“WHERE IS HE?” she screams.
The man struggles against her restraint. “I don’t fucking know!”
She drives her knife into his shoulder.
He howls and both his hands move to the wound as he shrinks to the ground.
“Reaper,” I warn, scanning the house with my Glock hoisted.
A back door shuts somewhere inside.
Both our heads whip to the noise at the same time and our eyes meet.
Cassidy’s eyes look like a predator has taken over.
“He’s running.”
The back door bangs powerfully against the side of the house asmonsterinyourcloset868escapes into the storm.
Cassidy frees her knife from the man’s shoulder and is in pursuit before I can react.
I fire once, killing the man, and shove past the body in the hallway and sprint after her, boots beating along warped floorboards before I hit the back porch.
The downpour smashes into me with punishing force.
The property behind the house is even worse than the front. Rusted cars sink into mud between a vast number of trees while the fencing is broken and battered. Floodlights mounted near an old shed oscillate in the storm casting momentary light and then darkness.
Ahead of me, Cassidy tackles him before he makes it ten yards.
They crash hard into the mud.
He screams out as she gets on top of him.
“I’m sending you straight to hell!” Cassidy snarls.
He swings recklessly trying to throw her off, but she drives her forearm into his throat to choke the fight out of him.
I close the distance fast; gun raised as mud flings in every direction.
“WAIT! WAIT! WAIT!”
Then Cassidy leaps off him and he clambers on his stomach, digging into the ground to try to get away. She grips the back of his neck and smashes his face into the ground.
I hear a dull crack, and I know she broke his nose.
He wails and drops into a fetal position holding his nose, blood spurting profusely.
“Do you enjoy hearing people beg?” she screams over the storm. “Do you like watching them cry?”
He breaks out into full blown hysteria now.
“I didn’t touch anybody! You’ve got the wrong guy!”
She pounces on him and punches him.
Once. Twice. Mercilessly.
His teeth spray blood into the mud.
