Chapter Nine
Roland Desmond wasn't used to pain. He hadn't experienced a great deal of it since drinking the chemicals that had turned him into Blockbuster, and his memory of it was hazy. Then again, all of his memories were starting to get hazy.
But he was in pain now. His nose hurt him every time he tried to breathe. His eye was connected to an electric wire all the way back to his brain. He was in a great deal of pain and it was all because of that woman. If he could get his hands on her, he'd kill her if he hadn't done so already.
His good eye scanned the dirty buildings and trash lined alleyways he was passing. He was almost there, where the girl was. Harley needed the girl, he reminded himself. Get the girl and kill anyone else around, she'd told him. He looked again at the piece of paper in his hand and rechecked the building numbers. This was the right building.
Another wave of stabbing pain hit the back of his ruined eye socket. He groaned and clutched at the side of his head with his fist. After a few minutes, the fire subsided. He looked again at the piece of paper in his hand, staring uncomprehendingly at the note. Then it came back to him. The girl. He had to get the girl.
He checked the building number again before reading the rest of the note. Forth floor, apartment A. That's where the girl was. He had to find her and…what was it Harley had said?
Oh, yes.
Kill the girl and anyone else around.