Jin walked around the torch-lit
craft room of the Freehold hollow, expression blank as he looked at the
mutilated body of what was once a former Changeling. Blood pooled and slowly flowed from her
corpse. Jin had the mind of a
professional- he played out how he’d do this.
Grab her and throw her against the wardrobe- head first to stun. Grab the blade and drive it in the center of
the spine. Grab her by the hair, throw
her down to the ground. Walk around to the side, pull up her face- blow it off
with a sawed-off shotgun.
Why do we need to do this?
Indeed, Jin, why are we
bothering with this pointless life? I mean, really.
Come now, he’s working, you’re
distracting him.
I’m simply trying to save him time
from pointless task- oh, it appears our protégé has something to say.
Jin
looked up as Wally called to him, walking toward him. Requesting to talk outside, they step out and
he’s shown a picture text. Becca. She knows where the assassin’s hide. They dare hide in our former mortal home for
this Freehold.
OUR old office building?
The gall of them, such
arrogance.
Burn them. Kill them. Teach them
their place.
Becca, where did she wander off
too?
You don’t think she…?
Jin looked up to Wally, both sharing the same thought. They tried to call her, text her…
voicemail. Wally closes his eyes for a
moment before saying the words. “Veera’s alive. Let’s go.” They return to the
craft room, Wally explains the situation quickly, or so Jin imagines as his
mind wanders to something else, and they almost as one file out of the room,
heading for the exit of the massive Hollow.
As they begin to walk through the common room, certain individuals
freeze. Like a thread snapping in one’s
Fate…
NO.
Almost all are accounted for,
the other’s location is known, only one was away and in danger.
They killed her.
Becca is gone?
THEY KILLED HER.
THEY DARE?!
Obligations must be honored.
And HONOR must be attended to!
BE SILENT.
Jin’s face flickered with rage, murderous rage, before his
eyes floated to each individual, meeting their eyes. It was time to honor agreements. They stood
up and walked out as one. Jin’s mind
floated about as he thought of actions that needed to be taken. Wally frowned
and stood before the Freehold, making the announcement that both flared his
rage, and yet gave him a satisfying feeling of contentment.
“I, as of now, dissolve the Scoured
Freehold.” The stunned silence that
followed was almost too satisfying, but he shrugged, prepared to move on with
the task at hand. That thought was
interrupted by a cry of rage that would make any Summer proud to have provoked
it. He turned and watched as Haley
stomped up to Wally, and while the exact words escaped him, her general meaning
was understood- bottomless rage at the dissolving of the Freehold, challenges
over our lack of authority over it, unorganized protest that even Haley likely
didn’t understand.
She dare challenge us?
Technically she’s challenging
Wally.
She’s challenging the holy
Summer Court.
Yes, it’s kind of the same
thing.
That voice of hers can be so
irritatingly distracting.
Keep on chirping, canary.
Fly away, little bird.
As Wally explained that they must depart, a familiar voice
rang out.
“Minister
Walker must ask what is happening.” Or something to that effect. Wally turned and explained in the vaguest
terms that they had to leave, and could not explain why. As the predictable question came out of
Walker’s mouth, Jin responded.
“We are
pledged to an oath of secrecy. We can say no more. We will not return for some time- if at all.”
And with that, he looked to Wally and then turned and left.
We don’t have time for you right now.
We’ve work to do.
We’ll be going.
But don’t you dare take our
vengeance from us until we return.
We will return.
It was enroute to the meeting that
his phone rang, going to voicemail. Then a text. Sighing, Jin looked at it. Walker requesting an immediate meeting for
critical information.
The
meeting was a blur behind the red haze of rage, Jin answering automatically,
reading the papers presented before him, and shown the item that boiled his
blood.
THEY TOOK WOOSTER?
They took his EYE?!
The arrogance!
They do not know what they have
wrought.
They will burn in the fires of a
thousand dying stars as they journey to hell.
Their souls will be consumed and
never returned to the wheel.
Jin let
out a single sigh before looking at Walker and his entourage, thanking them,
and departing. They would find Wooster.
As he
arrived at Nicholas Rex mansion, walking toward the door, his mind buzzed with
what was to be done. Every step triggered
a thought.
They must be killed!
She must be avenged!
But first she must be found.
Yes, find first, bring home.
To hell with that meaningless
Freehold.
We have been to Hell, what is
left for us to fear?
Nothing, our rage will guide us.
Yes, find Becca.
Agreed, find Becca.
Yes, she will be found.
We will bring her home.
Jin grabbed onto the door handle. He turned it.
“And then…”
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
WE WILL KILL THEM ALL.
He pushed the door open.
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