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tried to find his breath. As his vision returned, he saw Jason had come to his rescue and was now fighting the doctor.
    Damon felt helpless as he watched the oversized Jason being outmatched by the stronger faster doctor. The doctor hit Jason hard. He flew backward, bouncing off the ground before finally coming to a stop near Damon. “Run if you want to live,” he croaked out.
    “What about you?” Damon protested.
    “I’ll be fine. I’m his son.”
    Damon grabbed his sword, hesitating to leave his savior behind, but Jason stood up and taunted his father, “Let’s go dad! Is that all you got?”
    Damon took this as his cue to exit. Grabbing his side, he struggled to crawl through the hole in the fence. He could feel the blood flowing from his wound as he rose to his feet and begun to limp towards his car.
    Arriving at his car, he fumbled with his keys. As soon as he got the key into the door Damon fell into the front seat. He could feel the warm sticky blood pouring down his side onto his car seat. “This is going to suck to clean later,” he laughed as he started his hemi engine. Dropping his car into gear, he stepped on the gas and took off like a rocket.
    Speeding down the road, the lights and colors all blurred together as Damon drifted in and out of consciousness. He slapped himself across the face as he put the pedal to the floor, shifting into second as he sped down the country road. He knew if he didn’t get to the hotel, he was a dead man.
    Shifting into third gear, Damon felt the car jerk as he continued accelerating. He could see a blur of light in the distance; figuring it was town, he prayed there weren’t any cops as he ran the first street light he came across. He weaved in and out of traffic and he narrowly avoided hitting a car that pulled out in front of him. He could just barely make out the neon sign of his hotel in the distance and breathed a sigh of relief. For the first time, he knew he was going to make it as he continued flying along the slow arterial road. He pulled into the hotel parking lot and yanked the emergency brake as he slid sideways into the three parking spots in front of his hotel room.
    Falling out of his car onto his hands and knees, Damon tried to climb to his feet as his blood dripped onto the concrete. Limping along, he reached the door and clumsily felt for the card key, but it wasn’t in his pocket. He grabbed the handle, hoping for a miracle, but no luck there. Standing back, he looked at the door, the only thing standing between him and staying alive. Feeling very weak, he mustered all of his strength as he charged forward. He threw his shoulder into the door. The door loudly cracked as he cried out in pain. He fell against the door and wondered if he should just give up. But the doctor’s voiced filled his mind— “The girl must die before the week ends.”
    Damon realized that if he died here then the girl would die too. He had to stop the doctor or he would never stop killing. He rose to his feet, took one step back, and kicked the door as hard as he could. The door flew open.
    Damon limped into his hotel room. “Now where did I put that bag,” he said to himself.
    He scanned the room for his bag but it was nowhere in sight. Falling against the wall, he dragged himself into the bathroom. When he got into the bathroom he fell to his knees. The room spun as he searched the bathroom for his bag. When he didn’t see the bag in the bathroom, he grabbed the door to the cabinet. In his distress, he ripped the door clean off, revealing the black bag he was looking for. He pulled the bag out and set it on the counter. Ripping off his shirt, he rifled through the bag until he found what he was looking for—a black vial of blood. Demons’ blood, while dangerous in large quantities, had been found to regenerate even the most fatal of wounds in hours when taken in small doses.
    Damon looked at the vial, worried about what could happen. His brother was never the same