CHAPTER 67 A Message To Kill

  The dripping water from the sink sounded like horror music playing as a ghost approached. The flickering lights added to the horror that was going on in Gerardo's bathroom.

  Almost the entire night, this man of hundreds of years sat with a tense face and his mind racing with events that had occurred. Gerardo forced himself to recall the entire dog-devouring incident, but he simply couldn't. Gerardo's only remember how he was hit the dog's body.

  Gerardo clenched his fists and slammed into the wall he was leaning against, which appeared to be cracking. Perhaps he had hit the wall dozens of times out of frustration, but his full strength was capable of slowly crumbling this building.

  “I can't remember anything! Shit! Argh!” Gerardo screamed again. The blood traces he hadn't washed away were already very dry and dirty.