Chapter Seven: "Too Bad This Show Always Has the Same Ending"
"Thank you for coming along with me Terry. Especially in the state that I'm in now," I say to her.
"Mike, we're in this together," she tells me, "I can't possibly leave you alone like this."
It was good to know she was watching over me, making sure that I was all right. I hated to put her through this, and didn't want anything to happen to her, but I did need her to make sure that I would get the job done. We make it to Portage Steel Mill finally, after a long drive and we both step out. The place looked haunted and was highlighted in darkness. I take out my gun and head inside, with Terry following me.
The fires going on inside had lightened the inside of the building. It was warm in here, and I didn't like it. I didn't see it behind me and the fire blew, creating a noise so loud and heat so bad, that it scared the shit out of me. Jesus Christ! I whirl around, gun ready to be set off, but I calmed down, once I knew what it was. Terry wasn't too thrilled about what happened either.
Chill out Mike. I tell myself and begin to walk. I had no idea where to go, but I swear I can hear the ramblings of a madman. I follow that noise and sure enough, there he is in all of his glory. Alistair Pratt, ready to helplessly kill one of his victims. "Drop it now! Drop the fucking knife now!" I yell at him.
He stops what he's doing. "Bless my soul. Detective Reilly. So glad you could finally make it to the party, and you brought a date," he tells me.
"Get away from her! I'm not going to fire a fucking warning shot!" I wanted to so much kill this bastard right now, but he immediately throws himself behind the gurney and places the knife to the poor woman's throat.
"Guns are, so impersonal and artless. If you want to hurt someone intimately, you have to get up close and personal."
More of his psycho babble. God I fucking hated when he did that. "You tortured her, you should be doing her a favor," I tell him, indicating he should let her go now.
I point my gun at the two. "You won't shoot her. You suffer from the hero's curse of hope."
"Yea I've got hope. I hope my first shot blows your fucking head off!" God Dammit! Alistair was really pissing me off with his mumbling.
"If you kill her, you'll have no one to hide behind," Terry finally speaks up.
Alistair grins. "I don't want to spoil things for you, but if your expecting the Calvary to just show up and save the day, you're going to be disappointed, the Calvary's right here."
What the hell is he talking about now? I give him a confused look. There's no way Sykes made it here before me. "Oh my god!" Terry yells. I turn and look at her frightened face, then to where she is looking. "Oh fuck!" I whisper. There's Sykes. He did make it here before me, but I am sorry he did. Sykes had been hung to the wall, a hole in his chest, horror on his dead face. Alistair took out his insides, he was performing a live autopsy.
"Not a very nice person, Mr. Sykes. All the needing habits. Too bad this show always has the same ending," Alistair glees. I was too shocked to say anything. Now this harebrained fuck really needed to pay.
"No. Not this time. Someone wants revenge," Terry says and holds up Jeannie's lipstick.
Alistair had a look of surprise on his face, knowing exactly whom that container belonged to and I knew it was the right time to make my move. I snapped out of my trance and shot Alistair in his knee, without any sympathy. He went down and screamed in agony. Terry went over the gurney and began to help the tied up woman. I drew closer and closer to Alistair, holding my gun.
He had his face away from me and I didn't see it. I didn't know what was coming next, for he sprung up, gun in hand, and released the trigger. It pierced my skin so quickly, I didn't realize it happened at first, but then I felt the pain. The terrible pain emitting from my chest and I felt the liquid spill out. It can't be. He didn't just fucking shoot me? I look down at where the pain was coming from and sure enough, there was blood on my shirt. Oh Fuck!
"No!" Terry screams, seeing what had just happened.
I try standing, but my head begins to spin. Blood starts coming out of my mouth and I am so shocked that I stumble backwards, all the while, trying to stay on foot. Alistair seems to laugh and he slowly gets up, dropping Syke's gun to the floor.
"Thank you for coming along with me Terry. Especially in the state that I'm in now," I say to her.
"Mike, we're in this together," she tells me, "I can't possibly leave you alone like this."
It was good to know she was watching over me, making sure that I was all right. I hated to put her through this, and didn't want anything to happen to her, but I did need her to make sure that I would get the job done. We make it to Portage Steel Mill finally, after a long drive and we both step out. The place looked haunted and was highlighted in darkness. I take out my gun and head inside, with Terry following me.
The fires going on inside had lightened the inside of the building. It was warm in here, and I didn't like it. I didn't see it behind me and the fire blew, creating a noise so loud and heat so bad, that it scared the shit out of me. Jesus Christ! I whirl around, gun ready to be set off, but I calmed down, once I knew what it was. Terry wasn't too thrilled about what happened either.
Chill out Mike. I tell myself and begin to walk. I had no idea where to go, but I swear I can hear the ramblings of a madman. I follow that noise and sure enough, there he is in all of his glory. Alistair Pratt, ready to helplessly kill one of his victims. "Drop it now! Drop the fucking knife now!" I yell at him.
He stops what he's doing. "Bless my soul. Detective Reilly. So glad you could finally make it to the party, and you brought a date," he tells me.
"Get away from her! I'm not going to fire a fucking warning shot!" I wanted to so much kill this bastard right now, but he immediately throws himself behind the gurney and places the knife to the poor woman's throat.
"Guns are, so impersonal and artless. If you want to hurt someone intimately, you have to get up close and personal."
More of his psycho babble. God I fucking hated when he did that. "You tortured her, you should be doing her a favor," I tell him, indicating he should let her go now.
I point my gun at the two. "You won't shoot her. You suffer from the hero's curse of hope."
"Yea I've got hope. I hope my first shot blows your fucking head off!" God Dammit! Alistair was really pissing me off with his mumbling.
"If you kill her, you'll have no one to hide behind," Terry finally speaks up.
Alistair grins. "I don't want to spoil things for you, but if your expecting the Calvary to just show up and save the day, you're going to be disappointed, the Calvary's right here."
What the hell is he talking about now? I give him a confused look. There's no way Sykes made it here before me. "Oh my god!" Terry yells. I turn and look at her frightened face, then to where she is looking. "Oh fuck!" I whisper. There's Sykes. He did make it here before me, but I am sorry he did. Sykes had been hung to the wall, a hole in his chest, horror on his dead face. Alistair took out his insides, he was performing a live autopsy.
"Not a very nice person, Mr. Sykes. All the needing habits. Too bad this show always has the same ending," Alistair glees. I was too shocked to say anything. Now this harebrained fuck really needed to pay.
"No. Not this time. Someone wants revenge," Terry says and holds up Jeannie's lipstick.
Alistair had a look of surprise on his face, knowing exactly whom that container belonged to and I knew it was the right time to make my move. I snapped out of my trance and shot Alistair in his knee, without any sympathy. He went down and screamed in agony. Terry went over the gurney and began to help the tied up woman. I drew closer and closer to Alistair, holding my gun.
He had his face away from me and I didn't see it. I didn't know what was coming next, for he sprung up, gun in hand, and released the trigger. It pierced my skin so quickly, I didn't realize it happened at first, but then I felt the pain. The terrible pain emitting from my chest and I felt the liquid spill out. It can't be. He didn't just fucking shoot me? I look down at where the pain was coming from and sure enough, there was blood on my shirt. Oh Fuck!
"No!" Terry screams, seeing what had just happened.
I try standing, but my head begins to spin. Blood starts coming out of my mouth and I am so shocked that I stumble backwards, all the while, trying to stay on foot. Alistair seems to laugh and he slowly gets up, dropping Syke's gun to the floor.