The Book of Death (Bourbon Kid 4)

partner to join him. The police station looked totally desolate
and unoccupied. Dante walked unashamedly towards it, secure in the knowledge
that anything that might be lurking nearby would not dare harm him. His
girlfriend Kacy slipped from the shadows and chased after him.
    ‘I’m not convinced this is the
best place to be right now,’ she called out to him as he made his way up the
concrete steps that led to the glass double doors at the front of the station.
    ‘Trust me,’ he said, pushing the
glass door on the right open. ‘There’s something here you’re gonna like.’ He
peered around the door to check if anyone was around.
    Kacy wasn’t convinced. ‘Unless
it’s a cure to turn us back to normal I doubt I’m gonna like it.’
    ‘Come on. There’s no one here,’
said Dante waving her in through the door as he held it open for her.
    Kacy stepped inside and waited
for him to lead the way. The reception area inside the station was a mess. And
eerily quiet. Dante headed towards an elevator on the far side of the
reception, past several unmanned desks. Blood covered the desks, walls and much
of the floor around the reception area. The corpse of a police officer lay on
the floor by the right hand wall.   The top half of his head was missing.
    ‘I wonder what happened to him?’
Kacy asked, stepping clear of the body.
    ‘The monk Peto knocked him out.’
    ‘The monk who had his head cut
off earlier?’
    ‘Yeah, Peto. He was a good guy.’
    ‘I hope the cops find the person
who cut his head off.’
    ‘I bet they don’t even find the
head.’
    Kacy frowned as she stared at
the corpse on the floor. ‘How did knocking this guy out leave him in this
state?’
    ‘After Peto knocked him out, the
Bourbon Kid shot him in the back of the head to make sure he didn’t wake up.’
    ‘Nice,’ said Kacy, taking one
last look at the body before following Dante over to the elevator. ‘Where
exactly is the Kid now? Can we find him? Would he help us?’
    Dante shook his head. ‘Nah. The
Monk used the Eye of the Moon to help the Kid get his soul back or something.
It turned him all queer and then he just drove off and left us.’
    ‘Asshole.’
    ‘Yeah. I wouldn’t call him that
to his face though.’
    Dante pressed a button in the
wall by the elevator to call it up to their floor. As the gears of the elevator
began to churn, Kacy became aware of a foul stench in the air.
    ‘What on earth is that smell?’
she asked.
    ‘Shit.’
    ‘What?’
    ‘That smell is shit.’
    The elevator made a pinging
noise and the doors opened, revealing an elevator carriage with walls covered
in blood and shit.
    ‘Oh my God,’ Kacy put her hand
over her mouth and reeled back, not just at the shock of the sight but also at
the stink.
    ‘See,’ said Dante pointing at
some of the browner patches. ‘ Shit . Kid rammed a shotgun up a cop’s ass
and blew his guts out. Shit went everywhere. Real nasty.’
    ‘Can we take the stairs?’ Kacy
asked.
    Dante stepped into the elevator
and pressed a button on the keypad on the right hand side.
    ‘Come on in,’ he said. ‘It’s
just shit. And blood.’ He glanced at a spot on the floor out of Kacy’s eye
line, before adding, ‘and a testicle by the looks of it. Real hairy one.’
    ‘I’m taking the stairs,’ said
Kacy. ‘What floor are you going to?’
    ‘Basement.’
    ‘See you there.’
    The elevator doors closed and
Kacy hurried over to a door on the right that led to a flight of stairs. She
rushed down them and arrived in the basement a good few seconds before the
elevator.
    The basement was a disused
locker room. It had seen better days and was in need of some serious
modernisation and a good clean up. There were several long wooden benches
nailed to the walls with unlocked grey metal sports lockers above them. The
floor was covered in blood (similar to the floor in the reception area above)
and black burn marks. And much like the elevator, the place stank of shit and
death. The walls too, were stained with a ridiculous amount of blood. Dried
blood though, not the kind that would satisfy the lusting that Kacy was
beginning to feel. The sight of it made her incredibly hungry.
    The elevator made another
pinging sound, the doors parted and Dante stepped out. He looked around at his
surroundings.
    ‘Why are we here?’ Kacy asked.
    ‘There’s something here you
might like. Or certainly need anyway.’
    ‘Like what? A dirty jockstrap?’
asked Kacy looking around