I take my rage out on his men, because it’s the only bit of control I have left.
Six bodies, lying in pools of blood. And I’m just panting, face spattered with sticky red and smears of dirt.
Collecting their guns, I leave them on the left side of the armory for Velle, or whoever he sends to collect. I wish I could stay and talk to them, but it’s not safe.
I’malone.
I have to be…
Instead, I’ll just stay out here and do what I do best.
I’ll kill, and kill, and fuckingkill. For them.
For him…
Bowed to what I am. It’s all I have, and all I can do.
Choke back every ounce of fury and let it fuel me.
Channel your inner Love, Felix…
Steel your emotions. Put them away, and just focus on the task at hand.
Look past the pain, dig your heels in… and fight.
Survive.
Break free from the rope.
Once you do… the hunted becomes the hunter.
Then…
Where am I?
My eyelids peel open, gradually. It’s difficult. They’re so damn heavy.
Speaking of heavy… My fuckinghead.
Dios… mi cabeza.
It’skillingme, temples throbbing like the deep bass from last night’s music. When my eyes finally wrench open, I immediately slam them shut again becausethe light! Jesus…
Why is it so bright wherever I am??
This sucks. I think I’m dying.
Eventually, I move my body enough to roll over, which brings me crashing onto the floor. Or rather, onto abodyon the floor.
Oh fuck… Did I murder someone last night?!
Judging by the grunt and displeased groan, they’re not dead.They’re just dying like me.
Hung the fuck over andprayingfor death.
Wobbling to my feet, I stumble away from the person on the floor, instantly realizing that they’re not the only one. The floor is littered with bodies, as is the futon I apparently rolled off of.
What the fuck happened last night?
