I hate the hospital cafeteria. I absolutely hate it. I swear, the food tastes like crap. I'm not using crap as a substitute for disgusting either. It literally tastes like crap. I'm pretty sure that they got it fresh from the toilet.
Did I mention this place smells like crap too?
And looks like crap?
You know what, I'm convinced. This place IS crap.
And it's so freaking crowded! There are about thirty people in a room, and I'm pretty sure that sign on the wall says "Maximum Occupancy: 20".
Ahh...crap...forget this crap. I got to focus on the case right now. They aren't going to let me out of this place till my knife wound heals, but I---
I look over to see King. What's he doing here?
He takes a seat across from me. "How are you, bud? I heard about Randall...must have been scary."
I smile, but then I frown. "What are you doing here?"
"Just checking up on an old friend," King says with a shrug. "That so wrong?"
"Absolutely not," I say with a smile. What a pal. He's always been by my side whenever I needed him. When my wife died, he was my only real friend. I still owe him for that.
"So, any breaks on the case?"
"Well, Randall is a break. We're going to have to find out who he worked for and all that, you know?"
King looks deep in thought. "Yeah."
I nod. "Yeah, so anyway, what about you? Anything interesting happening?"
King takes a deep breath. "Hey David, can we go talk somewhere more private?"
I frown. "Yeah, I guess. What's going on?"
"I got a lead on a case I need to talk to you about."
We're in an elevator going to the basement. This is starting to get weird.
"You know, it's not my birthday or anything. You don't have like a surprise party for me or something, right?"
"I'd call it a party."
I raise an eyebrow. "What do you---"
He pulls out a gun. What the heck? In here? Oh crap. Why's he pointing that thing at me?
"King," I say slowly, staring at the barrel of his gun in horror. "What have you done?"
King punches a button on the dashboard, and the elevator stops. "The cameras in this elevator are disarmed. I disarmed them so they wouldn't see me blow your guts out."
My eyes widen. "What are you talking about?!"
King smiles. "You haven't figured it out yet? I thought you were a smart cookie, Dave. You disappoint me."
"What's going on here, King?"
He stares blankly at me. "I loved the smell of your wife."
What is he talking about?
His stare narrows. "She smelled like roses the night she died. When I stabbed that sword into her, I felt more satisfaction than I had from any of my other victims. And when I kissed her dead body, I could still feel the warmth in her lips. As if life was still wandering through her body."
I fall back against the wall. "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!?!"
"I'm the Knight, Dave. I'm the one who killed your wife. I'm also the one who has sent an assassin to Charlie. To kill her."
My eyes well up with tears as anger boils through my body. King is the Knight?! How could he be the Knight?! This isn't possible!!!
"You are the only one who stands in my way of getting away with all of my crimes. You're the only one who was smart enough to catch me, but now, I have you right where I want you."
"If you touch Charlie," I say angrily, putting out my fist. "I'm going to rip you limb from limb."
King smiles. "Aww...aren't you cute?"
My fury bursts into flames. I quickly lash out and kick him in the stomach, slamming him against the wall. In one swift movement, I grab a hold of his hand, twist it hard, then pull him forward, twisting his arm even tighter as I go. Then I swing up my elbow into his face, slamming him against the wall again. He drops the gun on the ground with a grunt. I kick him onto the ground and swipe up the gun.
I thrust the gun forward and point it straight at his head. "YOU MONSTER!!" I shriek, backing up as far away from him as possible.
King scowls. "I'm not a monster," he says quietly, beginning to push himself to his feet.
I swing up my leg and kick him in the face, splashing blood from his nose all over his face. "I hate you," I say, my voice trembling with anger and hatred. "More than anything in the world, I hate you."
King laughs. "Not enough to shoot me."
I tighten my hold on the trigger. "I've shot plenty of people. What makes me think I won't shoot you?"
"You want me to call off my assassin."
I say nothing.
"You need me for too many things. You can't just shoot me."
I don't move. I don't speak. Because I know he's right.
He slowly pushes himself to his feet. "Now, I'm going to get off of this elevator. And you aren't going to stop me."
I stare deep into his eyes. "Before I do anything rash, I have to know something."
King's expression is blank. "What?"
"You killed the one woman I loved. There was no one in the world like her. Why would you do that to me?" I began to choke on my words as tears came to my eyes. Sadness completely overcame me. "I was your only friend!" I sobbed. "We were such good friends! Why are you doing these things to me? What have I ever done?!"
King looked sad. "David, you were never my friend. I've been using you all these years so I could get in the CBI's good graces. That's all. I'm sorry."
I cover my eyes with my hands as tears stream down my cheeks.
King suddenly smiles. "Your wife was pleasant. And I loved hearing her squeal as I plunged that sword deep down into her---"
I pull the trigger. Not once, not twice, but three times. Each bullet goes through his chest like butter, and splatters blood all over his suit. He hits the ground like a sack of bricks, and lays motionless on the ground.
I bend down and look into his eyes.
He's still alive. But barely. "I guess you win," he grunts slowly, choking on his own blood.
I stand and hit a button on the dashboard and the elevator begins to move again. I raise my gun and point it at him again. "I hate you," I whisper sharply. I pull the trigger again.