Free Mania and the Executioner by A. L. Bridges Page A

instead of splitting his brain into its two cerebral hemispheres, I ended up cutting through the vampire’s eye. The corpse is still magnificent though; lots of red squirting everywhere. I’m really glad that I put Cheza’s bags on top of the lockers now.
    I walk over to the stunned vampire that had been lopped in half at the torso. I stick the tip of my sword into his sternum, just above his solar plexus, and I lean on it causing the vampire to start screaming. There is enough trauma at his waist for him to go into shock, but he can still feel pain this far up.
    “Now, why don’t you tell me why you wanted this package.” I ask.
    “GO FUCK YOURSE— AHHH!” the vampire screams as I lean a bit harder into the Sic blade, causing it to pierce his sternum.
    “Why do you want this package?” I ask again.
    “FUCK YOU!” the vampire screams as he spits in my face.
    “Hmm…cock-flavored spit.” I say as I wipe it from my face. I smile sweetly as I slice his shirt open.
    “That’ s hardly an answer!” I reply maniacally and start flaying him; taking long, slow, strips from his chest. The throws of agony reverberate in my bones as I flay off a total of four strips.
    “WE WERE TOLD TO TAKE THE PACKAGE FROM WHOEVER OPENS LOCKER 69 AND THEN KILL THEM. OUR MASTER SAID TO BE CAREFUL BECAUSE IT MAY BE FRAGILE!” the vampire screams.
    “Jormungandr?” I ask, flaying off another strip of skin and reveling in the result.
    “YES! YES! NOW PLEASE JUST KILL ME!” the vampire screams.
    I raise my Sic blade up by my left ear, and then I stop and listen. The police are still a good fifteen seconds away, giving me at least thirty; why not have a little more fun?
    “COLE! JUST KILL HIM! Please...” Cheza begs as her voice cracks. Cheza’s crying…did I do that? I’m the cause of her tears, aren’t I?
    I bring my blade through the vampire’s neck as a female police officer opens the door, weapon drawn, with a second officer on her heels. I think the male officer is the first officer’s partner.
    “DROP YOUR WEAPONS!” the first and second officers shout, not in unison because that would be crazy.
    “Relax, I’m a fe—” I start to say as they both open fire, the second officer firing first and the first officer following; I can hardly say I blame them, it looks like a damn SAW movie in here! They are using Glock 17 9mm pistols and each fires three rounds at staggered intervals. I quickly fortify my legs and as I step into the six bullets, knowing that I can’t dodge them when the officers are less than fifteen feet away.
    “I SAID RELAX!” I yell as they look at me slack jawed; understandable considering that they just shot me six times and I’m still standing.
    “Now, can I finish what I was going to say or is someone going to shoot at me again?” I ask and the officers shake their heads no.
    “Good. ” I say while I holster my gun.
    I take off my jacket and set it on top of the lockers, next to the bags, so I can sheathe my Sic blade. I raise my Sic blade into the air as a third officer with a shotgun walks in and shoots me in the chest upon seeing my raised sword. I was completely unprepared for this and I don’t have enough room to maneuver for the capability to dodge the scattered pellets. This results in me taking the full buckshot in the upper chest, a few pellets severing both arteries in my neck. I’m jettisoned three feet backwards and into the wall; I leave a bloody smear as I slide down the length of it.
    “COLE! COOOOLE!” I hear Cheza scream in my head. I’m a little stunned by the wall and the two severed arteries, so I don’t respond right away.
    (Cole, something has happened to Chezarei)
    “What!? What happened!?” I hear the sound of a man’s scream outside.
    (She has entered into the Protector Drive state)
    The door blows open and my perceptions speed up to see Cheza ripping the third officer’s shotgun from his hands, tossing it across the room. I think I saw frost form on the