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to the viral like symptoms that accompanied the withdrawal of heroin. It was like having the flu, a cold, your head hit with a hammer, and every bone in your body broken at the same time.
What he suffered from now, was more of a mental detox. His girlfriend left him, his home was in shambles, everyone was trying to kill him, and to top it all off, he had to watch as Fox cuddled up with that bastard Alaric. A slight jostle roused him from the foot of his bed. Carter shot up to a sitting position as fast as a lightning strike when he realized that someone else was on the bed with him.
"Alaric?" He asked as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
Alaric stared at the floor, dressed in jeans and a plain white t-shirt, one of the few times Carter had ever seen him out of uniform. Seeming distracted, Alaric only lifted his eyes to face Carter when he heard his name.
"What are you doing here?" Carter asked.
"I've found the leader of the cartel...but there is nothing I can do for you," Alaric said.
"What do you mean? Why not?" Carter asked.
"I cannot help you," Alaric said. "The leader of the cartel...he's a Vampire." Carter laughed out loud, but Alaric just started back at him as if he were crazy.
"A vampire? What is his henchmen a werewolf?" Carter asked.
"Not that kind of vampire you fool," Alaric said, "He's a powered human just like you or I, but a new breed altogether."
"So what he can't come out in the daylight or some shit?"
"No you idiot, I already told you it's not that kind of vampire," Alaric said. The giant man stiffened, rung his hands together, and cringed. "Vampire is only a nickname, like a Scorcher is for you, or a Screamer is for Eric."
"Why do they call him that?"
"Because he can suck your powers from you with a mere touch," Alaric said.
Carter's face twisted in question.
"Do you understand what I'm saying? Just by simply touching me, he could steal my super strength." Carter almost laughed aloud again, but thought better of it at the last second.
"But no one can beat you. You're Alaric, leader of the All Americans, the strongest man alive, the guy who gets the girl."
"I cannot beat him," Alaric said.
"You can't or you won't?" Carter asked in an accusatory tone.
"I won't okay, damn you!" Alaric said, "I won't!"
Carter thought Alaric may punch his head through the wall.
"But why?" he asked.
"Because I'm a coward! All right! A coward! If I lose my powers I've got nothing! Even a one percent chance of losing my powers to that monster is a risk I'm not willing to take!" Alaric sat at the foot of the bed with his head in his hands.
"Why are you telling me this?" Carter asked thoroughly confused.
Alaric reached from below the edge of he bed and produced a black duffel bag.
"I want you to take this," Alaric said tossing him the bag.
It landed in Carter's lap in a thud. Whatever is was it weighed a ton. Slowly, he undid the zipper to reveal stacks of bound hundred dollar bills.
"What the fuck man? There must be like fifty thousand dollars in here."
"A hundred thousand," Alaric said without skipping a beat.
"A hundred thousand dollars! Are you kidding me?"
"Nope."
"But why? For what?" Carter asked.
He tried to hold onto his senses. That much money was almost enough to make him go into shock.
"Whatever you want. Use it to start a new life," Alaric said. "Hell, go down to the Caribbean and spend your days lying on the beach for all I care."
"Oh I see, this is payoff money to get me to leave," Carter said his tone going from surprise to sour in an instant.
"It's not like that." Alaric's strong face went stern, but there was something else beneath that, something honest.
Carter didn't give a damn. He wasn't about to let this big monkey run him out of town.
"Really, because that's exactly what it looks like." Carter shoved the money back at Alaric.
"I've taken the liberty of securing you a first class plane ticket to anywhere in the world you want to go. If you don't want the money that's fine,
What he suffered from now, was more of a mental detox. His girlfriend left him, his home was in shambles, everyone was trying to kill him, and to top it all off, he had to watch as Fox cuddled up with that bastard Alaric. A slight jostle roused him from the foot of his bed. Carter shot up to a sitting position as fast as a lightning strike when he realized that someone else was on the bed with him.
"Alaric?" He asked as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
Alaric stared at the floor, dressed in jeans and a plain white t-shirt, one of the few times Carter had ever seen him out of uniform. Seeming distracted, Alaric only lifted his eyes to face Carter when he heard his name.
"What are you doing here?" Carter asked.
"I've found the leader of the cartel...but there is nothing I can do for you," Alaric said.
"What do you mean? Why not?" Carter asked.
"I cannot help you," Alaric said. "The leader of the cartel...he's a Vampire." Carter laughed out loud, but Alaric just started back at him as if he were crazy.
"A vampire? What is his henchmen a werewolf?" Carter asked.
"Not that kind of vampire you fool," Alaric said, "He's a powered human just like you or I, but a new breed altogether."
"So what he can't come out in the daylight or some shit?"
"No you idiot, I already told you it's not that kind of vampire," Alaric said. The giant man stiffened, rung his hands together, and cringed. "Vampire is only a nickname, like a Scorcher is for you, or a Screamer is for Eric."
"Why do they call him that?"
"Because he can suck your powers from you with a mere touch," Alaric said.
Carter's face twisted in question.
"Do you understand what I'm saying? Just by simply touching me, he could steal my super strength." Carter almost laughed aloud again, but thought better of it at the last second.
"But no one can beat you. You're Alaric, leader of the All Americans, the strongest man alive, the guy who gets the girl."
"I cannot beat him," Alaric said.
"You can't or you won't?" Carter asked in an accusatory tone.
"I won't okay, damn you!" Alaric said, "I won't!"
Carter thought Alaric may punch his head through the wall.
"But why?" he asked.
"Because I'm a coward! All right! A coward! If I lose my powers I've got nothing! Even a one percent chance of losing my powers to that monster is a risk I'm not willing to take!" Alaric sat at the foot of the bed with his head in his hands.
"Why are you telling me this?" Carter asked thoroughly confused.
Alaric reached from below the edge of he bed and produced a black duffel bag.
"I want you to take this," Alaric said tossing him the bag.
It landed in Carter's lap in a thud. Whatever is was it weighed a ton. Slowly, he undid the zipper to reveal stacks of bound hundred dollar bills.
"What the fuck man? There must be like fifty thousand dollars in here."
"A hundred thousand," Alaric said without skipping a beat.
"A hundred thousand dollars! Are you kidding me?"
"Nope."
"But why? For what?" Carter asked.
He tried to hold onto his senses. That much money was almost enough to make him go into shock.
"Whatever you want. Use it to start a new life," Alaric said. "Hell, go down to the Caribbean and spend your days lying on the beach for all I care."
"Oh I see, this is payoff money to get me to leave," Carter said his tone going from surprise to sour in an instant.
"It's not like that." Alaric's strong face went stern, but there was something else beneath that, something honest.
Carter didn't give a damn. He wasn't about to let this big monkey run him out of town.
"Really, because that's exactly what it looks like." Carter shoved the money back at Alaric.
"I've taken the liberty of securing you a first class plane ticket to anywhere in the world you want to go. If you don't want the money that's fine,
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