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can."
"Where are you going?" Carter asked.
"The same place as you, out of here and far away."
"I'm not going anywhere," Carter said. "Not until I find who is responsible for this and kill them with my bare hands."
Carter was so enraged that fires burst from his hands uncontrollably. The flames flickered past his sleeve and singed the fabric on his sweatshirt. He closed his eyes tight and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself before his entire body burst into flames.
"Let's go find the bastards that did this." Carter finally opened his eyes to find Ryker staring him down just inches from his face.
"There is nothing left for us here," Ryker said. "Only death."
"You got that right, because I'm about to kill somebody, possibly a great number of somebodies."
"We're on their turf, on their terms, we need to run, and we need to do it now before we end up as dead as our friends."
"And you two?" Carter looked over his shoulder to Evan and Barber. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm with Ryker on this one," Evan said as he wiped vomit from the side of his mouth, prompting a slow nod from Barber.
"Fine," Carter said turning back to Ryker. "We'll do it your way again. But mark my words, before this is over, someone is going to pay dearly for this."
"I wouldn't even think of denying you the satisfaction," Ryker said. "Do not mistake my hesitancy to pursue these bastards half-cocked, as cowardice. I want revenge as bad as you do, but I want to be sure it's dished out in full and we have the upper hand, which we most certainly do not have now."
While Carter didn't agree with Ryker's method, he couldn't deny that what he wanted was cold hearted revenge.
He took one last look at the pile of bodies, searing the horrible image into his mind as punishment for being too late to save them. It was an image he wouldn't allow himself forget, ever. He would use it to fuel his rage and plot his revenge. Then slowly, he closed the door, sealing the room sized coffin.
*****
They encountered no resistance in escaping the building and were well on their way back to the abandoned house before anyone said another word. Surprisingly enough, it was Barber.
"Why did they kill all those Users?" Barber asked, bewildered. "Why would they kill our friends."
"I don't know," Carter answered. "But I'm going to find out."
"They must want to keep this thing quiet," Evan said.
"Something doesn't make sense," Carter said, but he struggled to find the answer. Something was severely amiss, but he just couldn't put his finger on what it was.
The streets were bustling with activity now, as drivers whipped past on their way home from work. Carter's pheromones must have smelt like danger, because those on foot gave Carter and his companions a wide birth as they passed by. Rage and hatred were oozing out of Carter's pores.
Carter didn't even bother checking his surroundings to see if anyone was watching as they entered the abandoned house. He didn't care if they were. What more could they do to him?
Only a sliver of light entered the living room from beneath a crack in the boarded up window, leaving the room the color of pitch. Carter lifted his pointer finger and ignited a flame from his finger nail. He bent over to a candle on the floor and lit the wick. Slowly, the candle illuminated the room, revealing a massive figure leaning in the corner where two walls met.
"What the fuck?" a startled Barber, standing closest to the figure, jumped back about five feet.
"Calm yourself, Barber," Alaric said as he stepped from the shadows and into the candlelight. "I mean you no harm."
"Fuck you! Is that what you told all of our friends as you rounded up at the Compound before you euthanized them like rabid dogs, you piece of shit." Carter was conveniently supplied a target on which he could now unleash his rage. "Don't you dare speak to me of calm. What are you even doing here?"
"Carter, please, you have to believe me, I..."
"I don't give a flying
"Where are you going?" Carter asked.
"The same place as you, out of here and far away."
"I'm not going anywhere," Carter said. "Not until I find who is responsible for this and kill them with my bare hands."
Carter was so enraged that fires burst from his hands uncontrollably. The flames flickered past his sleeve and singed the fabric on his sweatshirt. He closed his eyes tight and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself before his entire body burst into flames.
"Let's go find the bastards that did this." Carter finally opened his eyes to find Ryker staring him down just inches from his face.
"There is nothing left for us here," Ryker said. "Only death."
"You got that right, because I'm about to kill somebody, possibly a great number of somebodies."
"We're on their turf, on their terms, we need to run, and we need to do it now before we end up as dead as our friends."
"And you two?" Carter looked over his shoulder to Evan and Barber. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm with Ryker on this one," Evan said as he wiped vomit from the side of his mouth, prompting a slow nod from Barber.
"Fine," Carter said turning back to Ryker. "We'll do it your way again. But mark my words, before this is over, someone is going to pay dearly for this."
"I wouldn't even think of denying you the satisfaction," Ryker said. "Do not mistake my hesitancy to pursue these bastards half-cocked, as cowardice. I want revenge as bad as you do, but I want to be sure it's dished out in full and we have the upper hand, which we most certainly do not have now."
While Carter didn't agree with Ryker's method, he couldn't deny that what he wanted was cold hearted revenge.
He took one last look at the pile of bodies, searing the horrible image into his mind as punishment for being too late to save them. It was an image he wouldn't allow himself forget, ever. He would use it to fuel his rage and plot his revenge. Then slowly, he closed the door, sealing the room sized coffin.
*****
They encountered no resistance in escaping the building and were well on their way back to the abandoned house before anyone said another word. Surprisingly enough, it was Barber.
"Why did they kill all those Users?" Barber asked, bewildered. "Why would they kill our friends."
"I don't know," Carter answered. "But I'm going to find out."
"They must want to keep this thing quiet," Evan said.
"Something doesn't make sense," Carter said, but he struggled to find the answer. Something was severely amiss, but he just couldn't put his finger on what it was.
The streets were bustling with activity now, as drivers whipped past on their way home from work. Carter's pheromones must have smelt like danger, because those on foot gave Carter and his companions a wide birth as they passed by. Rage and hatred were oozing out of Carter's pores.
Carter didn't even bother checking his surroundings to see if anyone was watching as they entered the abandoned house. He didn't care if they were. What more could they do to him?
Only a sliver of light entered the living room from beneath a crack in the boarded up window, leaving the room the color of pitch. Carter lifted his pointer finger and ignited a flame from his finger nail. He bent over to a candle on the floor and lit the wick. Slowly, the candle illuminated the room, revealing a massive figure leaning in the corner where two walls met.
"What the fuck?" a startled Barber, standing closest to the figure, jumped back about five feet.
"Calm yourself, Barber," Alaric said as he stepped from the shadows and into the candlelight. "I mean you no harm."
"Fuck you! Is that what you told all of our friends as you rounded up at the Compound before you euthanized them like rabid dogs, you piece of shit." Carter was conveniently supplied a target on which he could now unleash his rage. "Don't you dare speak to me of calm. What are you even doing here?"
"Carter, please, you have to believe me, I..."
"I don't give a flying
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