She watched them come close, noting the two hanging back were clearly drunk. They couldn't walk a straight line, but one had a gun. She could see him stroking the barrel, and to her, he appeared the most dangerous. She kept her gaze glued to him.
"Well, look what we found?" the self-appointed leader said. He pointed to Skyler and crooked his little finger. "Come here."
Josef smiled at them, deliberately showing his longer, sharper teeth. "You'd better leave while you have the chance."
"No one's talking to you," the leader snapped. "Get over here," he added, his hand on his knife.
"She's not going anywhere," Josef said, his eyes taking on a red glow. "I'm giving you one last warning, although I am a little hungry. I just woke up, but you all reek of alcohol and I'm opposed to drinking on so many levels."
"Look at that ride, Gustoff." The one directly to the right of the leader indicated the truck. "And a cool coffin. I want that."
"That's my bedroom," Josef said. "And I didn't invite you in."
Gustoff had had enough of dealing with Josef. He drew his knife and immediately the others followed suit. Skyler wasn't so much worried about the knives as she was the gun the drunken man pulled. He pointed it straight at Josef. She concentrated on the object. The gun seemed to take on a life of its own. Slowly the smirk faded from the drunk's face as the gun began to turn on him. No matter how hard he tried to turn his hand back, the gun kept coming around until it was pointed at him.
"Gustoff!" he exclaimed.
Gustoff glanced over his shoulder. "Stop messing around."
"I'm not," the drunken man insisted. His hand shook. He tried to open it, but his palm was firmly latched around the gun, his finger locked on the trigger. "It's going to shoot me. Do something."
Gustoff scowled. "Petr, help that idiot."
Petr sprang into action, grabbing at the gun. He couldn't budge it, nor could he remove the drunk's hand from it.
Alarmed, Gustoff turned back to Josef, his knife in front of him, blade up.
"Hey, don't look at me, that's all her," Josef said, indicating Skyler. "She's got a mean streak. Me, I'm the nice one." As he spoke buttons began popping off of Gustoff's shirt. The seams of his jeans split.