"And how exactly do you fit into all of this?" I asked. I couldn't figure out if he was a criminal mastermind or just a deluded pyromaniac. "How are you going to walk away from all of this and not be connected to it?"
Victor walked over to the sofa and began slowly pouring gasoline onto the couch. He soaked one end of it before he stopped, set the can down and pulled a length of rope from his back pocket. I quickly stood up and tried to move away, but Victor grabbed my arm and slammed me back down on the couch. I fought back until he'd decided he'd had enough and cold cocked me with one punch. I saw stars and felt like my jaw had been detached from my skull, but I didn't lose consciousness.
As Victor grabbed my wrists and tightly held them together, Liz rose up behind him and used all the force she could muster to drive her fist into the back of his head.
"Mother fucker!" Victor shouted as he shot up off of the sofa and turned to find Liz standing behind him holding the lamp that, moments before, been on the side table. He rubbed the back of his head and growled, "I'm going to kill you, you stupid dope fiend."
"Not if I kill you first," Liz hissed holding the lamp like a baseball bat. I scanned the room looking for another weapon, but Victor was ahead of me. He turned and punched me in the face again, and this time I felt my nose snap and blood began to pour from it. He turned back to Liz and lunged at her. She swung the lamp and connected with his shoulder, but he caught the lamp on the back swing and wrenched it out of her hands.
"Do not fuck with me," Victor growled as he threw the lamp to the side and reached for Liz. She scooted around him and made a dash for the front door.
"Run Liz! GET OUT OF HERE!" I screamed as I cupped my hands under my nose in an attempt to contain the blood. For what purpose, I had no idea.
"Bitch, I am going to murder you!" Victor shouted as he ran across the room and followed Liz down the hallway. She was faster and lighter than he was, and I could hear her screaming for help as she pounded on doorways with her fists.
I realized I was alone in the apartment, but had no chance of escaping with the pain I was feeling from my busted nose and the fact that we were on the third floor. Suddenly I hear a pounding on the back window.
"Alex! Alex! Are you in there?" Cam called.
"CAM! IN HERE!" I screamed as I ran for the back room and slammed the door shut. I pushed a chair under the door handle thinking it would give me a few minutes to figure out how to get out. But when I looked up and saw Cam in the window, my hopes were dashed. The window had iron bars across it, I could open it, but there was no wa
y I was going to be exiting through it. Cam motioned for me to raise the window.
"Jesus, are you okay, Alex?" he asked as he pulled on the bars looking for a way to break in. It was futile. "What the hell did he do to you?"
"He's got a mean right hook," I said with a wry grin that made me wince. "Liz tried to get away, but I don't know if she succeeded. He's going to set the place on fire, Cam."
"I can smell the gasoline," he said as he looked at me. "I'm going to get you out of here. Just hang on."
"Yeah, well, that's pretty much all I can do," I shrugged. "But I have to ask you what the hell you did to this guy to make him so damn angry?"
"Long story; I'll tell you over dinner once I get you out of there," he assured me as he pulled out his phone and dialed the station. He quickly told them what was going on and requested a truck for a gas leak that was dangerously close to igniting. The last thing he wanted was the SWAT Team called out on a psycho holding hostages. He put his hand up against the screen and I pressed mine against it as he said, "Hang in there, Alex. I'm going to get you out. I promise."
I nodded and hoped that he was right.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Cam
Seeing Alex trapped in the apartment, I knew it was highly likely that Victor was going to set the whole place on fire in an attempt to get even with me. I was worried about Alex, but I was also worried about the other people in the building and knew that I had to warn them. So, after assuring Alex that I'd rescue her, I climbed down the fire escape and ran around to the back entrance where I snuck through the laundry room and took the stairs to the first floor.
I figured that Victor was focused on whatever diabolical plan he had created, so I had a window of opportunity to evacuate the building before he set it on fire. I walked to the end of the hall and pulled the fire alarm. The sound of the alarm brought people to their front doors as they investigated the noise.
"Fire department! Evacuate the building!" I shouted down the hall. "Help your neighbors get to the first floor and clear the area!"
I got a few confused looks, but after I repeated my message a few times, people began filing down the stairs and out of the building. It was the same on the second floor, but when I got to the third floor and saw the door to 3A standing open, I knew there was going to be trouble.
"VICTOR!" I shouted as I marched down the hallway to the apartment. "Be a man, and come talk to me before you burn the place down!"
"Fuck you, Connor!" he shouted. "I'm more of a man than you'll ever be you loser!"
I stepped through the doorway and saw Victor holding a Glock pistol to Liz's head as she lay face down on the sofa. The smell of gasoline was overwhelming and I immediately began to feel lightheaded.
"Victor, you don't have to do this," I said as I calmly walked toward the balcony. I thought about rushing him and tackling him, but with him holding a gun at Liz’s temple I didn't want to take the risk.
"Don't you fucking touch that door," he growled as he quickly shifted the gun and pointed at my chest. "You're a menace, Connor, and you deserve everything you're going to get."
"Did it ever occur to you that you deserved everything you got, Vangel?" I asked stalling for time. I could hear the fire department sirens in the background and the sound of the fire alarm made for an annoying background noise. "That maybe you're the one that's fucked up and doing this is evidence of your complete loss of your grip on reality?"