Hayden follows suit, inspecting the instruments. “What the actual fuck?”
“An old man, who is dressed in a doctor’s coat, is crossing the hall now. You have less than thirty seconds.” T warns.
“Ah fuck. What’s the plan?” Hayden asks.
I purse my lips in thought. It’d be wise to keep him and torture answers from him. But the question is, where would he keep him? Then an idea hits me.
“What’s in that fridge? Any sedatives?”
Hayden opens the fridge, rummaging through all the vials of drugs. His hand lands on a vial, and he slowly lifts it with wide eyes.
“What is it?” I snap, losing all patience.
“Fucking horse tranquilizer,” He responds, lip peeling back in disgust. “This place is fucked.”
I agree, something’s wrong with this place, but I don’t have time to figure it out right now. Not until I get Kelsey settled back at home. My heart pounds a bit faster at that thought. She has a home, but how can I be certain she’ll be safe there? All these thoughts will have to wait.
“It’ll work. Find a syringe and draw it up. I can hold him off until you’re ready with it.”
“How much do I give?”
“A whole damn syringe for all I care. Give Gramps a real good nap. He’ll need it for where he’s going.”
He full-body laughs, and fuck if I haven’t missed that. After Kelsey got involved, our brotherhood took some impact. This is exactly why I didn’t want her getting mixedup in our shit. She wasn’t ready, and now she’s probably so traumatized, she’ll never be the same.
I wait for thedoctorby the door, but on the side where I’ll be hidden behind it when he inevitably opens it. After Hayden had drawn up the serum, I pointed behind the bed and motioned my finger down, telling him to hide behind the bed. Now that we’re in position, we wait.
“Where is he, T?” It’s been longer than thirty seconds, or so it feels.
“Dumbfuck made a pit stop for a cup of coffee. Are you ready?” T asks.
“10-4,” I answer.
I roll my shoulders back, getting in a better stance, and rock my head side to side.
Heavy footsteps walk down the hall, getting louder as they get closer—keys jingle, before the handle wiggles. Hurry, the fuck up old bastard.
The door swings open, and I immediately jump into action.
“Damn it!” He exclaims as his hot coffee scalds his wrinkled skin through the white coat. I kick his legs out from under him, and he hits the tile—belly first—with a thud. A winded grunt is knocked out of his chest, giving me plenty of time to restrain him for the tranquilizer. I dig my knee into his spine, adding extra pressure for the hell of it until I hear a satisfyingcrack.
A pained, shrill bellows from the old bastard, making a slight smile curve my lips. I can’t wait to inflict more pain and suffering on this fucker, I hope he tries withholdinginformation from us, so that I can do more damage. Who am I kidding? I’ll do it regardless of what he unfolds or doesn’t.
I twist his wrists unnaturally, dislocating the joints.
“Who the hell are you!?” The doctor demands. Funny, he believes I owe him that answer. I huff a laugh and dig my knee in a bit further just for the stupid question, causing him to scream. I love that sound. It feeds my deranged soul.
But to answer his question and to add a little extra torment, “I’m Shadow, AKA your worst nightmare.” I watch as his eyes bug out of his head, lost for words. He already knows his fate at this point.
Hayden pops up from behind the bed and strides over, squatting down in front of the old man.
“Now, just a little pinch.” He says mockingly, while holding the syringe up dramatically, like in the horror movies. The old man starts thrashing and bucking, trying to knock me off. It’s no use, I’m twice his size and in much better shape. Hayden slams his head on the tile floor, bursting his nose. Blood spurts down his face and splatters the floor.
“This is for whatever you’ve done to our girl.” He growls, then stabs the needle in his neck.
The man is out cold in seconds, so now we have to find a place to stash him for the time being.
“Yo, T?”
