Thirty-Nine:
Dexter sighed and looked up at the girl Gloria had possessed. Rubbing his black eye tenderly, he said, 'Sorry for Bellatrix. She's...uh...'
'No need to apologise.' Gloria said, not looking up from Dexter's laptop. 'I've known Bella since before you were born.'
'Really?'
She nodded, and looked up. Her brown eyes took on a darker shade before she looked back. 'She wasn't always this agro, if you didn't know.'
'I can't see Trixie NOT being agro for once.' Dexter admitted, laughing slightly.
They sat at a table at a cafe near the Gold Coast Hospital, sun shining brightly as if to mock their situation.
'Well, she wasn't. And I know where she is. But we don't have much longer before she...you know...'
'Yeah.' Dexter turned away. 'I know.'
July 1992
I sat on the steps of the RoadHouse with Dexter beside me, but being two, I still had to make sure he didn't fall backwards suddenly.
It was kind of funny.
I heard the steady thud of Johnny coming around behind us through the closed door, and Dana's light steps following.
Dad and Mum were somewhere deeper inside- I dunno where.
'And then the fox ate the gingerbread man, stopping his bloody and gore-y rampage.' I finished, and looked down at Dexter.
He gave me a weird look, as if he actually understood what I was on about, and thought I was a total freak.
Oh well.
'Well I think it's a good story. Don't you think so?'
He gave me another look, and I laughed. 'Next time you choose it.'
Dana suddenly appeared on my other side, and I jumped. 'Wow!' I cried.
'That was really fast!'
She smiled big.
'How do you move so fast?'
'I have my ways.' She said.
'Can you tell me?' I asked.
'And ruin the secret? No way!' She laughed, and I did too.
December 2013- two days
I looked over the desk at the 20-something year old dude who had also been chasing the Medicus for god knows how long for god knows what reason.
'And you're sure?' I asked quietly, dangerously. I had five days left with no leads whatsoever, and my brother and his demon bitch trying to chase me down.
I was NOT going down without a fight.
'What's making you do this?' He asked, leaning on his desk, grey eyes shining darkly. 'I mean, going after that bastard is practically a suicide mission. You'd have to be crazy- or already dead.'
'Take your pick.' I said. 'I don't care either way. Just hurry up and tell me where he is, and how I can kill the damned mother. I don't have enough time to be wasting it on you.'
He leaned back, a look of shock masking his face only for a second. 'Uh...OK. Last I heard, he was going through the hospital- it had been closed down because of health reasons.'
'How long have you been after him?' I asked.
'Longer than I can remember. Why are you?'
Almost subconsciously, I rubbed the scar through my sleeve. 'That's not important. You sure he's there?'
'Sure as the nose on my face.'
'And it's a big one at that.' I stood. 'Thanks.'
'Hey, Grimm.'
I turned back. 'How do you know-'
His eyes went black, then back to grey.
'Son of a bitch.' I hissed to myself. 'Can't you lot leave me alone? I'm dying soon anyway.'
'I'm trying to help you. Not all of us are evil. Hell, we used to be humans too. And when you die, and you spend enough time down there, you're gonna become one of us too, because that's really what Hell is- forgetting what it's like to be human.'
I clenched my jaw. 'Thanks for the pep talk. I'll be sure to keep that in mind as I'm being torn apart by Hell Hounds.'
'Well that's a plus.'
I slammed the door behind me.
I stood out the back of the hospital, checking the sig saucer's chamber and cleaning out the barrel as best I could with my finger.
Majority of my guns needed an urgent maintenance check, especially if I was going to give it all to Dexter.
The boy couldn't work his way around the safety, let alone taking them apart and putting them back together again.
And that was if I ever saw him again.
Blocking that particular thought out of my head, I jimmied the lock open and slipped inside the shut down hospital, leaving the door open slightly with moonlight shining in.
It was kinda pretty, in a deathly sort of way.
