The phone vibrated with the latest song of Baby Cries Of The Wind on the other car seat. Should I open my eyes to answer or keep them closed to imagine Pamela White in lingerie while resting? No, I am not a pervert. When I saw her on the September hot Paladin Woods creatures’ calendar, her horns on her head, oh my god. For fuck’s sake, stop ringing, For Fuck Sake!
“Y…allo! I answered after I picked up the phone from the seat.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? THE GPS YOU PLANTED ON THE MAN WITH THE HAT HAS STARTED TO MOVE, AND YOU STILL SIT IN THE CAR. GET OUT AND CHASE HIM DOWN NOW!” She screamed on the phone and ended the call.
Ugh…another day in paradise. Why do I have to go out on a mission at this time when I can chill around and use the Finders Date app and hookup with someone instead? Yeah! All my dating dreams on Finders Date App were crushed when two women turned up dead. I got this assignment because Victoria thought the Croco Wrestler I put behind bars in Paladin was a success in underground fighting. In reality, though, I almost lost my head when it tried to bite me. I should have kept myself to petty criminals instead of nagging her that it's too easy on the assignments I get.
While opening the door, I saw someone in a coat and hat turn around the old red building. I ran to the only door with access to the building and went in; when I came in, I saw stairs leading up.
“For fucks sake, they don’t have any elevator!”
The phone rang, and I got it up from my pocket and put the speaker on.
“We checked the records, and a woman named Greta Ganther lives alone on the 4th floor. The rest is either families or old people; from the two killings, the age has been 22 and 28; Greta is 26 years old and fits the profile of the other two killings.” The women spoke on the phone.
I hurried up the stairs with the phone speaker still on. I had a terrible feeling about all this, we should have arrested him when we put the tracker on him, but the freaking rules about evidence that he was the killer were minimal because the victims had bruises and broken bones without no clues about how they died. After all, it was not possible to know that the broken bones were the cause of death.
When I reached the 4th floor, I stopped; the door to the girl’s apartment was wide open. I am not a stupid guy, but the suspect is moving outside, and we can lose him if he removes his coat. So fuck this, I am going to do this quickly.
I ran inside the apartment and past the hallway. A mirror on the wall was pointing into the kitchen. It was empty in that area, so I didnt slow down and ended up in the living room at the end, missing even looking into one of the rooms. In the living room, there was blood splatter everywhere, with a pool of blood around a girl on the floor. I quickly turned around and checked the room I missed before attending to the girl, and it was just an empty room with a big bed and a table with a strange-looking lamp shape. I moved quickly to the girl who had half her face smashed in, and I could see her left eye smashed into her skull. From what I could see, bones were visible on her face, and it seemed like she must have gotten beaten horribly. I bent down and put my fingers on her throat to see if there was any pulse. I just tried to keep myself calm without doing any expressions, but I felt disgusted with what had happened to this girl, and it pissed me off.
“Berk here! The apartment on the 4th floor is empty, and the girl is still alive, though in critical condition, needs medical attention NOW!” I spoke to the speaker.
“Hey, Teresa here; I took over for Maria and sent her in as a backup. I will send medical staff directly to the apartment,” Teresa answered.
When I went up and looked down on the girl lying on her back, suddenly, her wings got stretched out from her behind, shit! This girl is an angel. She started to cough and moved her right hand slowly. I went quickly down and grabbed her hand, and told her:
“Don’t worry, help is on the way,” I told her.
She looked at me with her only functioning right eye, which was, by the way, filled with red blood, and she tried to say something to me but kept coughing.
“R…R…R…u!” she said before passing out.
Well, there's no point in trying to speak to her when she is unconscious. I walked out of the living room to the hallway, and while I passed the living room and saw into the kitchen, I stopped. Fuck my life, I missed a door in the apartment, why didn’t I think of a bathroom while searching. The living room was simple, with a dinner table, Sofa, and a table; the kitchen had a closed door. It has to be the bathroom because the other room is a bedroom. I needed to hurry and check it, and I opened the door and saw some scrimpy back of what looked like an anorectic green-colored guy leaning toward the bathtub with the water running; he was on his knees and had his hands in the bathtub and he a lot of scars on his back and was strangely bald. He slowly turned around when I was looking, and his face was blood-filled; it must have happened something, but seriously, his mom couldn’t have been good to him when he was a child because of the scars on his face. He smiled at me with just a couple of teeth and said:
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“Must be my lucky day. First, I get a taste of an angel and now a human being.”
He quickly rose from the ground and leaped towards me, and I quickly tried to shut the door. Suddenly, the door flew right at me. I ended up on the wall in a sitting position together with the freaking door on me. Now I understand why the bones from the angel were visible. Did this freak eat from her face? The door suddenly became heavier, and I quickly put my legs and feet against the door and pushed to carry the weight. Something like a green and black spear went through the door almost 1 meter, only a couple of centimeters from my crouch. Shit! He would have hit my most sensitive area if I had let the door slide a bit. The spear returned from the door with an eye peeping through the hole and the green freak laughing in the air.
