nicotine-stained. His black jeans were filthy, and looked as if they'd been dipped in ashes. The leather vest had studs missing. The cellar smelled awful, like spoiled meat. What had happened down here? I almost didn't want to know. 'Why did you kill your parents?' I asked again. 'Killed them to free myself,' he screamed. 'Killed their asses 'cause I follow the Tiger.' 'Who's the Tiger? What does the Tiger mean?' His eyes danced with mischief. 'Oh, you'll see soon enough. You'll see. Then you'll wish you hadn't.' He reached into his jeans and I rushed him. Irwin Snyder had a stiletto knife in his right hand. He swiped the knife at me and I pivoted away. I wasn't fast enough, and the blade sliced my arm. It burned like hell. Snyder screeched in triumph. He lunged at me again. Fast, athletic, forward. I managed to wrestle the knife from his hand, but he bit into my right shoulder. He went for my neck! Kyle and the others were all over him now. 'Goddamn it!'I yelled in pain. I punched his face. He bit me again. This time on the back of my hand. Damn, it hurt! The FBI agents had trouble pinning him down as he hurled a -------------- 143 --------------
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A well-built teenaged boy in a soiled black leather studded vest and black jeans was crouched, waiting for us in the far corner of the cellar. He had a crowbar. He leaped up and began swinging it over his head. He was growling. It had to be Irwin Snyder, the boy who had killed his parents. He was so damn young, just seventeen. What had gotten into his head? Gold fangs protruded from his mouth. Contacts made his eyes appear blood-red. His nose and eyebrows were pierced with at least a dozen gold and silver tiny hoops. He was tightly muscled and over six feet tall. He'd been a star football player before he suddenly dropped out of school. Snyder continued to growl at us. He stood in an oozing groundwater puddle and didn't seem aware of it. His eyes were glazed and seemed to be set way back in his skull. 'Back off!'he shouted.'Y'all have no idea how much shit you're in. Y'all have no goddamn idea! Get the fuck out of here! Get out of our house!'He was serious; he believed every word he said. He was still swinging the heavy, rusted crowbar. We stopped moving. I wanted to hear whatever he had to say. 'What kind of shit are we in?' I asked Snyder. 'I know who you are!' he shouted, spraying spit all the way .across the room. He was in a murderous rage. He looked stoned beyond comprehension. 'Who am I?' I asked him. How could he know? 'You're fucking Cross, that's who,' he said, and bared long canine -------------- 142 --------------
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teeth, the smile of a madman. His answer shook me up. 'The rest of /all are FBI dogs! Y'all deserve to die! You will! The Cross don't work here, assholes.' 'Why did you kill your mother and father?' Kyle asked from his place on the stairs. 'To free'm,'Snyder sneered.'Now, they're free as little birdies in the air.' 'I don't believe you,'I said. "That's bullshit.' He continued to growl like a barnyard dog.'Smarter than you look. Cross.' 'Why did you use metal fangs when you bit them? What does the Tiger mean, Irwin?' I asked another couple of questions. 'You already know, or you wouldn't ask,' he said, and laughed wickedly. His real teeth were yellow and nicotine-stained. His black jeans were filthy, and looked as if they'd been dipped in ashes. The leather vest had studs missing. The cellar smelled awful, like spoiled meat. What had happened down here? I almost didn't want to know. 'Why did you kill your parents?' I asked again. 'Killed them to free myself,'he screamed.'Killed their asses 'cause I follow the Tiger.' 'Who's the Tiger? What does the Tiger mean?' His eyes danced with mischief.'Oh, you'll see soon enough. You'll see. Then you'll wish you hadn't.' He reached into his jeans and I rushed him. Irwin Snyder had a stiletto knife in his right hand. He swiped the knife at me and I pivoted away. I wasn't fast enough, and the blade sliced my arm. It burned like hell. Snyder screeched in triumph. He lunged at me again. Fast, athletic, forward. I managed to wrestle the knife from his hand, but he bit into my right shoulder. He went for my neck! Kyle and the others were all over him now. 'Goddamn it!'I yelled in pain. I punched his face. He bit me again. This time on the back of my hand. Damn, it hurt! The FBI agents had trouble pinning him down as he hurled a -------------- 143 --------------