opened slightly.
He didn’t seem the type to not shut his front door, so she pushed it open a little further. “Ash?” she called out. No one answered her. Her heart kicked things up a notch and she really was worried about him by that point. She pushed the door open further and took a tentative step into the main room.
She was greeted with a whole lot of emptiness. His living room was barely furnished. There was a well-worn sofa, a bookshelf, and a TV. Since he obviously wasn’t in there, she moved further into his house. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, preparing to call 911 if need be.
She found the kitchen to be empty as well.
As she walked down the hall to his bedroom, Elizabeth was torn between feeling like an intruder and being completely terrified that some ill had befallen him. What if someone had broken into his home and shot him? It wasn’t like he hadn’t been shot before. What if that newly healing heart gave out on him and she found him lying dead on the floor.
Her palms became sweaty and it was all she could do to keep her breathing steady. There was a door to her left and she pushed it open. The bathroom was empty, sort of. The sink was full of knives that were covered in blood. The counter top was bloodstained as well.
Fearing the worst, Elizabeth didn’t touch anything. Instead, she went to the only bedroom and carefully opened the door. That room too, was empty. She went inside and saw something she would never forget.
In the corner of the room was a trash can. It was a tall can like one would keep in the kitchen. That wasn’t the bad part. It was full of clothes and the stench of old blood assaulted her nose. She got closer and realized that it was the clothes that smelled of coppery blood.
She had been a trauma doctor for too long not to recognize that smell.
Elizabeth put her hand over her mouth and bit back her emotions. Her eyes found a cabinet built into the wall, the door slightly ajar. She couldn’t stop herself even if she had wanted to. She pushed it further open and immediately regretted her decision.
It was full of weapons. Mostly knives of different shapes and sizes. At least these were clean. Elizabeth inspected each one carefully, noting that each knife was well used. She could tell by the tiny nicks in the blades. There were also pegs for at least three more knives, which were missing.
What the hell was Ash into? And what had she gotten herself into?
Her stomach turned into lead in her belly and she sat hard on the side of his bed. She had hoped there was something about him that meant safe, but now she knew that her initial impression of him had been right. This man was dangerous. From the looks of things, he wasn’t just a thug, but a killer.
She had to get out of there. Now.
Elizabeth found the nerve to work her feet and she quickly headed for the front door. She crossed into the living room. There. She could see her way out. She would leave and never look back. Hell, she may have to contact the authorities. But first, she wanted to talk to Leanne.
Just as her hand settled on the door, Ash came home. By came home, he appeared out of thin air ! He was breathing heavily and the look on his face was purely murderous. He was covered in blood and one of those knives was in his shaking hand.
Elizabeth screamed.
***
Ash felt only marginally better than he had before he took himself to Hell. He had gone on a recon mission. He needed to know where to find that fucking demon he was supposed to kill and he needed to know more about the demon he worked for. After killing numerous minions, he had ascertained that the demon’s name was in fact, Shax.
What a stupid fucking name.
Apparently, there was a lot of shit going down in Hell recently. Stephan, Lucifer’s son, had killed his father. The
He didn’t seem the type to not shut his front door, so she pushed it open a little further. “Ash?” she called out. No one answered her. Her heart kicked things up a notch and she really was worried about him by that point. She pushed the door open further and took a tentative step into the main room.
She was greeted with a whole lot of emptiness. His living room was barely furnished. There was a well-worn sofa, a bookshelf, and a TV. Since he obviously wasn’t in there, she moved further into his house. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, preparing to call 911 if need be.
She found the kitchen to be empty as well.
As she walked down the hall to his bedroom, Elizabeth was torn between feeling like an intruder and being completely terrified that some ill had befallen him. What if someone had broken into his home and shot him? It wasn’t like he hadn’t been shot before. What if that newly healing heart gave out on him and she found him lying dead on the floor.
Her palms became sweaty and it was all she could do to keep her breathing steady. There was a door to her left and she pushed it open. The bathroom was empty, sort of. The sink was full of knives that were covered in blood. The counter top was bloodstained as well.
Fearing the worst, Elizabeth didn’t touch anything. Instead, she went to the only bedroom and carefully opened the door. That room too, was empty. She went inside and saw something she would never forget.
In the corner of the room was a trash can. It was a tall can like one would keep in the kitchen. That wasn’t the bad part. It was full of clothes and the stench of old blood assaulted her nose. She got closer and realized that it was the clothes that smelled of coppery blood.
She had been a trauma doctor for too long not to recognize that smell.
Elizabeth put her hand over her mouth and bit back her emotions. Her eyes found a cabinet built into the wall, the door slightly ajar. She couldn’t stop herself even if she had wanted to. She pushed it further open and immediately regretted her decision.
It was full of weapons. Mostly knives of different shapes and sizes. At least these were clean. Elizabeth inspected each one carefully, noting that each knife was well used. She could tell by the tiny nicks in the blades. There were also pegs for at least three more knives, which were missing.
What the hell was Ash into? And what had she gotten herself into?
Her stomach turned into lead in her belly and she sat hard on the side of his bed. She had hoped there was something about him that meant safe, but now she knew that her initial impression of him had been right. This man was dangerous. From the looks of things, he wasn’t just a thug, but a killer.
She had to get out of there. Now.
Elizabeth found the nerve to work her feet and she quickly headed for the front door. She crossed into the living room. There. She could see her way out. She would leave and never look back. Hell, she may have to contact the authorities. But first, she wanted to talk to Leanne.
Just as her hand settled on the door, Ash came home. By came home, he appeared out of thin air ! He was breathing heavily and the look on his face was purely murderous. He was covered in blood and one of those knives was in his shaking hand.
Elizabeth screamed.
***
Ash felt only marginally better than he had before he took himself to Hell. He had gone on a recon mission. He needed to know where to find that fucking demon he was supposed to kill and he needed to know more about the demon he worked for. After killing numerous minions, he had ascertained that the demon’s name was in fact, Shax.
What a stupid fucking name.
Apparently, there was a lot of shit going down in Hell recently. Stephan, Lucifer’s son, had killed his father. The
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