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even trying to keep our movements silent now. The calm atmosphere that had followed us since the Falconer had taken off had disappeared the moment we saw the blood.
“There are many things that could happen to his tracker. Anything from a strong electrical charge, a heavy blow to his head, or a gunshot wound,” Elish responded in a tone that told me he wouldn’t appreciate any more questions.
I was fine with that. Though I remained calm inside I was screaming, tearing out my hair, and shooting everyone at the faint prospect that Killian was in that resort. Killian hated ravers; he would have been scared shitless.
Calm down... they had guns, big guns. They could all shoot the ravers... use them for food... Killian is down there right now and he’s going to cry and sob knowing that you’re alright. Perish was experienced, so was Jade and, fuck, so was Killian – they would be just fine.
Let that be my reality.
Though as we rounded the last bend, and several buildings came into view, the real reality hit me.
Both Elish and I stopped in our tracks, for a fraction of a second we both stared stunned.
A massacre... deep red stains of blood on the old snow, pounded down with dozens of footsteps, clustered around a single-storey building with a large overhang. The blood framing dozens of corpses, most already eaten, with severed body parts holding thin layers of frost, strewn across this kill zone.
My eyes flickered to the corner of the building, where I could see two caravan carts. The bosen, dusted with snow, dead and frozen where they were left.
“KILLIAN!” I screamed, a desperate shriek that cracked my voice. I ran down the road, as fast as I could, hearing Elish’s quickened breathing behind me.
Then I slipped and fell. I looked down and saw a slick of blood, frozen onto the ice, leading to the decapitated head of Hopper.
No... no...
“Killian?” I screamed again. Elish was ahead of me now, standing in the middle of the worst carnage. His face more cold than the winter air around us, but I heard his heart... Oh god, I heard his heart. He couldn’t hide that from me.
So many body parts, both ravers, slavers, and slaves alike. I pushed past the weakness in my legs and the nausea clawing up my throat. They had been eaten by ravers; chunks were missing from their frozen bodies, now with ice clinging to their exposed skin and bones.
Silence. All there was around us was silence. Invisible winter air that held on it such a thickness my shoulders buckled.
I sank to my knees. In front of me I saw Chomper, with his face half-missing, chewed off to ribbons, a single intact eye staring at me from its socket.
“You must get up and check the bodies.” Elish’s voice stung me, the indifferent tone poisoning my heart.
I turned to him and when I looked into his eyes I felt the darkness creep the corners of my vision.
“If they are amongst them, we must know. Push past it and –”
I lunged at him, my hand throwing down my assault rifle and instead going for the knife at my hip. I let out a scream of rage as I swung it at him.
In that moment I hated him. I hated that he was calm, I hated that he could still stand, still function.
But most of all, I hated that he was immortal. I hated that when I killed him, he would come back, I would come back.
But Killian wouldn’t.
Killian wouldn’t.
Elish dodged me. The bodies strewn in their mangled shapes, surrounding us like an audience in a ring of compacted, bloodied snow. Watching with frozen eyeballs and teeth-chewed smiles. I bet they were drinking this in.
“Reaver, get a hold of yourself!” Elish snapped. The first emotion I had seen on his face. But I couldn’t hear him, I couldn’t hear his words. They bounced off of my own agony and stark disbelief for what we had just discovered.
My eyes burned, my teeth clenched and I didn’t realize I had been biting down on my tongue until I could taste copper. I was too inside of my own turmoil to manage a
“There are many things that could happen to his tracker. Anything from a strong electrical charge, a heavy blow to his head, or a gunshot wound,” Elish responded in a tone that told me he wouldn’t appreciate any more questions.
I was fine with that. Though I remained calm inside I was screaming, tearing out my hair, and shooting everyone at the faint prospect that Killian was in that resort. Killian hated ravers; he would have been scared shitless.
Calm down... they had guns, big guns. They could all shoot the ravers... use them for food... Killian is down there right now and he’s going to cry and sob knowing that you’re alright. Perish was experienced, so was Jade and, fuck, so was Killian – they would be just fine.
Let that be my reality.
Though as we rounded the last bend, and several buildings came into view, the real reality hit me.
Both Elish and I stopped in our tracks, for a fraction of a second we both stared stunned.
A massacre... deep red stains of blood on the old snow, pounded down with dozens of footsteps, clustered around a single-storey building with a large overhang. The blood framing dozens of corpses, most already eaten, with severed body parts holding thin layers of frost, strewn across this kill zone.
My eyes flickered to the corner of the building, where I could see two caravan carts. The bosen, dusted with snow, dead and frozen where they were left.
“KILLIAN!” I screamed, a desperate shriek that cracked my voice. I ran down the road, as fast as I could, hearing Elish’s quickened breathing behind me.
Then I slipped and fell. I looked down and saw a slick of blood, frozen onto the ice, leading to the decapitated head of Hopper.
No... no...
“Killian?” I screamed again. Elish was ahead of me now, standing in the middle of the worst carnage. His face more cold than the winter air around us, but I heard his heart... Oh god, I heard his heart. He couldn’t hide that from me.
So many body parts, both ravers, slavers, and slaves alike. I pushed past the weakness in my legs and the nausea clawing up my throat. They had been eaten by ravers; chunks were missing from their frozen bodies, now with ice clinging to their exposed skin and bones.
Silence. All there was around us was silence. Invisible winter air that held on it such a thickness my shoulders buckled.
I sank to my knees. In front of me I saw Chomper, with his face half-missing, chewed off to ribbons, a single intact eye staring at me from its socket.
“You must get up and check the bodies.” Elish’s voice stung me, the indifferent tone poisoning my heart.
I turned to him and when I looked into his eyes I felt the darkness creep the corners of my vision.
“If they are amongst them, we must know. Push past it and –”
I lunged at him, my hand throwing down my assault rifle and instead going for the knife at my hip. I let out a scream of rage as I swung it at him.
In that moment I hated him. I hated that he was calm, I hated that he could still stand, still function.
But most of all, I hated that he was immortal. I hated that when I killed him, he would come back, I would come back.
But Killian wouldn’t.
Killian wouldn’t.
Elish dodged me. The bodies strewn in their mangled shapes, surrounding us like an audience in a ring of compacted, bloodied snow. Watching with frozen eyeballs and teeth-chewed smiles. I bet they were drinking this in.
“Reaver, get a hold of yourself!” Elish snapped. The first emotion I had seen on his face. But I couldn’t hear him, I couldn’t hear his words. They bounced off of my own agony and stark disbelief for what we had just discovered.
My eyes burned, my teeth clenched and I didn’t realize I had been biting down on my tongue until I could taste copper. I was too inside of my own turmoil to manage a
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