Chris wakes to the constant buzzing of his phone on the bed side table, the vibrations resonating on the glass topped table seemed never ending. “Fuck sake what is it now” expecting to see some stupid news articles or some texts about random stuff. He turns over and presses his thumb to the screen to unlock the phone. 1 missed call from Pillbox Medical Center. 6 Text messages.
His heart sank as he realized Lyla wasn’t there. He quickly opens the texts and reads… “AJ has been hurt she was assaulted” it was worse then he first imagined. He knew Lyla would be fine but he couldn’t comprehend AJ getting hurt. His body is suddenly flooded with anger, the nanites in his blood activated as he crushed the phone in his hand without thinking. He rushes to the walk-in wardrobe and puts on some clothes before sprinting downstairs. As he grabs his keys and goes to leave he notices Lyla standing in the kitchen looking out the sliding doors at the couch and fire pit.
He stops and turns around and approaches Lyla asking her if she had heard. Lyla turned to him with a sorrowful look on her face and said “Yes I was informed by the staff in the hospital when she got admitted. She’s here… She’s laying on the couch outside.” He opens the door and walks outside to her. AJ lay there sleeping on the couch. He looked at the parts of the wounds he could see peering over the mask she had wore to hide her face. Slowly waking her from her sleep. They went into conversation about what happened. His blood boiled to the words he was hearing.
He told AJ to rest as he had something to deal with, he went back into the house and to the safe room, he grabbed his tactical gear and put it on grabbing an AK from the rack and 200 rounds. His mind set into a spiral of vengeance with no regard for his own safety. He drove to the O’Neil ranch.
It seemed quite. He jumped onto the balcony and walked through the open door to find sitting in the corner two meth addicts talking. Upon noticing him they panicked one pulling a knife and rushed him. The knife glancing off the plated body armour as he grabbed the addict by the neck lifting him off the ground with one arm. He asked the addict where the family was, the addict responded by spitting at him and saying fuck you. Chris knew he wouldn’t get any useful information from these two. Without much resistance Chris closed his grip on the man’s neck feeling his windpipe and blood vessels explode under the pressure as he broke the man’s neck as the 2nd man watched he began to cry. Chris drops the first man the limp lifeless body landing on the floor with a thud. He approached the 2nd man and asked the same question the addict just a babbling mess who’s gaze never broke from the dead person in front of him. The addict finally looked up at Chris and asked “wha…wha… What are you” Chris looked at the addict and said in a cold voice. " The last thing you will ever see…" Placing the gun to the man’s head and pulling the trigger. Catching the empty casing as it ejected from the AK.
Slinging the rifle over his back he grabbed both bodies and dragged them to the basement, the lab still set up but looked like it hadn’t been used in awhile the shelves still littered with items used for production. He tossed the two body’s onto the floor before releasing a roar of anger unleasing the elemental powers inside him as a flurry of flames erupted from him igniting the flamable contents of the room watching as everything in the room caught fire. As the room engulfed in flame he stood there the heat not phasing him. He released a 2nd out burst of elements this time of air the sound of which sounded like a jet breaking the sound barrier as the air snuffed all the flames. All that remained was the embers and ash. The two charred bodies layed in front of him as he left the building. Getting back into the car and driving into the city. Handing the car to the chop shop as he makes his way home.
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