hallway.
Although Marco knew it was Moody, he couldn’t take his eyes off the knife clutched in his father’s hand. On instinct, he blocked the downward plunge with his forearm, taking the knife deep into his flesh.
The sound of a gunshot filled the small bathroom as Eddy was thrown forward, the knife imbedding even further with the weight of his father’s body.
The knife forgotten, Eddy sat up and spun around to face Moody. It was obvious to Marco by the crazed look in his father’s eyes he was on something.
“Next one will be between the eyes,” Moody growled.
With an animalistic scream, Eddy launched himself towards Moody. Another shot went off and his dad fell to the floor in a heap. Marco stared at the pool of blood blossoming onto the floor from under Eddy’s body. Although he knew he’d never admit it to anyone, he came close to enjoying the sight of his dad’s life draining away on the scarred wood of the old house.
In Marco’s mind it seemed fitting. How much blood had already been spilled in the small home at Eddy’s hands?
“Are you okay?” Moody asked, stepping over Eddy’s body.
Marco gazed into the face of his saviour. “I will be now.”
The paramedics rushed into the house. They started to check Eddy, but Moody growled at them. “He’s dead. Take care of the victim.”
Now that the excitement was over, Marco realised he still had a large knife running all the way through his forearm. He swallowed around the bile that began to rise. “I think I’m going to throw up.”
A small pan was thrust in front of him as he emptied his stomach contents. He barely heard Moody as he picked Marco’s phone off the floor and began talking to Kent.
Spitting one last time into the pan, Marco slumped onto his side, his head hitting the floor. He tried to keep his eyes open as he addressed Moody. “Tell him I’m okay. And someone needs to find Maria.”
* * * *
By the time Kent arrived, the paramedics were loading Marco into the back of an ambulance. He rushed over, sick at the sight of the blood-soaked towel wrapped around Marco’s arm.
“Wait!” he yelled before they could close the doors.
Relief flooded him when Marco opened his big brown eyes. “Hey,” his lover said, his voice sounding odd.
“Hey, babe.” Kent turned to the ambulance driver. “Where’re you taking him?”
The guy gave Kent the name of the hospital.
Kent nodded and gazed back at Marco. “I’ll follow in my truck.”
“Maria,” Marco reminded him.
“I won’t forget her. You just concentrate on yourself for a change.”
“We need to go, sir,” one of the paramedics informed him.
“I love you,” Kent told Marco as the ambulance doors were shut.
As soon as the emergency vehicle took off, Kent turned to search for Maria. He found her sitting in the backseat of Moody’s police issued sedan. He opened the door and knelt. “Hey, sweetheart.”
Maria blinked several times before turning to look at him. “Eddy hurt Marco.”
“I know. I’m going to find Moody and tell him I’m taking you with me to the hospital, okay?”
“Okay,” she said in a soft voice.
Kent walked towards the front door and was stopped by a uniformed officer. “Sorry, sir, but you can’t go in there.”
“The hell I can’t.” He cupped his hands over his mouth. “Moody! You’d better tell this guy to let me through before I start showing my ass.”
Moody came to stand in the doorway, an amused smirk on his face. “Let him in. I’ve got a strong feeling he’d do it.”
The officer moved aside and Kent pushed by him and into the house. “Where’s he at?”
Moody gestured to the body in the hallway. “We’re just waiting on the coroner.”
With more hatred in his heart than he’d ever felt for another soul, Kent walked over and kicked Eddy’s corpse.
“Hey, hey,” Moody admonished. “As much as I’d like to join you in kicking the shit out of that asshole, it might be a little hard to explain
Although Marco knew it was Moody, he couldn’t take his eyes off the knife clutched in his father’s hand. On instinct, he blocked the downward plunge with his forearm, taking the knife deep into his flesh.
The sound of a gunshot filled the small bathroom as Eddy was thrown forward, the knife imbedding even further with the weight of his father’s body.
The knife forgotten, Eddy sat up and spun around to face Moody. It was obvious to Marco by the crazed look in his father’s eyes he was on something.
“Next one will be between the eyes,” Moody growled.
With an animalistic scream, Eddy launched himself towards Moody. Another shot went off and his dad fell to the floor in a heap. Marco stared at the pool of blood blossoming onto the floor from under Eddy’s body. Although he knew he’d never admit it to anyone, he came close to enjoying the sight of his dad’s life draining away on the scarred wood of the old house.
In Marco’s mind it seemed fitting. How much blood had already been spilled in the small home at Eddy’s hands?
“Are you okay?” Moody asked, stepping over Eddy’s body.
Marco gazed into the face of his saviour. “I will be now.”
The paramedics rushed into the house. They started to check Eddy, but Moody growled at them. “He’s dead. Take care of the victim.”
Now that the excitement was over, Marco realised he still had a large knife running all the way through his forearm. He swallowed around the bile that began to rise. “I think I’m going to throw up.”
A small pan was thrust in front of him as he emptied his stomach contents. He barely heard Moody as he picked Marco’s phone off the floor and began talking to Kent.
Spitting one last time into the pan, Marco slumped onto his side, his head hitting the floor. He tried to keep his eyes open as he addressed Moody. “Tell him I’m okay. And someone needs to find Maria.”
* * * *
By the time Kent arrived, the paramedics were loading Marco into the back of an ambulance. He rushed over, sick at the sight of the blood-soaked towel wrapped around Marco’s arm.
“Wait!” he yelled before they could close the doors.
Relief flooded him when Marco opened his big brown eyes. “Hey,” his lover said, his voice sounding odd.
“Hey, babe.” Kent turned to the ambulance driver. “Where’re you taking him?”
The guy gave Kent the name of the hospital.
Kent nodded and gazed back at Marco. “I’ll follow in my truck.”
“Maria,” Marco reminded him.
“I won’t forget her. You just concentrate on yourself for a change.”
“We need to go, sir,” one of the paramedics informed him.
“I love you,” Kent told Marco as the ambulance doors were shut.
As soon as the emergency vehicle took off, Kent turned to search for Maria. He found her sitting in the backseat of Moody’s police issued sedan. He opened the door and knelt. “Hey, sweetheart.”
Maria blinked several times before turning to look at him. “Eddy hurt Marco.”
“I know. I’m going to find Moody and tell him I’m taking you with me to the hospital, okay?”
“Okay,” she said in a soft voice.
Kent walked towards the front door and was stopped by a uniformed officer. “Sorry, sir, but you can’t go in there.”
“The hell I can’t.” He cupped his hands over his mouth. “Moody! You’d better tell this guy to let me through before I start showing my ass.”
Moody came to stand in the doorway, an amused smirk on his face. “Let him in. I’ve got a strong feeling he’d do it.”
The officer moved aside and Kent pushed by him and into the house. “Where’s he at?”
Moody gestured to the body in the hallway. “We’re just waiting on the coroner.”
With more hatred in his heart than he’d ever felt for another soul, Kent walked over and kicked Eddy’s corpse.
“Hey, hey,” Moody admonished. “As much as I’d like to join you in kicking the shit out of that asshole, it might be a little hard to explain
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