The Finisher (Vega Jane #1)

by David Baldacci

Not a natural killer, I steeled myself to become one. I slipped off my cloak. Underneath I had on a shirt and trousers. But in my cloak was Destin. I gripped the chain at both ends and waited. When Ladon-Tosh struck with a speed that was beyond a blur, I had already somersaulted over him. When he sailed past me, I turned in midair and flung the cloak and with it Destin around his neck. I landed on the ground, set my feet and pulled with every bit of strength I had. The giant Ladon-Tosh was lifted off his feet, flew backward over me and, as he went past, I crossed my arm and thus the chain, as I had with the maniack in the looking glass. The result was not the same as in the glass. In fact, it was not anything like it. I heard the screech before I saw anything. I was instantly paralyzed with fear by the sound. But what I then saw made the sound seem as nothing. Ladon-Tosh was rising slowly. Actually, Ladon-Tosh was coming apart at the seams. His head was gone but his body was now upright. Bloodcurdling screams came from up and down the crowd. Both females and males fainted at the sight. “Bloody Hels” cascaded through the air like flocks of frightened birds. But that was not the worst part. I knew the worst part. It was about to happen. Ladon-Tosh’s body burst open, half his torso going left, half to the right.

Holy shit that was cool af but also EWWWW I HATE THAT