“Yesss…I…did…it…” Hardly able to speak, Rick forced himself to look up at Pete. Even with half his face lying in a pool of slime on the floor, the defiant expression of hatred was still evident. “You…should…be…dead…not… me! You…!” He broke off, unable to say anymore.
A choking sound came from somewhere deep in his throat. It was followed by a thud, as his head crashed to the floor.
“Oh, my God!” Andy rushed to the door. He had never seen anything so grotesque.
“Will someone please tell me? What the hell is Trojan?” The reporter thrust the mike at Pete. “And how does it fit into all of this?” He pointed towards Rick. “I can't believe what we've just witnessed. Oh, my God, his flesh is still melting. When will it stop?”
“I'm not the person to answer your questions,” said Pete. “Sir Charl
