Roger Zelazny - Corrida

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Roger Zelazny. Corrida
He awoke to an ultrasonic wailing. It was a thing that tortured his
eardrums while remaining just beyond the threshold of the audible.
He scrambled to his feet in the darkness.
He bumped against the walls several times. Dully, he realized that his
arms were sore, as though many needles had entered there.
The sound maddened him...
Escape! He had to get away!
A tiny patch of light occurred to his left.
He turned and raced toward it and it grew into a doorway.
He dashed through and stood blinking in the glare that assailed his
eyes.
He was naked, he was sweating. His mind was full of fog and the
rag-ends of dreams.
He heard a roar, as of a crowd, and he blinked against the brightness.
Towering, a dark figure stood before him in the distance. Overcome by
rage, he raced toward it, not quite certain why.
His bare feet trod hot sand, but he ignored the pain as he ran to
attack.
Some portion of his mind framed the question "Why?" but he ignored it.
Then he stopped.
A nude woman stood before him, beckoning, inviting, and there came a
sudden surge of fire within his loins.
He turned slightly to his left and headed toward her.
She danced away.
He increased his speed. But as he was about to embrace her, there came
a surge of fire in his right shoulder and she was gone.
He looked at his shoulder and an aluminum rod protruded from it, and
the blood ran down along his arm. There arose another roar.
...And she appeared again.
He pursued her once more and his left shoulder burned with sudden
fires. She was gone and he stood shaking and sweating, blinking against the
glare.
"It's a trick," he decided. "Don't play the game!"
She appeared again and he stood stock still, ignoring her.
He was assailed by fires, but he refused to move, striving to clear his
head.
The dark figure appeared once more, about seven feet tall and
possessing two pairs of arms.
It held something in one of its hands. If only the lighting wasn't so
crazy, perhaps he...
But he hated that dark figure and he charged it.
Pain lashed his side.
Wait a minute! Wait a minute!
_Crazy! It's all crazy!_ he told himself, recalling his
identity. _This is a bullring and I'm a man, and that dark thing isn't.
Something's wrong._
He dropped to his hands and knees, buying time. He scooped up a double
fistful of sand while he was down.
There came proddings, electric and painful. He ignored them for as long
as he could, then stood.
The dark figure waved something at him and he felt himself hating it.
He ran toward it and stopped before it. He knew it was a game now. His
name was Michael Cassidy. He was an attorney. New York. Of Johnson, Weems,
Daugherty and Cassidy. A man had stopped him, asking for a light. On a
street corner. Late at night. That he remembered.
He threw the sand at the creature's head.
It swayed momentarily, and its arms were raised toward what might have
been its face.
Gritting his teeth, he tore the aluminum rod from his shoulder and
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