Dean walked inside a diner. He was hungry, so he’d have some hamburgers and a beer. He walked to a meza, jedwali and signaled at the waitress. She froze when she saw him, but walked to him anyway.
“What can I get you?” she asked, trying to keep a straight face.
Dean gave his order and she walked away again. She leaned towards her boss. “That’s Castiel Novak” she mumbled.
“I know” her boss ametoa maoni softly and he took his phone. His eyes on Dean he dialed 911.
Ten dakika later the waitress brought Dean his meal.
“Thank you, sweetheart” Dean alisema flirty. “Why don’t wewe sit down?”
“Thank you, but I can’t” the waitress refused.
“Why not? It’s quiet” Dean looked around.
The waitress looked helplessly at her boss, who nodded encouragingly. She sank down opposite Dean and watched him eating with those hands that had killed dozens of people.
“Hey…” he stared at her name card. “Grace” he read. Then he looked up and smiled. “You wouldn’t happen to have any pie around, would you?”
“Sure, I’ll go check” Grace alisema with a slightly trembling voice. She stood up and staggered to the bar. “He wants pie” she mumbled terrified as if Dean had required her soul. “How long until they’re here? I can’t do this much longer”
Her boss put a plate with a piece of cake in her hands. “Just a few zaidi minutes”
Grace frowned angry and scared as she walked back to Dean’s table.
“Thank you, sweetie” Dean smiled as she put the plate down. He waved at the kiti, kiti cha opposite him, telling her to sit down again. “Wow, this…this is the best pie I’ve ever eaten”
“I’ll make sure our chef’s hears about it” Grace promised weak. She heard a car stop and peeked through the window. She tried not to onyesha any sign of relief as she saw the police van parked on the driveway.
The door opened and two police officers walked in. They first looked at the bar who nodded in Dean’s direction. The officers headed there and stopped at Dean’s table.
“Castiel Novak?”
Dean looked up, confused. “What? No, I’m not Cas-Oh, crap, I totally forgot about that” he mumbled in himself.
Grace looked up at him, completely dismayed. How did one forget about the dozens of murders they’ve committed?
“I suppose I have to come with you, right?” Dean guessed. “Oh, well” he added as he stood. At first it appeared he was going to surrender willingly, but then he threw a ngumi, punch at one of the officers. He pushed him against the other officer making them both lose their balance and he ran to the exit.
Once outside two zaidi officers aimed their gun at him.
“Mr. Novak, we’re allowed to shoot you, if wewe try to escape” one of them alisema loud and clear. “Think very hard about your inayofuata move”
“What can I get you?” she asked, trying to keep a straight face.
Dean gave his order and she walked away again. She leaned towards her boss. “That’s Castiel Novak” she mumbled.
“I know” her boss ametoa maoni softly and he took his phone. His eyes on Dean he dialed 911.
Ten dakika later the waitress brought Dean his meal.
“Thank you, sweetheart” Dean alisema flirty. “Why don’t wewe sit down?”
“Thank you, but I can’t” the waitress refused.
“Why not? It’s quiet” Dean looked around.
The waitress looked helplessly at her boss, who nodded encouragingly. She sank down opposite Dean and watched him eating with those hands that had killed dozens of people.
“Hey…” he stared at her name card. “Grace” he read. Then he looked up and smiled. “You wouldn’t happen to have any pie around, would you?”
“Sure, I’ll go check” Grace alisema with a slightly trembling voice. She stood up and staggered to the bar. “He wants pie” she mumbled terrified as if Dean had required her soul. “How long until they’re here? I can’t do this much longer”
Her boss put a plate with a piece of cake in her hands. “Just a few zaidi minutes”
Grace frowned angry and scared as she walked back to Dean’s table.
“Thank you, sweetie” Dean smiled as she put the plate down. He waved at the kiti, kiti cha opposite him, telling her to sit down again. “Wow, this…this is the best pie I’ve ever eaten”
“I’ll make sure our chef’s hears about it” Grace promised weak. She heard a car stop and peeked through the window. She tried not to onyesha any sign of relief as she saw the police van parked on the driveway.
The door opened and two police officers walked in. They first looked at the bar who nodded in Dean’s direction. The officers headed there and stopped at Dean’s table.
“Castiel Novak?”
Dean looked up, confused. “What? No, I’m not Cas-Oh, crap, I totally forgot about that” he mumbled in himself.
Grace looked up at him, completely dismayed. How did one forget about the dozens of murders they’ve committed?
“I suppose I have to come with you, right?” Dean guessed. “Oh, well” he added as he stood. At first it appeared he was going to surrender willingly, but then he threw a ngumi, punch at one of the officers. He pushed him against the other officer making them both lose their balance and he ran to the exit.
