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Authors: Stacy, Jennifer Buck
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but you have to go," Alaric said. "If you won't do it for yourself, do it for Fox. Don't make her watch you die again. Because this time, I don't think you're going to be so lucky. There's no second chances this time."
Carter winced at Alaric's reference to the time he had overdosed on heroin. He had stopped breathing, was for all intents and purposes dead, but was saved at the last second by an adrenaline shot to the heart.
Alaric threw the plane ticket on the floor before turning for the door.
"You fucker!" Carter leapt out of bed and jumped on Alaric's back. "You chicken shit, son of a bitch!"
With one arm wrapped around Alaric's throat, he used the other to punch the giant man in his sturdy jaw. Carter had no idea what the hell he was doing. He just knew he was mad and needed to take it out on someone.
"What do you think you're doing?" Alaric asked as he grabbed and loosened Carter's grip from his throat in one effortless movement.
"You can't buy me off you son of a bitch, and you can't make me leave. You just want me out of Fox's life!" Carter yelled in Alaric's ear.
Carter did another kind of yelling, in pain this time, as Alaric crushed Carter's fingers together, but Carter kicked Alaric in the back of the knee, knocking him to the floor.
"I came here to help you, you ungrateful selfish bastard!" Alaric yelled.
Carter jerked his arm back and was just barely able to free his hand from Alaric's grip. Carter took Alaric's back and threw a right hook, this time with a fist full of fire, hitting him in the side of the face.
With a growl of anger, Alaric went into a roll, taking Carter with him. They spun twice, leaving both men sprawled out on the dirty shag carpet. Carter went hot in his hands and feet. Little fires erupted from all four of his limbs as he scrambled to his feet.
The look on Alaric's face made Carter go weak in the knees. He had pissed the man off something fierce. One side of his face was bright red from the burning punch he had taken, and the expression Alaric wore was like a pissed off bull. From a kneeling position, Alaric charged, head and shoulders first, tackling Carter like a football player. Alaric's legs pumped furiously. The force lifted Carter from his feet, drove him back first into the wall, and together they burst through the drywall and out into the kitchen. Alaric slammed Carter on the cheap linoleum floor.
"You no good, druggie piece of shit!" Alaric punched straight down, and Carter moved his head at the last second. The man's anvil for a fist crunched the floor boards.
"Quit moving you good for nothing fuckhead!" Alaric punched again and again.
This time they found their mark and Carter's face was pummeled under Alaric's mighty fists. His nose splattered against his face. Carter, in a desperate attempt to get Alaric off of him, grabbed the man on the ribs, his fiery palms burning Alaric's skin. Alaric growled through the pain though, and it only seemed to piss him off all the more. Even when Alaric's shirt caught fire, and turned to ashes, he kept pounding Carter in the face. Carter lost count of the hits he had taken. The edges of his vision blurred as his eyes swelled up.
"Fuck you!" Carter screamed and spit blood in Alaric's face. Alaric cocked back. The last thing Carter saw was a fist the size of his face descending on him. Then the world went black.
*****
He awoke to a rhythmic beep. Over and over again it beeped. It beeped at the same pace as a leaky faucet. He tried to open his eyes, and found he could barely peek through the swollen lids. Through his blurry vision he could make out a white sheet draped over him with spots of sporadic red blood dotting its otherwise bleached color. A machine, the source of the beeps, with a green line jumped up and down in rhythm with the beat of his pulse. Long tubes ran from his arm to an IV and another set, providing air, ran to his nose. The ceiling was dark and dusty, not the halogen lamps of a hospital room.
"Where
Carter winced at Alaric's reference to the time he had overdosed on heroin. He had stopped breathing, was for all intents and purposes dead, but was saved at the last second by an adrenaline shot to the heart.
Alaric threw the plane ticket on the floor before turning for the door.
"You fucker!" Carter leapt out of bed and jumped on Alaric's back. "You chicken shit, son of a bitch!"
With one arm wrapped around Alaric's throat, he used the other to punch the giant man in his sturdy jaw. Carter had no idea what the hell he was doing. He just knew he was mad and needed to take it out on someone.
"What do you think you're doing?" Alaric asked as he grabbed and loosened Carter's grip from his throat in one effortless movement.
"You can't buy me off you son of a bitch, and you can't make me leave. You just want me out of Fox's life!" Carter yelled in Alaric's ear.
Carter did another kind of yelling, in pain this time, as Alaric crushed Carter's fingers together, but Carter kicked Alaric in the back of the knee, knocking him to the floor.
"I came here to help you, you ungrateful selfish bastard!" Alaric yelled.
Carter jerked his arm back and was just barely able to free his hand from Alaric's grip. Carter took Alaric's back and threw a right hook, this time with a fist full of fire, hitting him in the side of the face.
With a growl of anger, Alaric went into a roll, taking Carter with him. They spun twice, leaving both men sprawled out on the dirty shag carpet. Carter went hot in his hands and feet. Little fires erupted from all four of his limbs as he scrambled to his feet.
The look on Alaric's face made Carter go weak in the knees. He had pissed the man off something fierce. One side of his face was bright red from the burning punch he had taken, and the expression Alaric wore was like a pissed off bull. From a kneeling position, Alaric charged, head and shoulders first, tackling Carter like a football player. Alaric's legs pumped furiously. The force lifted Carter from his feet, drove him back first into the wall, and together they burst through the drywall and out into the kitchen. Alaric slammed Carter on the cheap linoleum floor.
"You no good, druggie piece of shit!" Alaric punched straight down, and Carter moved his head at the last second. The man's anvil for a fist crunched the floor boards.
"Quit moving you good for nothing fuckhead!" Alaric punched again and again.
This time they found their mark and Carter's face was pummeled under Alaric's mighty fists. His nose splattered against his face. Carter, in a desperate attempt to get Alaric off of him, grabbed the man on the ribs, his fiery palms burning Alaric's skin. Alaric growled through the pain though, and it only seemed to piss him off all the more. Even when Alaric's shirt caught fire, and turned to ashes, he kept pounding Carter in the face. Carter lost count of the hits he had taken. The edges of his vision blurred as his eyes swelled up.
"Fuck you!" Carter screamed and spit blood in Alaric's face. Alaric cocked back. The last thing Carter saw was a fist the size of his face descending on him. Then the world went black.
*****
He awoke to a rhythmic beep. Over and over again it beeped. It beeped at the same pace as a leaky faucet. He tried to open his eyes, and found he could barely peek through the swollen lids. Through his blurry vision he could make out a white sheet draped over him with spots of sporadic red blood dotting its otherwise bleached color. A machine, the source of the beeps, with a green line jumped up and down in rhythm with the beat of his pulse. Long tubes ran from his arm to an IV and another set, providing air, ran to his nose. The ceiling was dark and dusty, not the halogen lamps of a hospital room.
"Where
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