Chapter 32
I followed Dr. Brixham down the now deserted corridor, each of my hands gripping a pistol. As the fire alarm wailed, my thoughts were a slide show of still images, each one drenched in blood.
There are some things you can’t ever really get over, some things that claw their way into the marrow of your bones and bind themselves to your soul, until you are them and they are you and going back is a foolish, worthless dream. The crunch of the paperweight meeting bone… My finger pulling the trigger… The man’s final, wretched cry, his blood pooling on the tile… These things were all part of me now, and it made me want to tear my skin off. I’d start at my cheek, finish the job I’d started there, then keep going, until I’d finally laid bare the monster within.
Because surely I couldn’
