helicopters and fighting with No. 6 at the top of the stairs. I remembered running through the house and finally finding my door to freedom. I remembered seeing Ari’s face in a sea of lights and faces.
I rubbed the back of my head and asked, “What happened?”
“He came after you with a…” Ari swallowed hard, “with a bat and he hit you.”
I lay silent for a while.
“Ari?”
“Mmm?” he answered as he ran his fingers through my hair.
“Is he dead?”
It was his turn to stay silent.
“No, Ava, he’s not dead.”
He rubbed his scruffy cheek as he usually does when he ’s thinking about something or when he is nervous or uncomfortable.
“He ’s in the hospital in critical condition. He was shot five times. They took him to the hospital per procedure. None of paramedics thought he was going to last the first five minutes in the ambulance…but...”
“But…I have to do it, don ’t I?” I asked, cutting him off. “I am the only person who can really end his life on earth?”
“Ava, don ’t worry about that right now. He isn’t going anywhere. If he ever recovers, the authorities will take him straight to prison. He will never get to you again.”
I nodded my head and then snuggled deeper into Ari ’s chest. I willed myself to sleep and filled my thoughts of No. 6. There was no way that bastard was going to live another day; conscious or not, he would die by my will before daybreak.
I found myself in the dimly lit hospital hall with my scissors in hand. I stormed through the halls, searching for No. 6. I knew he was in there somewhere. The pounding of my feet reverberated against the corridor’s walls. After a long search, I found his door at the end of a quiet corridor. I barged straight into the room and stopped dead in my tracks.
The room was filled with a hauntingly familiar scent and No. 6 was not alone. I couldn ’t make out the other person’s face because as soon as I walked in the person vanished as if into thin air. All I saw, as the figure faded from the room, was a Nike trainer with a yellow swoosh on it. I tried to push the fear from my mind. Who would want to visit someone as evil and demonic as Damien Kakos? What if the end of No. 6 wasn’t the end of the Kakos? I focused on the task at hand, Damien Kakos watched, helpless with fear in his eyes as I took his red thread in my hand. Looking down on him with merciless hate, I sliced his life in two with no remorse. I heard the hospital monitors give a few final bleeps and melt into a single flat tone. I turned around and left.
Chapter 6
The L Word
I woke with a pounding headache as flat-lined monitors turned into very loud honking.
The noise was coming from outside. I had fallen asleep, on top of Ari, on the couch. I nudged him awake.
“Morning,” he said sleepily, blinking up at me. He re-adjusted his head on the pillow and closed his eyes to go back to sleep.
“Someone keeps honking a car horn. Will you please make that noise stop?” I groaned.
Ari moaned and slid out from underneath me. His hair stuck out everywhere. For a grown man, Ari is adorable when he first wakes up, which is probably why nothing gets accomplished at our house in the morning. He walked through the living room and down the hall towards the seldom-used front door.
“You had better get up,” he yelled to me from the entryway. “The honking isn ’t going to stop until you come out and see Lauren’s car.”
“Ugh,” pulling myself up from the couch, I dragged my feet across the floor to the front door. Lauren was waving and honking from her new, little, red Volkswagen hardtop convertible. We went outside in our bare feet to check it out. The car was cute and nice. Lauren had a decal of the Greek flag stuck to the back window and I guessed Andy had a hand in that gift. Lauren was beaming with joy so I forced a smile. Ari curled his fingers around mine and as he did, his watch nudged the scar on the inside of my arm. I held