My Heart Belongs To You: A Psycho Thriller (32 page)

‘
Get away from her
.’

Hanson had to put this man away and get into the building.
He dropped
the item he was carrying under his arm
onto
the grass
and surged forward
,
drawing his telescopic
b
aton
as he closed
in
on the giant who had
begun to turn,
clearly
hearing
him
approach. 
He would have pref
er
r
ed to just draw his
S
ig,
double tap him in the head
and run to the hanger door
,
but that would alert Cupid
,
who he knew must be inside the building.

Hanson deliver
e
d a
vi
cious
swipe across the left side of the man
’
s head
,
sending him crashing back into the side of the red Jag
,
but to Hanson
’
s
surprise,
the man stayed on his feet.
Before Black could gather his senses
,
Hanson del
ivered six devastating blows to
his
head and arms
,
but the man simply grunted
at each
,
surging forward
like a wounded buffalo
with
blood streaming down both side
s
of his face.

Hanson
j
ump
ed
to the side eas
i
ly
,
a
voiding the brute and
he
delivered
a savage snap kick to the side of the man
’
s right knee
,
sending him down in a massive heap of cursing muscle.
The loud pop told Hans
o
n the
giant’s
knee had dislocated.

Avoiding the fallen man
,
Hanson moved to the dropped item and gathered it up. As he turned
,
he was stunned to see that the grunting man had climbed up onto his good leg
, and
was
block
ing his way to
the
small
door.
A
high-pitched
scream from inside the hanger triggered a lopsided smile to form on the giant
’
s face.
‘
Whoever you are
,
you
’
r
e
too late
,
’
he hissed
,
gritting his teeth as he dealt with the pain
that
Hanson had already inflicted upon him.

‘
Stand aside
,
’ warned Hanson
,
bending to place the item back onto the grass
.
His
eyes remained fixed on Black
,
who made the mistake of allowing his gaze to drop for a split second to the object.

‘
You’ll never get past me
,
you
…’

Black never finished the threat
,
as the man coming at him
,
suddenly closed the gap between them faster than he had ever seen a man move.
The first blo
w hit Black in the
windpipe.
That
one alone would have killed him as his airway collapsed.
The second blow was with the heel of the hand
,
hitting him just below the nose
and
driving the bone up into his brain.
Both were delivered in a blur of movement
,
giving Black no time to react.
As
the massive man dropped
backwards onto the
grass,
Hanson quickly gathered up the obje
ct
and entered the building.

As Hanson
entered
,
Tom screamed again
,
‘
Nooo, don’t cut her
!’

Hanson quickly took in the scene
,
his blood running cold
at
seeing Tom and Karen strapped to a large table.
A  man
,
who
he guessed was Cupid was standing to one side
, with
a sca
l
pe
l
in his hand
,
a ribbon of blood running down
Karen’s
ribcage
,
telling him
that
he
had already cut
into Karen’s chest
,
causing her to release a high
-
pitched scream that scurried away to every dark
corner,
and
every rec
ess of the hanger.

‘
Stop
!’
S
houted Hanson
,
running for
ward
,
the
Perspex
tube containing Brenda Stiles
’
heart held high above his head.

‘
John
,
’
w
h
impered Tom
.
‘
He
…
he’s cut her
,
she
…
she’s bleeding
.’

Cupid took two steps back
,
his features twisted in confusion at the entrance of Hanson
.
Where
was Adam
?
Screamed the question in his brain.
  ‘
No, you can’t be here
,
’
he snarled
,
waving the bloody sca
l
pe
l
at the st
ranger
, and
then lunging forward
,
pressed
the blade against Karen
’
s throat
,
bringing Hanson
’
s forward motion to a sudden halt.
‘
You
’
r
e
spoiling everything
,
’
he hissed,
‘
T
his
is a moment of purity, a moment of
…’
James Holt sto
pped talking
when
he seemed to notice
for the first time the cyl
i
nder Hanson was holding above his head.

‘
Give that to me
,
’
he snapped
,
his voice low laced with venom.

Hanson took a gamble,
‘
T
ake
it
,
’
he replied
,
throwing the container high above Cupid
’
s head.

Hanson watched as the sca
l
pel dropped from Holt
’
s hand, falling to the floor as he turned and tracked the container sailing over his head.
Reaching up
,
he attempted to snatch it from the air
, and
then
he
roared in anguish as it crash
ed to the floor ten feet away. The lid flew off
the speared heart and the liquid within
spilled
across the dusty floor of the hanger.

Hanson raced forward
,
putting himself between
Cupid,
and
Tom
,
and Kare
n.
‘
Y
ou
’
r
e
safe now
,
Tom
.
It’s
over
,
’
he called over his shoulder.

‘
I
…
I knew you would come
,
’
cried Tom
,
the quiver in his voice reflecting his relief
.
‘
I knew you would come
.’

Hanson felt the white hot rage flare up inside
,
as he allowed himself a quick look at his friend and Karen
,
while
Cupid sc
r
abbled on the floor trying to get Brenda Stiles
’
h
eart back into the container. Frantically
, he was
trying
to
sweep the liquid back in
to it
.
He
winced as he took in the sores covering the pair
, the caked blood on Tom
’
s wrists and ankles
,
and
the deep
two
-
inch
cut in Karen
’
s chest that needed treatment urgently.
He turned back to Holt
,
who had staggered to his feet
,
clutching the container to his chest.

‘
Get away from my couple
,
’
he bellowed
,
pacing towards Hanson.

Hanson drew his
S
ig and shot Holt in his right
kneecap
.
He didn’t pay him any attention after that
,
as he crashed to the floor screaming
,
the container falling from his grasp to skid away once again.
Q
uickly
releas
ing
the straps holding Tom and Karen
,
he
warned them to lie still.
Reaching into one of his pockets
,
he pulled out an emergency kit for wounds and quickly
pulled the lips of the deep cut together and secured it with butterfly strips
, and
then covered it with a clean gauze and plaster
‘
You need to let go of Karen
’
s hand
,
Tom
,
so I can lift her
,
’
he urged gently.

‘
I
…
I can
’
t
,
John
,
’
came the rasping reply,
‘
H
e
…
he glued them
together.’

The white rage flared again within Hans
o
n
’s
chest.
He walked over to
C
upid
, pulled out his SIG
an
d shot him in the other knee, enjoying
every decibel of the
high-pitched
wail from the monster.

‘
John
,
is
…
is that you
?’
asked Karen
,
her voice weak
and
her teeth chattering with the cold.

Hanson quickly placed a blanket over Karen to allow her to regain her dignity,
‘
H
ey
, you
’
r
e
safe no
w, I’ve come to take you
home
.
’
H
e
stroked her head and told her to lie still.
 
He turned to Tom and helped him sit up slowly
,
the agony clear as he grimaced at each tiny movement.
 
The glue on their hands had broken down
during their captivity
and after some
persuasion;
John managed to separate their hands with only a small loss of skin.
  ‘
I need to get
the two of you
warm
,
Tom
.’
Lifting Karen first
,
he carried her outside an
d placed her into the Jaguar,
started the engine
and set
the heater to high.
Returning
,
he fo
u
nd Tom on all fours
cursing as he crawled
towards Cupid.