114 Beat Up

Shakily, I grabbed one of them and brought it to my eye level.

I wanted to kill her for what she did, but I've decided that I don't want her to die just yet.

I want her to survive and then suffer through these injuries for the rest of her life.

Better yet, I want her to lose the ability to harm anyone else.

Grinning widely, I gripped the cold metal tightly in the palms of my hands and breathed heavily through the rush of adrenaline-filled energy.

With no hesitation, I brought the blade down on her flesh, stabbing repeatedly into both of her elbows and wrists in order to completely destroy the nerves in her arms.

Blood sprayed everywhere, trickling down her arms and pooling underneath her body.

Doing this will ensure that she would never be able to use her hands again, would never be able to hurt another person the way she hurt me.

Once I finished massacring her arms, I wiped my bloody hands onto the front of her shirt and tried to get rid of the stain when I realized that I would need clothes in order to get out of here.

Damn it.

Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I pulled off her bloody surgical gown and noted that her regular scrubs did not look too stained with blood.

There was a little spotting, but it was fine.

I ended up taking her clothes and dressing in them.

Afterward, I grabbed a towel off of the metal tray and put pressure against the open wounds on my face and stomach to stop the bleeding.

The skin burned like liquid-fire had been poured on it, but I clenched my teeth through it all and closed the flaps of open flesh.

With a deep breath, I tied the towel tightly around my stomach in fear that my organs or my womb would fall out of the gaping hole they left in my lower abdomen.

At this point, my energy was starting to run low, probably from the shock and blood loss, but I didn't have time to think about that.

Scar was probably going to come back from his cigarette break soon because it took me at least ten minutes to beat up Candy.

And I know that my chances are too slim if I decide to run out of here.

Scar would come back to this mess, inform the higher-ups and the Hunters would be after me in a heartbeat. So that would be a big no from me.

The only way to ensure my escape is to take Scar down too, beat him up the way I did Candy.

With a small grunt, I picked up the computer monitor and pocketed the scalpel.

Since Candy wasn't getting up anytime soon from her position on the ground, I didn't bother to do anything else to her.

I dragged my battered body past Candy's bloody form, turned the lights off, hid behind the door and waited for my next victim.

My heart was beating in my throat and blood was roaring in my ears, pounding like the start of a headache.

The wait was always terrible.

But, thankfully, I didn't have to wait very long because not even ten minutes later, the door handle started to turn.

I swallowed down a mouthful of saliva and metallic blood while my shaking hands tightened painfully around the computer monitor.

I pray to God that the person walking in is going to be Scar because if it isn't, I would be pretty screwed.

"What the fuck, Candy? Did you leave already?" Scar asked, much to my relief.

His voice was laced thickly with annoyance.

And since my eyes have already adjusted to the darkness, I could see him fumble to find the light switch.

I grinned.

With one foot, I pushed the door closed.

He noticed and moved out of the way just before the door could close on him and stepped inside of the room.

Terrible move.

Because now he's stuck inside of here...with me...a person he did not want to be stuck with.

"What the fu—?" he shouted.

But before he could finish his sentence or flick the light on, I bashed his head in with the computer monitor.