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Kanarack had looked up from the water that swirled around him. He was breathing better, arms and legs were regaining sensitivity. The syringe was still in the hands of Osborn. Kanarack thought that perhaps he was still a possibility. Osborn then swung around the head, as if something had caught him by surprise. Kanarck followed the direction of his gaze. A tall man with a raincoat and hat, was coming down towards them. He was carrying something. He raised his arm.
A second later, they heard a sound as if a dozen peaks were put to work simultaneously on a tree. The water began to boil. Osborn felt something penetrate into the thigh, and fell. The water still seething. Osborn tried to get up and saw the man with his hat into the River. The thing in his hand continued to issue its dry winds.
Osborn dived and began to swim. Muffled sounds, like bullets, he received from above. Under water, the low afternoon light faded completely. He did not know which direction was following. Something hit him, clung to her body. Then the current caught hold of him. The thing came off, was dragged away. Osborn's lungs were about to burst because of the lack of air, but the strength of current dragged him down at the riverbed. Again, it collided with him, and Osborn realized to be caught. He stretched his arms, tried to escape. The object was massive
looked like a tree trunk covered with moss, and would not come off. His lungs were about to implode. He had absolutely breath, ignore the thing that was attacked, and do the impossible to the surface. He kicked with all his strength, he struck back with his arms and jumped up.
A moment later, his head emerged on the surface. Gasping, Paul filled your lungs with air. It was moving at a remarkable speed. Could hardly a glimpse of the river, to his right. Turning his head, he saw the headlights of cars on the road that ran behind him, and he knew he was in the middle of the river, driven by eddy current of the Seine.
rise to the surface, he freed himself of what caught his body, or at least believed it, because now he was free. The current had begun to drag him away when he suddenly went back to hitting the thing. He turned and saw a dark object which had a tuft of grass at the end closest to him. He tried to push him away. A hand emerged on the surface and clung to the arm. With a cry of horror, Osborn attempted to escape. But the hand hold was firm. Then he discovered that what had taken was not made for grass grass: it was hair. In the distance, he heard a rumble of thunder. The rain became torrential. Osborn squirmed and tried to pull those fingers from his arm. The thing spins, remained afloat turned on its side. Screaming, he tried to drive away but it did not move. When a flash burst, Osborn found himself staring at a bloody eye, hideously wounded by fragments of teeth. On the other side of the face there was no eye, only a mass of bloody flesh. A moment later, it jumped up and groaned. Then his hand, bit by bit, broke away from the arm of Osborn, and the remnants of Henri Kanarack was dragged away by the current.
From "The Day After Tomorrow" by Allan Folsom, Ed.TEA, 2001, pp. 142-143.
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