Black Winged Angel. Amy BlankenshipЧитать онлайн книгу.
innocent human that had probably volunteered for a night of fun, pretending to rise from the coffin and give the Halloween thrill seekers a scare when they entered the room. But this man would never rise again⦠at least Kotaro hoped he wouldnât.
Kotaro closed the lid to the coffin knowing there wasnât anything they could do for the man.
âI guess that answers the question of why there isnât a tour guide,â Yohji mused as he backed away from the coffin and glanced longingly toward the door they had entered through.
âThis is what you signed up for Yohji,â Kotaro stated. âYou knew that when Kyou offered the job to you. The only thing we can do is make sure no more are killed like this poor guy.â
He placed his hand on his earpiece knowing the others were listening, âWe have a body count started.â
âAnd demon night begins,â Kamui said softly.
Kotaro lowered his head, hoping the afterlife was kinder to the mangled guy but something quickly caught his attention on the floor beside the coffin⦠bloody footprints.
âHey Yohji,â Kotaro said softly and stepped away from the coffin, walking slowly across the floor. âCheck it out,â he finished, pointing at the carpet.
Yohji stared at what appeared to be bloody footprints going across the carpet and disappearing behind the curtain door⦠they werenât human. From that he could tell, they were oddly shaped with abnormally long toes and even longer toenails that left pinpoint bloody impressions behind.
Kotaro placed a finger to his lips, indicating quiet and Yohji nodded, removing his PPK from its holster. Taking up the rear, Yohji followed Kotaro into the next room beyond the curtain.
They made it several rooms into the maze of strobe-lights and motion-sensor screams and started to relax thinking the rest of the house was empty. Turning the corner into the next room they froze when they encountered a small group of house visitors jumping and squealing, some laughing at the scene in front of them.
Against the wall behind red velvet rope was a setup from one of the chainsaw movies⦠one of Kotaroâs favorites. The only problem was the guy driving the chainsaw into the body on the blood-covered table wasnât human. However, the body on the table was very real⦠and still alive. The woman was tied down and screaming, begging for help, but the visitors thought it was part of the show.
Kotaro felt bile rise up in his throat and glared at the monster that had real human skin stretched across its face. No doubt from another poor human that had fallen victim to the ghoul this night.
âWhy didnât we hear the screaming out front?â Yohji whispered in horror.
Kotaro moved when the chainsaw started to lower toward the womanâs already bloody leg. Just as the flickering lights hit a dark moment, he jumped over the rope and slashed at the ceiling causing a pipe to burst overhead, making cold water rain down on the horror seekers.
âMake sure these people leave out the front door,â Kotaro hissed into the earpiece at Yohji while pulling out his Berretta. âIâve got this covered.â
Yohji nodded and navigated the people out of the room and back through the parlor. He closed the door behind them and threw the deadbolt so no one could come back in. Yohji had a feeling a lot of people were going to be refunded their money but it was better to be disappointed than dead.
With a loud exhale, he turned back from the door and froze in horror when the body inside the coffin suddenly sat up. It moved stiffly⦠and liquid that Yohji didnât even want to identify oozed out of it and down the side of the coffin to drip onto the floor. Shock kept his reaction time slow when it rose to its feet and lunged at the detective, burying its teeth in his shoulder.
Yohji was knocked over by the force of the body and panicked as pain exploded in his neck. He had dropped his PPK, so he used his fists to pummel on the thing before he was finally able to dislodge its teeth.
Grabbing his handgun from the floor, Yohji winced when he saw the wire to his earpiece was severed so he couldnât call Kotaro for help⦠something he wouldnât have been able to do anyway if his partner was in the middle of a fight of his own.
The creature came at him again and this time, Yohji did the only thing he could think of⦠he screamed and ran like hell.
The ghoul, seeing he was being interrupted, swung the chainsaw clumsily at Kotaro. Kotaro ducked to miss it, dropping his gun in light of a much more effective weapon. The only problem was getting past the chainsaw. When the ghoul regained its balance, it was at the expense of the womanâs life. The chainsaw cut into her midsection and stuck, sending blood everywhere.
Glancing back to make sure Yohji was out of eyesight; Kotaro raised his hand and cast a blue light straight into the ghoul. Becoming confused, the ghoul lifted the chainsaw, and then turned the blaring thing on himself. It laid into his shoulder, adding pressure as it ate its way diagonally down his chest and out the other side. As the demons head and one arm hit the floor, Kotaro tapped his earpiece.
âYohji, I got it,â Kotaro said and waited for a moment before frowning. âYohji?â
The silence was deafening until he heard a terrified scream that reminded him a lot of the cartoon character Johnny Bravo whom was known to scream louder than a bunch of girls having a screaming contest.
Kotaro abruptly witnessed Yohji running into the room, past him, and out the next door so fast that he caused a breeze. He then heard the sickening footfalls that only a possessed dead body could make. Moving to stand directly in its path, he silently waited on it to come to him.
The thing limped into the room and stopped, coming face to face with the handsome detective. Kotaroâs ice-blue eyes glimmered with sadistic glee as he rammed his palm into the face of the ghoul.
âStay down!â Kotaro growled at the possessed body that now had a hole in its face big enough to put his fist through. Turning around, he took off through the door Yohji had just retreated through.
Yohji hadnât even slowed down when he ran past Kotaro, believing with everything in him that the dead body was still chasing him and within reaching distance. The last thing he wanted to do was run a gantlet through the whole haunted house, so when he spotted a partially hidden door, he inwardly sang praises to whatever god was listening that heâd found an exit. But as he flung it open, his momentum was too fast and he couldnât stop himself in time.
He had opened the door to a set of stairs leading down⦠stairs he actually overshot. Yohji screamed again when he started falling down them into the darkness.
Kotaro caught up to Yohji just when his partner flung open the door and took a flying leap⦠literally.
Using his powers, Kotaro moved faster than the wind itself, catching Yohji right before he impacted with the unforgiving concrete of the basement floor. He held the man back against him, noticing the cop was out cold having fainted from the scare⦠but that wasnât the problem. The problem was the huge bite the ghoul had taken out of Yohjiâs shoulder.
âBloody hell,â Kotaro exclaimed before tapping his earpiece. âKamui, we have a situation. Yohji is down. I repeat Yohji is--â
He didnât get a chance to finish as a bunch of ghouls began coming out of a rather large hole in the wall. Kotaro used his sharp eyesight to see past them into the underground tunnel that he was sure was the one Kamui had mentioned connecting the house to the cemetery.
âKotaro?â Kamui answered, and then swore a blue streak that would have made a sailor proud. âSuki!â
âIâm on it!â Suki exclaimed and started speed-driving down the back roads toward the haunted house. âDo we have any idea what we are up against?â
âGhouls,â