Fall of the Mortals (Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

responded.
    “You better not,” Harold chuckled. “We already have Mr. Jones to deal with.”
    They both chuckled.
    “I remember one time he came back in smelling like he had been sitting in a dumpster. He had an armful of trash. I asked him, ‘ What are going to do with that garbage, Jones ?” He said, “ I’m going to melt it down and make a new plastic. ’”
    They laughed.
     
    ***
     
    The elevator opened on the top floor. Shaun and Harold laughed some more, finishing another joke. They began to step out. Chris rushed up to them.
    “It’s Jones! You gotta hurry!” hollered Chris.
    Shaun and Harold rushed through the foyer double doors and into the living area. Mr. Jones was swinging a broomstick around, smashing things in the kitchen. Betty was lying on the floor. Her arm was hurt.
    “Betty!” Harold hollered, rushing to her aid.
    “The man is outside his mind!” said Betty.
    “C’mon, you vampire sons of bitches!” Jones shouted from the kitchen.
    He smashed some glasses on the kitchen counter with the broomstick.
    “Think you’re gonna take me?” he shouted. “No sir!”
    He smashed the microwave door with the end of the broomstick. He pulled it off the counter. It landed on the floor and he kicked it. Thai, Yuri and Trang stood back, trying to keep Jones contained. They didn’t want to hurt him.
    “C’mon. Calm down. Take it easy,” hollered Thai.
    Yuri reached his hand out to take the broom from him. Jones swung it hard and struck his hand. Yuri yelled out.
    “Think you’re gonna take me out?” shouted Jones. “I’ll kill you!”
    Shaun and Harold rushed in. Harold grabbed Jones from behind, lifting him up. Shaun took the broom out of his hands. Jones kicked Shaun in the chest with both feet, sending him back against the counter. Harold took Jones to the floor.
    “You vampire sons a bitches!” Jones shouted.
    Harold held his arms down; Shaun and the others held his feet down. They were finally able to restrain him.
    “Calm down, Jones! Calm down,” said Harold.
    “Go to hell you vampire sons a bitches!”
    “We’re going to hold you down as long as it takes,” said Harold.
    “That’s fine with me. I’ll kick all your asses!” shouted Jones.
    “Any ideas?” asked Harold.
    “We’re gonna have to get him medicine. He’s got dementia,” said Shaun.
    “We’ll have to restrain him for the night,” said Harold.
    “You ain’t restraining nothin’!” shouted Jones. “I’ll kill you, man!”
    “Thai. There’s duct tape in that drawer over there,” said Harold.
    “I am a war veteran, you freaking bastards. I’ll kill all of you!” hollered Jones.
    “Got it,” said Thai.
    “This is for your own good, Jonesy,” said Harold, wrapping his arms up with tape.
     
    ***
     
    It was a few hour later. Dinner was over. Everyone was winding down for the evening. Mr. Jones was sleeping on his blanket wrapped in duct tape. He had struggled so much trying break free he wore himself out. Harold rubbed some lotion on Betty’s arm for the pain.
    “How’s that?” he asked.
    “Better. Thanks, baby.”
    “We’re going to put some more on in an hour,” said Harold.
    “I’m going to lay down,” said Betty.
    Betty’s face was bothered. It was easy to tell she was stressed about Mr. Jones. They were stuck with him. There was no state department aging services to call. No group home. He couldn’t go anywhere. Harold turned to Shaun.
    “What’s the plan for Jones?” asked Harold.
    “We’ll check the hospital for anti-psyche meds,” answered Shaun. “I’ll take off at the crack of dawn.”
    “Thai. Yuri. Why don’t you guys you go with him?” asked Harold.
    They nodded.
    “Of course.” said Yuri.
    “Check the psychiatric ward,” said Betty.
    “We’ll go there first,” said Shaun.
    “Let’s try to get some sleep, if we can,” said Harold.
     
    ***
     
    It was one fifty in the morning. Shaun was anxious to have another meeting with Sharon. It was a