Forty:
'OK, we have one chance at this.' Gloria said, standing beside Dexter at the front of the hospital. 'We find Bella before that psycho kleptomaniac, or...'
'Don't finish that sentence. But, uh...the Medicus isn't exactly the simplest of kleptomaniacs, is he? He doesn't really steal simple things.'
'To him, organs and bones are. And he really does need them for his living choice at 'immortality'.' She shook her head. 'If someone just asked him to return everything, he easily would.'
'Ew.'
'I know.'
'Why'd you stay with him anyway?' Dexter asked as she crouched down before him and began picking the lock. She was far slower than Bellatrix ever was.
Who would've thought a demon would be slower than a hunter?
She shrugged and looked up at him, outlined by moonlight.
'I needed his surgical skills. You'd be surprised at how hard it is to get your hands on a supernatural doctor. I had to settle with what was there.'
Dexter shrugged. 'Fair enough. Do you think we'll get to Trix before he does?'
Gloria looked away. 'I don't know.'
I heard the faint sounds of locks being cut open, two floors down.
Shadows jumped out as I rounded corners, and even know the stink of antiseptic hung in the air.
I could've sworn there were people in the shadows too- but the weird poison, from the sulphur, was causing me to hallucinate like it had been ever since I had woken up in the hospital.
A different one from this.
Stumbling forward, I struggled to walk in a straight line while my vision went in and out of focus.
'Immortality is very high maintenance.' My hearing was so out of whack, I couldn't tell whether or not the voice was right beside me, or down the hall up a floor, like I had heard the chains two floors below.
'See, when things start to fail- like my eyes, maybe- all I have to do is go around and find someone else with a good pair, and...BORROW them for awhile.'
I suddenly saw the doctor's scarred, mismatched face up so close to my own, and I fell back, sliding against the tiled floor. It was slick with something warm and dark- I prayed it wasn't blood.
'What do you want from me?' I hissed, trying to see through the shadows and my own hallucinations.
Crazy people didn't know they were crazy, did they?
'There's a few things I want from you, before you leave us.'
I couldn't see him...or IT anymore, but that didn't mean squat.
'Does everyone know about that?' I asked in annoyance, still lying in the massive puddle of blood. Where it had come from, I didn't know, nor was I sure I really wanted to.
'You're not fair game anymore- doesn't make you as fun.' I recognised the familiar slur of the Texan demon, and had enough power left in me to roll my eyes.
'You again? Don't you have better things to do than work with homicidal doctors?' I asked incredulously.
'Sadly, no.' He suddenly appeared in front of my vision, in the same body as before when I had shot him. 'Quit pathetic, ain't it?'
'No, that's just you demons in general.' I spat back.
I think he said something else, but a sudden pounding pain started up in my temple, and I was momentarily blinded and deaf.
As soon as I came back around, the demon's ugly face leaped out of the dead mortal's face, leering.
'You know what? I'm gonna miss you darlin'. You used to be fun- 'til you started dyin' on us.'
'Sorry to disappoint.' I said weakly before I blacked out for good this time.
