I slammed the jeep to a stop, yanked the e-brake and pushed open the smashed in door with my foot. I slid out of my seat, clutching my left side. I grimaced, clenching my teeth and spat out blood that washed my mouth. I staggered over to the back of my jeep and raised the lift gate. Rummaged through my tools and pulled out a crowbar. I limped carefully in the dark, the street lights weren't giving me much light but I could see that son of a bitch clear as day. Course it helped that my head beams were directly on him.

He was grunting a few feet away on his stomach, coughing up blood, trying to get to his hands and knees carefully. I most likely broke something on him when I rammed him. But he was a cockroach. I approached him, deliberately taking my time. I hefted the crowbar to rest on my shoulder and stared down at his disgusting crawling form, gritting my teeth, just looking at him made me see red.

Mustering the remaining strength I had, I swung in a kick to his ribs and he cried out with a pained yowl, still trying to scrape away.

I followed him with my eyes. He was trying to crawl into the center of the street where I'm guessing he thought he could flag down a passerby. I slowly began to follow him leisurely, not a single shred of sympathy in me. I hated him so much. I hated him then for what he had done, and I hated him now for what he did. He wouldn't stay away. And he was going to pay. "Just couldn't stay away could you? Couldn't have just started a life somewhere nice?" I said with venom. "Get yourself a pretty little psycho girl and had psycho babies."

He grunted as he struggled to creep away. I spat out blood as I chuckled. My blood was pumping faster with adrenaline and it took all my humanity to not beat him with the crowbar right here and now, my hand squeezing it so hard my knuckles hurt. My grin turned to malice and I kicked him again, this time his broken leg. He screamed like a banshee, took three seconds and started again to move.

Where the hell did he think he was going? Did he think I was just going to let him go? Fucker had another thing coming.

I used my foot under his belly to flip him violently onto his back. He coughed up blood and I could see his breath in the night air. The trees were good coverage. On this lonely road he thought he wouldn't get caught. The only thing that he caught me in was in surprise when he T-boned the driver's side of my jeep. Trying to hit and run he had left me unconscious for a few minutes. He had put me in a coma once. I wasn't going to let him win this time. I caught up with him through the woods, gearing my jeep to fly into his truck, pinning his buddy to the bedside while he had fled. My jeep could still run, gunning it I rammed into him at 80 mph sending him flying over the pavement.

Now I stood over him, glaring down at him. He chuckled through a bloody mouth, missing a few teeth. He knew he had gotten away with so much and he was right. The law had released him even after an intensive trial. After what he put me and my girlfriend through he had gotten off Scott free. I was so livid in court that I was almost imprisoned. Cat was all I could think of at the time.

This bastard wasn't human. What he did to Cat wasn't human. I was told he had been deported and just as we were moving on with our lives he shows up and Cat had to pay for it. If I had been with her it would've never happened.

Hot tears beaded my eyes. If the law was just going to allow these fucks free then fuck humanity. "You fucking bastard..." I drop the crowbar near his head making the sound sting his ears. He grimaced and he clenched his teeth. I'm sure I broke 5 of his bones... I had 201 more to go.

"You don't have the guts," he wheezed out. It's true, the thoughts I had in my head at the moment would get me in trouble and he knew it. He was counting on it. Even if all I left intact was his skull he'd be found and he'd spew my name out like vomit.

He was determined, I'll give him that. Reine had told me he wasn't sane, the only reason he was let go. I spat out blood onto his chest. I struggled to keep standing; he had gotten my leg and ribs pretty good. I raised my head to the night sky and let out a long exhale, wincing in pain. "Ya know, I was actually willing to forget you and move on. But noooo," I looked down at him. "You can't let go. You really fucked me up you know."

"You took my girl," he coughed as if it justified what he did. I slowly crouched to his head, sitting on my heels, glaring at him.

"Now that's the problem. See, she was never yours. Not with that attitude. What am I supposed to do with you now? Can't have you rolling your ugly face around us."

Again he chuckled. He was so sure he was untouchable. Beat him all I wanted, he knew Cat wouldn't approve of it. But I heard her screams all over again and I shut my eyes to focus.

Suddenly a searing pain tore into my thigh and I fell backwards in shock. He was laughing now, his grating voice echoing in my head, rattling my senses. I yanked out the knife sticking out of my leg and lunged forward plunging it into his chest. He made a hoarse scream but tried to sit up. I staggered to my feet and kicked him back down, struggling to keep my balance. It was clear he wouldn't stop hunting us down. And I didn't want to hunt him down either. I don't hunt. Never have. Let the wolves have him. As if on cue I heard them howl in the distance.

My crowbar had flown backwards when I stumbled backwards. I went to retrieve it and heard him scraping the ground in his movements. I turned my head and watched him try to approach me. With his face bloody and him crawling on the pavement, arm extended made him look like a zombie. I'd definitely survive if such a thing happened. I whirled around and swung the crowbar like a golf club hard as I could. I heard his neck crack and he finally fell limp.

I stood over him, my chest heaving with adrenaline. Was it finally over? Was this it? I stumbled back and vomited to the side, clutching my ribs. I wiped my mouth and screamed as loud as I could. The wolves howled in response.

Daylight was arriving soon and still no cars passed by on this lonely road. If he had succeeded in killing me no one would've found me until it was too late. I stared down at his body and spat to the side.

"Rest in peace Tommy boy." I hissed as I spun away from the gruesome sight. I limped back to my jeep and painfully climbed back in. I heaved a huge sigh of pain. I dare not pass out now. I chugged water and thought about my next move.

Within an hour I stumbled into the police station to report an accident. I didn't make it to the desk and collapsed on their floor. Loving the cold linoleum I closed my eyes. As I heard them scramble over to me and yell for medic I knew I was a sight to see but not like how I left Tom. So relieved he was gone and no longer a threat to Cat made me so deliriously happy I started to laugh, not caring how much my ribs screamed at me. Blood gurgled in my throat and they quickly rolled me to my side where I wouldn't choke on it. I drifted off to a sleep that consumes me almost immediately and all I can see is Cat's face, her soft gentle hands cradling me, whispering sweet nothings. Wait for me Cat, I'm on my way.

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