Chapter Nineteen - Flatline Disco

Grimaldi took a swing, knowing even before he did that it would do no good. What was he supposed to do? Stand idly by and let the newly-reanimated Otto Van Nostrand choke the life out of him? Better to put up some kind of a fight, albeit one doomed to fail. 

“Yes! There it is! The last stand of a desperate man! Maybe I should shatter your hands first, make certain such a gifted surgeon could never practice again!” Van Nostrand mused as he caught Grimaldi’s fist mid-punch and began to squeeze. Grimaldi could feel the pressure on his hand beginning to build to bone-crushing levels. 

“Do your worst, you sadistic bastard. I won’t give you the satisfaction you’re aft...

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