Page 87 of His Favorite Color is Blood
In the corridor upstairs, he took the first door to his side. With each step, he was understanding the space better, mapping it in his brain as if he were in a videogame, and every wall and door he could see automatically saved in the hard drive of his mind. If he needed to run back through here, he would know that the old hospital bed could prove to be a good hideout and the utility closet—a great place to shoot from and ambush his enemies.
He rushed into the shadow of an ancient fabric screen when he heard something move and thought one of Zero’s bodyguards could be sniffing around, but it was only a rat. He crouched down and hissed at it so it would get the idea and find a hole to hide in. He’d hate to see an innocent caught in the crossfire.
As soon as the rodent found a hiding spot, Grim heard steps approaching his way from afar, and he couldn’t help a smile pushing onto his lips and the adrenaline rush coursing through his veins. He turned into a room farther away, eager to play cat and mouse with a different kind of rat.
Dust and bits of crushed glass cracked under Grim’s shoes as a vast space opened in front of him. The ceiling was twice as high as most of the ones in the rooms he’d ran through so far. It had no windows, but even in the semi-darkness, the bright moonlight was Grim’s ally and reflected against a huge disc hanging above a lone hospital bed at least twenty years past its prime. A metal table had fallen on its side by the wall, and pieces of paper lay scattered all around the place. Ahead of Grim were double doors sunken deep into the wall underneath a balcony of sorts that looked like it might have been originally divided from the operating room by glass, which was now gone.
Grim swallowed, looking around the white-tiled walls that must have had isolating purposes, because this room felt too quiet for what it was. For a few seconds, all he could hear was his own heart. No matter what his senses were telling him, doubt dug its fingers into his flesh. He had no time to waste. If he was to hunt down Zero, he needed to move fast. But just as he stepped toward the doors ahead of him, a quiet buzz of conversation snaked its way into his ears. The men were coming closer, and as Grim looked around for the perfect hideout, Zero’s words just a few yards away forced him into making a decision.
Grim ran up to the wall, stepped on a lone chair, and pushed his shoe onto a wooden shelf, which somehow managed to hold his body weight as he pulled himself up by a metal ledge, all the way to the damn balcony. His muscles screamed when he kept himself in an unnatural, twisted position between the ledge, where he now rested one foot, and the lower edge of the former window, which he held on to. He wasn’t sure if it was a piece of remaining glass or a sharp element of the frame, but something clawed hard into the flesh of his palm. Yet with the doors swinging open below him, Grim couldn’t allow himself to adjust his hands now.
The drumming in his chest gained momentum once T4 appeared underneath Grim, looking around with the rifle ready to shoot. He was careful but not careful enough to look up. He waved his hand, inviting the others inside, and Zero’s bright figure passed beneath Grim’s hideout. Grim’s lizard brain screamed at him to attack now. To rip the fucker’s throat out and stain that elegant suit with hisown blood for once. But without a gun on him, it would have been a disaster for Grim. He might be able to get rid of Zero, were he fast enough, but he was not ready to get his revenge at the cost of his own life. He liked his brain where it was—in his skull, not on the wall. He needed a gun, and he knew just how he’d get it.
The moment Zero’s second goon passed through, Grim fell on him like a falcon, throwing the man to the floor, which would give him just enough time to reach for his knives.
Zero looked back, briefly, and his face went slack as he sped up, yelling at his man to finish Grim. Their eyes met, but then something glinted in the darkness, and Grim ducked just in time to push the barrel away from his face. The smell of gunpowder was sucked into Grim’s lungs, and the loud bang right next to his face had his ears ringing, but he pushed at the goon’s arm with his whole body weight. The man showed his teeth and tried to roll on top, grabbing Grim’s other hand to keep the rifle away from his reach.
Grim cursed beneath his breath, as both his arms were now trapped, and he descended on the goon, headbutting him almost too hard. He saw stars, but as the man’s hold lessened on the rifle, Grim managed to shove it away, screaming in frustration.
The man’s now free hand slammed against Grim’s teeth hard enough to send him rolling, and Grim turned toward the gun, desperate to keep the goon from getting it back. But the moment he pulled himself up, the man darted for the door on the other side of the room, chasing his pack of coyotes. Grim slipped on the pieces of crushed tile, not ready to give up the chase. The goon was almost at the door, but hunts were bound to be unpredictable. Grim took a deep breath and threw himself forward, grabbing the massive surgical lamp. He swung across the room, kicking the bed as hard as he could. It swallowed the goon, trampling him to the floor, and Grim jumped off just in time to do the deed. His knife sunk in the man’s throat and sprayed Grim’s face with a bloody mist when he pulled the dagger out.
Grim took a deep breath and exhaled, but this was the most he could offer himself in terms of rest, because Zero was getting farther away from him by the second. He put the strap of the trophy rifle across his back and ran past the corpse into a narrow corridor.
