The phone vibrated with the latest song of Baby Cries Of The Wind in 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.
"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 stay home and use the Finders Date app to hook up with some chick 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 stuck to petty criminals instead of nagging her about how easy all assignments are.
While opening the door, I saw someone in a coat and hat turn around the old red building. I ran to the only door leading into the building and went in; I saw stairs leading up. Fuck, there are too many apartments on all the floors.
"For fucks sake, they don't have any elevator!"
The phone rang, and I got it out of 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 are either families or old people; from the two killings, the ages have been 22 and 28; Greta is 26 years old and fits the profile of the other two killings." The woman spoke on the phone.
I hurried up the stairs with the phone speaker still on. I had a terrible feeling about the whole thing. 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 with 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 pointing into the kitchen. It was empty in that area, so I didn't 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 had 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. 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 suffered 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 showing any expression, but I felt disgusted by 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, and 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, wings got stretched out behind her back, shit! This girl is an angel. She started coughing and slowly moved her right hand. 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, a 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 the skinny back of what looked like an anorexic 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 had a lot of scars on his back and was strangely bald. He slowly turned around when I was looking. He had a bloody face; something must have happened, but seriously, his mom couldn't have been good to him when he was a child because of the scars on his face, showing clearly through all the blood. He smiled at me with just a couple of teeth and said:
"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. I flew into the wall with the door. Ended up in a sitting position with the freaking door on me. Now I understand why the angel's bones were visible. Did this freak eat from her face? The door suddenly became heavier, so I quickly braced my legs against it and pushed to support the weight. Something like a green and black spear went through the door, 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 didn't seem to want to 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 that 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 myself and let the door come down as much as possible before pushing it with all my strength. The door flew against the door edge, and Greeno hit the edge first, with the door hitting right after. I got up from the ground, noticing that his right arm was 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 with several holes in them, probably his t-shirt still in the bathtub.
"Let me guess, you are an offspring between a human and a goblin?" I asked him.
Luckily, it was apparent. Red blood was dripping from the head after hitting the edge of the door. His body was larger than the average goblin's, which made it even more suspicious that he wasn't 100 percent goblin; they are significantly smaller, according to the book of history I read during my training. His facial expression told me everything; he must have lost his mind. He is way off his territory from the town where the goblins reside in peace, but eating someone's face is a crime, nevertheless.
"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 joked with a smirk.
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 and threw his spear arm towards my face, but it missed when I moved slightly to the right. It touched my shoulder, and in that moment, I could see his eyes had the intent to kill. I quickly hit my leg against his knees, so he fell to the ground, but he was quick on his feet, somehow managing to pass through me and hurried into the living room. I ran after him directly, and he jumped in the air with the spear, aiming toward the angel. I managed to grab his leg and pull it towards myself as we both fell on the ground. He grabbed a cup with his left hand and hit it on my head. Still, I didn't react to it, but I was bleeding. I kept hold of his leg and managed to get up and drag him into the hallway. At the same time, he tried to crawl in the other direction, then gave up, turned around on 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, staring at me. 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 fudger.
He quickly moved towards my chest area with his right arm while I dodged by leaning back down to the floor, meaning I fell on the floor, but managed to grab his arm before touching the floor. For a moment, I saw him staring at the door in the hallway, and I quickly glanced over, seeing three girls who looked like medical staff staring at us with a spear just centimeters from the girl in the front. Quickly, I hugged both my legs around his spear arm and managed to pull him to the left while I came up into a sitting position with my right knee. I could hear the bones in his right arm crack as I pushed further with 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 the girls into the kitchen while they 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, I would get so much shit from Victoria for now capturing him alive.
"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.
Il Buio? What the hell is he talking about? Well, I need to try calming him down and put cuffs on him. I put both my hands up in a calming manner.
"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 now by the window. 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 by barely 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.
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?