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Authors: Jon F. Merz
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yourself an injury there, buddy?”
He looked up. The janitor stood with both of his hand on the mop handle. Jimmy shrugged. “Yeah, hurt it playing basketball.”
“That’s too bad.”
Jimmy ran his hands under the faucet and felt the water hit them a moment later. He glanced up but the janitor was still watching him.
“Can I help you?”
The janitor smiled. “I’m just here to clean things up. Take out the trash and all. Don’t mind me.”
Jimmy grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser and nodded. “Okay, cool.”
Movement out of the corner of his eye made him flinch and in that second, the end of the mop handle shot right past his face and stabbed into the mirror, shattering the glass. If Jimmy hadn’t moved, his head would have been stuck to the wall.
With a roar, the janitor yanked the spear out of the mirror and faced Jimmy again. “Give it up, kid. You’re finished.” The sharpened tip of the spear glinted under the fluorescent lights.
He’s going to impale me on that thing, thought Jimmy. He backed up away from the janitor and felt the edge of the sink behind him. The hanbo! He grabbed for it.
The janitor stabbed in again with the spear and Jimmy moved, arcing the hanbo overhead and then down onto the spear shaft. With a crash, the hanbo broke the shaft in two. Without stopping, Jimmy flipped it back up into the janitor’s face.
He heard a crack as the wood impacted the bridge of the janitor’s nose. Blood shot out and the janitor dropped to the floor unconscious, crashing into the bucket of dirty water. It spilled everywhere, mixing with the blood.
Jimmy leaped over the water and blood and grabbed at the door. He had to get out of there before someone else came in.
But as he hauled the door open, he felt himself being pushed back inside as someone pushed their way in.
He saw the face.
That hard face.
No.
The assassin grinned but there was no mirth in his eyes. And Jimmy saw that he quickly surmised the situation and then edged closer to Jimmy.
"I'll make it quick, kid, I promise."
Jimmy held his hanbo out in front of him. The assassin eyed it.
"You know how to use that thing?"
Jimmy shrugged. "Ask your friend."
The assassin grinned. "He's not my friend. I don't have any friends."
"Probably because you kill them all."
The assassin chuckled. "Funny, kid." And then he moved so fast that Jimmy barely had time to react before the assassin's foot slammed into Jimmy's lower leg, sending a thunderbolt of pain lancing through him.
"There, now at least you'll be more convincing with that cane."
Jimmy leaned on the hanbo, trying to steady himself. The assassin circled him slowly. Jimmy prayed someone else would come into the restroom. Anyone. Just enough to distract the assassin.
Watch his eyes.
Jimmy forced himself to stare at the assassin's eyes and caught the flicker of movement a split-second before he threw a punch at Jimmy's head.
Jimmy ducked and flipped the tip of the hanbo into the assassin's crotch. He grunted and bent over, but recovered quick, trying to tackle Jimmy and drive him to the ground.
Jimmy leapt back and away, slamming the middle of the hanbo down on the assassin's skull as he did so. The assassin slumped to the floor and groaned. When he looked back up at Jimmy, there was a seething fury in his face. He scrambled to his feet but then slipped on the blood-slicked floor.
As he fell, Jimmy stabbed the tip of the hanbo directly between the assassin's eyes and saw the killer go unconscious, falling on top of the fake janitor.
Get out now.
Jimmy didn't need to be told twice. He yanked the door open, but as much as he wanted to run away from the bathroom, he forced himself to limp away with the hanbo. It wasn't so tough to fake it now that the assassin had kicked him so hard. His leg truly ached. He felt sick again and he wasn’t sure if he could keep from puking.
Count your
He looked up. The janitor stood with both of his hand on the mop handle. Jimmy shrugged. “Yeah, hurt it playing basketball.”
“That’s too bad.”
Jimmy ran his hands under the faucet and felt the water hit them a moment later. He glanced up but the janitor was still watching him.
“Can I help you?”
The janitor smiled. “I’m just here to clean things up. Take out the trash and all. Don’t mind me.”
Jimmy grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser and nodded. “Okay, cool.”
Movement out of the corner of his eye made him flinch and in that second, the end of the mop handle shot right past his face and stabbed into the mirror, shattering the glass. If Jimmy hadn’t moved, his head would have been stuck to the wall.
With a roar, the janitor yanked the spear out of the mirror and faced Jimmy again. “Give it up, kid. You’re finished.” The sharpened tip of the spear glinted under the fluorescent lights.
He’s going to impale me on that thing, thought Jimmy. He backed up away from the janitor and felt the edge of the sink behind him. The hanbo! He grabbed for it.
The janitor stabbed in again with the spear and Jimmy moved, arcing the hanbo overhead and then down onto the spear shaft. With a crash, the hanbo broke the shaft in two. Without stopping, Jimmy flipped it back up into the janitor’s face.
He heard a crack as the wood impacted the bridge of the janitor’s nose. Blood shot out and the janitor dropped to the floor unconscious, crashing into the bucket of dirty water. It spilled everywhere, mixing with the blood.
Jimmy leaped over the water and blood and grabbed at the door. He had to get out of there before someone else came in.
But as he hauled the door open, he felt himself being pushed back inside as someone pushed their way in.
He saw the face.
That hard face.
No.
The assassin grinned but there was no mirth in his eyes. And Jimmy saw that he quickly surmised the situation and then edged closer to Jimmy.
"I'll make it quick, kid, I promise."
Jimmy held his hanbo out in front of him. The assassin eyed it.
"You know how to use that thing?"
Jimmy shrugged. "Ask your friend."
The assassin grinned. "He's not my friend. I don't have any friends."
"Probably because you kill them all."
The assassin chuckled. "Funny, kid." And then he moved so fast that Jimmy barely had time to react before the assassin's foot slammed into Jimmy's lower leg, sending a thunderbolt of pain lancing through him.
"There, now at least you'll be more convincing with that cane."
Jimmy leaned on the hanbo, trying to steady himself. The assassin circled him slowly. Jimmy prayed someone else would come into the restroom. Anyone. Just enough to distract the assassin.
Watch his eyes.
Jimmy forced himself to stare at the assassin's eyes and caught the flicker of movement a split-second before he threw a punch at Jimmy's head.
Jimmy ducked and flipped the tip of the hanbo into the assassin's crotch. He grunted and bent over, but recovered quick, trying to tackle Jimmy and drive him to the ground.
Jimmy leapt back and away, slamming the middle of the hanbo down on the assassin's skull as he did so. The assassin slumped to the floor and groaned. When he looked back up at Jimmy, there was a seething fury in his face. He scrambled to his feet but then slipped on the blood-slicked floor.
As he fell, Jimmy stabbed the tip of the hanbo directly between the assassin's eyes and saw the killer go unconscious, falling on top of the fake janitor.
Get out now.
Jimmy didn't need to be told twice. He yanked the door open, but as much as he wanted to run away from the bathroom, he forced himself to limp away with the hanbo. It wasn't so tough to fake it now that the assassin had kicked him so hard. His leg truly ached. He felt sick again and he wasn’t sure if he could keep from puking.
Count your
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