Page 40 of Monsters of Desire and Nightmares of Passion

“I can’t commit to such a promise. It’s not as if I want to kill you. Killing someone is such a messy thing. Imagine, I tear off your head. All that blood splatters all over the place. Then there’s the body to dispose of. I’ll have to drag your lifeless corpse somewhere. I can’t just leave it in the elevator.”

The guy’s eyes bulge as he listens to me. A stink permeates the elevator. I lean my head back to stare over the guy’s body. Urine trickles down his leg and forms a poll on the floor.

“That’s disgusting.” I tighten my grip again, accompanied by cracking noise. “What car do you drive?”

I expect an answer. Instead, his face turns blue and his tongue hangs out of his mouth.

Fuck.

I may have killed him. I drop the body. He collapses into a lifeless heap of bones and flesh.

“Man, you awake?” I nudge his body with my foot. Nothing. One of my tentacles darts toward him and I shake his shoulder. His body flops around like a ragdoll, the head moving from one side to the other. I had pressed too hard. The cracking sound was his neck breaking.

Damn. Draw is going to be pissed.

I kneel next to dead guy and go through his pockets. It’s always better to have the keys to a car than to try and start it by hot wiring the thing. The computer systems are easily triggered, then you can’t do shit anymore….

A keychain with a BMW logo drops out of his pocket.

Bingo.

Standing up, I throw the lifeless body over my shoulder, but not before taking his phone. Once the elevator door opens, I exit. As soon as I reach the garage, I click the remote control. Five cars up on the right, a silver BMW X6 blinks for me.

“Yes, baby.” At least we’ll escape in style. I carry the body over to the car. Thankfully, he backed into the space, so I can stand by the trunk and be partially out of sight.

I lay the body on the trunk and concentrate on his phone. If he has information about The Church of Light, it would be here.

“Now, let’s see if you have face or thumb recognition.”

I swipe my finger over the phone,

“Face rec? Honestly. man?”

I hold the phone in front of his face. It activates. That’s good for now, but it’s not as if I can copy his face for future.... Wait, I can adopt his face as part of my appearance and open the phone on my own. However, that leaves the issue of his corpse. If I leave the body, someone will find it. If someone finds the body, then The Church of Light will know this guy is dead. I don’t want to give them a heads up. I work out a plan that involves making them think he’s still alive, and maybe even managed to capture Ivy.

I pat the guy in the face. “That means we have to take you with us.”

I open the hatch and fold the body into a corner of the trunk. The bones crack under the pressure. The guys won’t be happy, but I don’t have to tell them right away.

I will my face to look like the murdered doctor, then take the emergency stairs back to the Psychiatric Ward.

Everything is silent. Draw and Khal sit on a couch, both with different human appearances than the ones they adopted when first rescuing Ivy. Draw has picked his go-to face, a rough-looking, dark-haired guy with a three-days growth of beard and a wicked smile. Khal loves to attract attention, so he chose this tall, muscular, bald, exotic looking guy. Ivy sat on Khal’s lap, shivering and appearing unconscious.

“What’s the plan?” I ask to no one in particular, though I look toward Draw.

“What do you think, Khal?”

Khal rolls his eyes.

These guys are awesome, but I can’t leave them unsupervised in the real world.

“How about we just walk out of here?” suggests Draw, glancing around and holding Ivy close.

“How about we get arrested and wind up on YouTube? You guys are naked, get dressed.”

Nudity is not a big deal to us. We always move around our realm naked. However, clothes are tools that we need in this realm. I cross over to a closet and pull out some scrubs.

“Dress her, too. I’ll go get a wheelchair.”

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