Others Like Me - Hotline Miami Fanfiction

Chapter 15

The sounds of heavy clomping echoed down the stairwell above Corey. She took care to step around the dead man's feet that blocked the door from closing and took a spot on the side of the doorway, waiting for the next hunter to come test her mettle. She heard the heavy footsteps grow closer, pausing at the final set of stairs, most likely noticing the bloody body. The heavy footsteps slowed to a crawl, becoming considerably more cautious, as if the heavy figure sensed he was walking into a trap.

Corey sprung from around the corner and slammed the door to the stairwell fully open before aiming her pistol at the burly figure. Tony's body tensed as his body prepared to dart to the side, before stopping mid step as he realized who it was pointing the gun at him. Corey's eyes widened in realization, lifting the gun up and moving her finger away from the trigger.

Tony's hand suddenly sprang foreword, snatching the gun from her hand roughly, before sticking his middle finger in her masked face. "Fuck you Corey! You trying to kill me or something?" Tony snarled, doing his best to mask his embarrassment. Corey shrugged. "I didnt pull the trigger... did I?" Corey said nonchalantly. Tony glared at her, his orange hazel eyes smoldering with competitive rage. "If you did, you'd only piss me off." He insisted. Corey smiled under her mask and nodded. She held out her hand, palm up at Tony. The brute looked down at the hand, before reluctantly slapping the pistol into her grip with much more force then necessary, causing Corey to wince as the metal gun smacked against her palm.

Tony pushed past Corey, and stepped into the basement. She watched him silently, unsure what to make of his intense gaze as he began walking around the basement, moving from body to body. She shadowed the big lug as he started mumbling to himself. It took her a moment to realize he was counting. She waited, feeling a tad bit awkward as Tony ignored her existence during the whole process, unsure if she should say anything or not. Finally, Tony turned to her, his eyes wide with genuine surprise. "You did all this?" Tony said with bewildered awe. Corey couldnt help but feel insulted by his surprise. She sighed and stuck the 9mm pistol into her jacket pocket, before giving a little nod. "Yep."

Tony didnt say anything more on the matter as they made their way back up the stairs and to the first floor elevators. Corey didnt really expect a pat on the head from Tony of all people, but deep down she wanted to believe that the big lug was impressed with her. Tony pressed the up button for the elevator, and they waited in silence. Corey held the pipe in one hand, while her other hand rested on the handle of the pistol protruding from her front jacket pocket. Tony ground his teeth impatiently, and clenched his knuckles so tightly, that she could hear them crackle and creak.

The elevator opened with the pleasant chiming sound, and they both stepped inside. Tony quickly pressed the button to the top floor, or at least the top floor they could reach without a key. Corey briefly considered teasing Tony about if he managed to find the key in the midst of all the chaos, before dismissing the idea.

"Alright Corey, time for your James Bond shit..." Tony grumbled as they reached the top floor. Corey pressed the emergency stop button, before looking down at the bag of tools. She didnt know why, but she expected Tony to be the one to pry open the doors, but he just stood there with his arms crossed, like he wanted no part of Corey's "bullshit plan".

Corey knelt down front of the bag, leaning the metal pipe against the corner of the elevator. She pulled a crowbar from the bag, and handed it to Tony, who reluctantly took it after she held it in front of him for a few moments. She pulled out a pry bar and looked up at the top emergency service hatch. "I got it." Tony mumbled, pushing Corey aside, before stabbing the pointy end of the crowbar up into the hatch and popped it open.

As Tony threw the crowbar back into the bag, he glanced down at the bags content's. He suddenly knelt down, opening the bag wider and staring down in disbelief. Corey watched him, feeling a sudden wave of self consciousness. "What...?" She asked hesitantly. Tony pulled a bundled length of climber's rope from the bag and held it up to Corey. She narrowed her eyes. "Yea, its rope, so?" Corey said indignantly. Tony just stared at her for a few seconds, instead of answering, much to Corey's annoyance. He finally spoke, glancing at the rope. "Why did you bring this...?" Tony asked. Corey shrugged. "I dont know, I thought we might need it to get up the elevator?" Corey said.