Once outside two zaidi officers aimed their gun at him.
“Mr. Novak, we’re allowed to shoot you, if wewe try to escape” one of them alisema loud and clear. “Think very hard about your inayofuata move”
Cas stroked his hair and tried to keep his breathing under control. Meg didn’t understand. He needed more. He had lied about the pain being back, but he hadn’t lied about needing another dose. He opened the upper buttons of his shirt, suddenly feeling feverish.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one kwa one.
He leaned against the cold, marble ukuta and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one kwa one.
He leaned against the cold, marble ukuta and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Anna materialized in the ICU. The doctors had brought Cas here. There was nothing they could do as long as they didn’t have the donors they needed.
Anna, holding a pair of kidneys in her left hand and a liver in her right hand, quickly walked to the bed. She removed the sheets with her mind and cut open Cas’ belly. While blood streamed alongside Cas’ unconscious body and on the matrass, Anna put the organs in their rightful place.
The monitor started beeping and Anna vanished, when a team of doctor’s came rushing into the intensive care.
“I need to talk to security” the doctor said, when he’d fixed up Cas’ properly. “Someone was here. Someone attempted to kill this man”
“Someone who gave him the organs he needed?” his assistant frowned. “Why would anyone do that?”
“I don’t know” the doctor said. “But I want someone to keep an eye on him, as long as he’s here”
Anna, holding a pair of kidneys in her left hand and a liver in her right hand, quickly walked to the bed. She removed the sheets with her mind and cut open Cas’ belly. While blood streamed alongside Cas’ unconscious body and on the matrass, Anna put the organs in their rightful place.
The monitor started beeping and Anna vanished, when a team of doctor’s came rushing into the intensive care.
“I need to talk to security” the doctor said, when he’d fixed up Cas’ properly. “Someone was here. Someone attempted to kill this man”
“Someone who gave him the organs he needed?” his assistant frowned. “Why would anyone do that?”
“I don’t know” the doctor said. “But I want someone to keep an eye on him, as long as he’s here”
Meg looked around the police station. So that was why no one was answering her calls for help. They were all dead. There were bodies everywhere and their insides were torn out. The floor was covered in blood.
“Meg”
Meg looked up. Daphne had entered the building. She stared shocked at the bodies.
“You killed all those people” she alisema trembling. It wasn’t a question, but an observation. “You’re going to hurt zaidi people. I can’t let wewe do that”
“You can’t handle me. I’m too strong for your” Meg said. She walked towards Daphne and passed her. If she was going to try something Meg could easily take her down.
However, as she passed by, Daphne jumped mbele and stabbed Meg in her neck with syringe, containing a red substance.
“Aaaahhh!” Meg gasped and she touched her neck. “What the hell are wewe doing?”
But Daphne had left the building and ran for her life.
“Meg”
Meg looked up. Daphne had entered the building. She stared shocked at the bodies.
“You killed all those people” she alisema trembling. It wasn’t a question, but an observation. “You’re going to hurt zaidi people. I can’t let wewe do that”
“You can’t handle me. I’m too strong for your” Meg said. She walked towards Daphne and passed her. If she was going to try something Meg could easily take her down.
However, as she passed by, Daphne jumped mbele and stabbed Meg in her neck with syringe, containing a red substance.
“Aaaahhh!” Meg gasped and she touched her neck. “What the hell are wewe doing?”
But Daphne had left the building and ran for her life.
Meg read the book as if it was a detective and she wanted to know who the killer was. Daphne’s life had been a roller coaster due to her illness. But everyone knew Daphne was crazy, including Cas’ attorney. So she kept looking for something different.
When she was near the end she discovered something strange. She flipped a few pages, when a piece of paper fell out of the book. Meg picked it up and opened it. She read the letter and compared the handwriting with the one in the book.
She threw the book on the floor and conjured her phone.
No signal, it said
“Damn it!” she cursed.
She carefully stretch her arm, but the Key of Solomon was still working perfectly.
She looked at the hard stone floor and stamped on it, causing part of the floor to break. Meg grabbed a piece of the floor and threw it at the ceiling.
The Key of Solomon broke and Meg kicked her cell open.
When she was near the end she discovered something strange. She flipped a few pages, when a piece of paper fell out of the book. Meg picked it up and opened it. She read the letter and compared the handwriting with the one in the book.
She threw the book on the floor and conjured her phone.
No signal, it said
“Damn it!” she cursed.
She carefully stretch her arm, but the Key of Solomon was still working perfectly.
She looked at the hard stone floor and stamped on it, causing part of the floor to break. Meg grabbed a piece of the floor and threw it at the ceiling.
The Key of Solomon broke and Meg kicked her cell open.