Before Zero had disappeared from sight earlier, Grim saw him moving to the right behind the swinging door, so he followed, wishing his sense of smell were as sensitive as a hound’s. He could then pick up the stench of death Zero undoubtedly carried from miles away. Instead, his ears caught something odd. A buzz accompanied by a rhythmic drumming, out of place around a lonely building such as this one. And then it hit him. There must have been a reason for Zero to head up instead of simply leaving through the doors in the first floor. A helicopter was coming for them.
Grim looked through the plan of the building that he managed to map so far in his brain. He knew there were five staircases, but only two could possibly lead to the edge of the roof. He darted forward, rushing for the nearest one. His feet stomped over the floor, but as the noise of the engine got louder, he could still hear Zero’s every step ... or was it his heart?
The grand staircase in the middle of the building was so massive Grim could imagine a Victorian queen descending it with her whole entourage, even if the rubble on the floor and the broken plaster on the walls betrayed just how long had passed since this hospital prospered. The stairs curled around a column between the two levels, and Grim sped up, already seeing an open doorway in front of him.
The buzz of the helicopter echoed through his brain in a countdown to failure. He couldn’t let the fucker leave this building alive.
He darted across the breadth of the staircase to rush into the corridor above, but a swish of black pulled his mind away from Zero. Grim’s body tensed, and his breath froze on his lips as he leaned back. A huge dagger missed his chest by a mere two inches, and the moment his foot landed on the edge of a stair below, he yanked both his knives out of their sheaths and charged at T4.
This time, the goon backed away, and Grim managed to safely step his feet onto the third floor. A curse left his lips when he noticed that T4 was alone. The bastard must have stayed to take him out before Grim reached the roof. Would the helicopter be waiting for the goon, or was Zero’s intention to leave as soon as he boarded?
“He left you to deal with me?” he asked, smiling despite nerves eating him up. The hallway was too dark. That dagger could swing at him any moment now, and realization could come a split second too late. Grim stepped back, intent on moving the fight into one of the well-lit rooms, but he had to move fast, because T4 charged at him immediately, like a great white smelling blood in the water.
“No. I was the one who asked him to let me stay behind. I’m gonna gut you, you stupid fuck!”
Grim exhaled, and as soon as bright light fell on his face, he darted through a doorway, followed by the goon, who squinted faced with the windows.
Grim allowed himself a brief glance around the space he’d use to get rid of this idiot. It was some kind of communal bathroom with metal tubs on lion legs standing along both the long walls like saluting soldiers. Wind pushed at him from behind, whistling through the broken windows.
T4 bared his teeth at Grim and slouched with the dagger in his hand. He moved closer and made a step to the side, as if he was wary, but it could have been just a trick to seem less capable than he was. The man didn’t lack confidence before. He took one more step and then kicked a metal bucket full of murky water at Grim, bolting at him half a second later, dagger aiming for the eyes.
Grim could already smell blood. The rattle of the helicopter above him was counting the time, and he exhaled, watching the dagger glint in the moonlight as it rushed his way. He swung to the side and grabbed T4’s hand, twisting it back as he pushed the man forward, straight at the tub. He slammed his elbow into the back of T4’s head, sending his face at the hard, metal edge.
The nasty ring of the tub smashing against T4’s skull gave Grim a surge of satisfaction, and he was sure he’d heard some kind of crack as well. T4’s shove back was weak, and Grim pushed the man forward, headfirst into the dirty water filling the tub. That seemed to wake the fucker up, as he writhed and struggled, but Grim’s hold had no give.
Blood rushed to his head as he watched the weak struggle of the dazed man. At this moment, he wanted to hold him down like this until he swallowed the smelly water and filled his lungs with it, but as the noise outside became stronger, he knew he couldn’t allow himself the pleasure if he didn’t want to feast on rabbits when he was out to get a bear. He twisted T4’s head hard, and the big body slumped after a soft crack in his neck.
Grim stumbled away from the tub, searching for the knives he let go of in the midst of fighting. Just seeing them close by made him smile, but there would be time for celebrating later. He picked them up and ran up the nearest staircase, only to find out it wouldn’t take him where he wanted. Frustrated, he rushed to the next one, and this time, it seemed to be the one he needed.
Grim climbed two steps at a time in a desperate attempt to catch up with Zero. After all of this, was Zero to slip out of their grasp and hold them by the balls? Not only did Zero need to lose his head, Grim had to get back the flash drive as well. The whole plan tonight was about not letting that video leak anywhere.
The darkness in the staircase was getting thicker, as the space didn’t have any widows, but when the stairs guided him higher and higher, Grim was sure they would lead him to the roof. If the door at the top was locked, he could use the gun to open it.
The sound of the helicopter was like the buzzing of a mosquito right next to his ear, and he craved to either silence it or chase it away before Zero could board.
