Chapter 8: Corpse

I've always believed in 'live and let live.'. So of course, my first instinct wasn't to kill the man that turned on the alarm. Even though it wasn't my first instinct, it was my second.

When he reached for the button, the same button I'd mistaken for a fire alarm, I froze. The blaring sound motivated me to get to work, and fast. I moved towards him, making sure he had no time to escape.

His hand was still frantically holding on to Julia. I made short work of that. I always make short work of people like him.

'Don't come near me!' the man yelled.

I smiled, 'I don't have to.'

Every good hitman knows how to handle knives, just as every good butcher knows how to skin an animal.

In one swift movement, I grabbed a throwing knife from one of my boots and threw it. It pierced his throat, only a couple foot away from Julia. His grip on her loosened, allowing her to escape. He collapsed, blood spewing from his neck.

I felt my fangs flash at the sight of the blood. A rookie mistake.

Maybe I lost control. Maybe I let them show, just to scare him. Maybe I've gotten reckless.

For a moment, Julia just stood there. Probably because of shock.

While she was standing there, it almost felt as if she was normal. As if she was just a girl in a hospital gown and socks. Sadly, that moment ended quickly.

Like a switch was flipped.

The scared look on her face vanished, replaced by something I couldn't put my finger on. She stepped away from the body and started humming a children's song. At that exact moment, I started doubting my life decisions.

'Come with me, we have to go,' I said.

But she did not answer. She turned, facing the wall, and began rocking back and forth. I did not have time for this, I could already hear the boots of the security guards stomp on the ground.

'Julia,' I tried. She still didn't answer, there was no other choice than to carry her.

I lifted her on my shoulder and fled. Luckily, getting out of the hospital was almost as easy as getting in. I only had to kick a guard in the stomach once, so I'd call that progress.

Once outside, I thanked God or anyone that was listening for the fact that I had parked my car right outside of the hospital, and not in some alley to avoid attention.

I dashed to the gate, guards on my heels and a crazy person on my shoulder. They had tried to taser me three times already but didn't know I was not exactly a normal person, and that I'm used to a little bit more pain than those toy guns.

'Stop, right now!' one of them yelled. As if that was going to stop me.

I guess I can't really blame them. They've already figured out that tasing doesn't work and they don't carry anything heavier than that. So the only thing they can try now is asking me to stop.

I kicked open the gate, most likely triggering another alarm. Two men were standing near the gate, frozen in their tracks. Should've chosen a different street to walk on, I thought while racing past them.

'Could you turn back?' Julia asked. This was the first time she said anything in the whole time I had carried her. And it was to ask if I could turn back. 'I forgot to turn off the oven.'

I ignored her, I was almost at the car.

The guards had stopped chasing me and had resorted to calling the police. I put Julia in de passenger seat and took my place behind the wheel. Within minutes, we were on the highway, on our way out of the city.

And the only thing I could think was: this went way too sloppy.