“I never thought a human would come here dressed in a black costume and a pink shirt. Are you going to a funeral?” He said while his laughter didnt seem to have any stop.
I need to find a way to end this freak before the medical team arrives, or they can be in danger, but that freak hasn’t noticed if I have more strength in my legs.
“Try to hit me with your weak spear,” I told him.
It went silent, and one more time, the spear pierced through the door, missing my right leg barely before pulling it back. I prepared quickly and let the door come down as much as possible before pushing with all my strength. The door flew against the door edge, and Greeno hit the edge first with the door right after. I got up from the ground seeing him with his right arm being a freaking spear; he had pointy ears, a big nose, green…ish color with black spots on his skin, visible bones under his skin, but a face looking a little bit like a human and pants that with several holes on it with probably his t-shirt still in the bathtub.
“Let me guess, you are an offspring between a human and a goblin,” I told him.
Luckily, it was apparent. Red blood was dripping from the head from hitting the edge of the door. His body was more significant than the average goblin's, which made it even more suspicious that he wasn’t one hundred percent a goblin; they are way smaller than the size of the book of history that I read during my training. His facial expression told me everything; he must have gone crazy. He is way off his territory from the town where the goblins reside in peace, but eating someone’s face is a crime that is not allowed.
“Well, I need to go! But I can't just leave you here, can I? Will you turn yourself in so we can end this?” I asked him.
“I am going to kill you and eat your balls before cooking your legs and arms,” He uttered.
I looked down at my crouch and commented:
“I am sorry, balls, it seems like someone wants both of you. Maybe hang you up on a Christmas tree and sing Jingle Bells.” I spoke with a smirk on my face.
Slowly, I moved against the hallway, covering the exit so he couldn’t escape and blocking it so he couldn’t pass to hurt the medical team if or when they arrived.
Suddenly, he started his move towards me with the spear barely missing my face with a quick move to the left. It touched my shoulder at that moment; I could see his eyes looking into my eyes with intent to kill. I quickly hit my leg against his knees, so he fell on the ground, but he was quick on his feet and got up and, in some way, managed to pass through me and hurried into the living room. I ran after him directly, and he jumped into the air with the spear pointing against the angel when I managed to grab his leg and pull it towards myself, falling to the ground with him. He grabbed a cup with his left hand and hit it on my head. Still, I didn’t react on it and kept a hold of his leg and managed to go up and dragged him to the hallway. At the same time, he tried to crawl in the other direction and gave up and turned around to his back and started swinging his right arm like he thought I wasn’t ready for that kind of crap; does he think I am a stupid human or what? My hand slipped from his leg as he managed to get up quickly and looked at me with a bloody face. It seems like this little fudger is bleeding quite a lot now. Please just become unconscious so I can try to hunt down the other ass; well, I think I wish things that won't happen.
He quickly moved towards my chest area with his right arm while I dodged by leaning back down to the floor, grabbing his arm before hitting the floor. For a moment, I saw him staring right at the outside door, and I looked there and saw three girls who looked like the medical staff just staring at us with the spear just centimeters from the girl in the front. Quickly, I hugged both my legs around his spear arm and managed to make him pull to the left while I managed to come up with my right knee in a sitting position and could hear the bones crack in his right arm when hitting my knee. He screamed out loud, and I quickly grabbed him on his right arm and shoulder and threw him in the direction of the kitchen. I followed into the kitchen while the girls hurried into the living room to help the angel.
“Just give up; your right arm is EL Finito, so you don't have any weapon left; you don’t have a chance without it,” I told him.
He just laughed at me and turned around, looking at the window in the kitchen.
“Do not think even about what you are thinking now,” I told him.
We were high up on the 4th floor; if he jumped out from the window, there was a chance of him dying.
“You think you have beaten me; we are a unity. Nobody can beat Il Buio; we are everywhere and he will build the army, destroy all kingdoms, and pave the way for them.” He said, laughing from what I understood from his crazy words, but maybe it was towards me?
Il Buio? What the hell is he talking about? Well, I need to try calming him down and arrest him. I put both my hands up in a calming matter.
“Listen! Please move away from the window. I can try to help you…maybe!” I told him.
He backed away two more steps and was by the window now. Shit! I need to think something up fast; who knew he was freaking suicidal suddenly when he lost the fight.
“You can’t help me if I get caught. That will mean death; he will find a way to kill me. So, it doesn’t matter anymore.” He said, taking two steps towards me before turning around and jumping through the window. I rushed to try grabbing him but missed his pants barely by a couple of centimeters, and I fell on the floor.
Screams came from outside down the street. I slowly got up and looked down the window; there was a big pool of blood around the body on the pavement. My phone started to ring, and I answered:
“Yeah!”
“We lost the signal on the man with the coat; he must have dumped it or found the tracker and broken it. He is gone!” Teresa told me.
“Ok!” I answered and hung up the phone call.
He was scared at the moment before he jumped out of the window and would rather die than be caught, but why would he rather die than get caught? Was he that afraid of the man with the coat?