Breaking the Habit
(A/N) I only own my own OCs.
Summary: Sequel to "What I've Done." Cody tries to adapt to his new life, but he soon learns that leaving his old bounty hunter life behind him is easier said than done. The more he tries to run, the faster it catches up to him. Soon Cody falls in over his head as shadows of his past come back to haunt him. Based on the song "Breaking the Habit" by Linkin Park.
Chapter 1: Prologue
-Cody POV-
I stared forward towards the ground, tears threatening in my eyes. "Come on please…" I said as I took a deep breath. "If I ever really, REALLY needed your help, it's right now. I-I just don't know what to do anymore. The more I fight, the more futile my effort is."
My eyes have adapted to the dark atmosphere around me, but the tears in my eyes make seeing almost impossible. The only light is the faint remaining rays from the streetlights that reached this far into the cemetery. Most people would think I was crazy to be in a cemetery at night, but the one value I've held ever since that night stays true in my mind. I'm not most people, I'm me, and I do what I want.
In the distance I hear rustling footsteps. It would only be a matter of time now. Along with their faint voices I hear something else, almost like music but it was very faint and hard to make out.
Memories consume,
Like opening the wound,
I'm picking me apart again.
I assumed it was probably from the radio the caretaker kept in his office. He probably just forgot to turn it off. I hear the footsteps and voices grow closer as I shake my head. "Here I go again," I muttered disgusted in a disgusted voice to myself as I wipe my eyes dry. The dark atmosphere and various stones definitely are going to make themselves useful. I grasp my trusty knife as I sink low to the ground and begin to move into position. The moonless night and thick blanket of clouds also will also be useful in keeping myself hidden.
You all assume,
I'm safe here in my room,
Once again I turn my eyes to approaching group of people. Their flashlights won't do them any good, it's way too dark. This is going to be yet another walk in the park. Slowly I creep forward, waiting for the opportune moment. Finally I crouch behind a large tomb with an obelisk on top. I lean into the dark stone's texture, as I continue to watch. "Sorry Zack," I mutter under my breath.
As I wait, a battle erupts within me. I know what I have to do if I want to stay alive. Honestly though, I really don't care anymore if I live or die, everyday is like a living hell. The only reason I want to stay alive is I refuse to give any of these scum bags the pleasure of being the one to kill me. On the other side though, I could very easily escape, using the cover I had. But then again, the only way to stop them is for me to kill them first…I won't hide forever like some scared little boy.
Unless I try to start again.
I look down at the knife, the same trusty tool I used so many times. Then something happens that never had before, my hand starts to shiver as my brother's face passes through my mind. I try to shake the knot that had also begun to develop in my stomach. "Pull yourself together," I mutter under my breath. "It's you or them, take your pick." I ready myself again. "I have to Zack, it's the only way…"
Finally one is within striking distance. I look at the knife again, shaking all stray thoughts from my mind as I focus on the one thing I had become good at…killing. Zack's image continues to flash in my mind, but I won't allow myself to be distracted. It's now or never.
I don't want to be the one,
That battles always choose.
Sliding from behind the tomb I reach up and bring my knife around the back of my first victim's throat. A half second later, a river of red falls from the front of his neck as he collapses. The others are on alert but I'm already out of harm's way and ready to make my next move. They wave their guns in all directions. I shake my head. They should have known who they were dealing with. After a few more moves, I deal with the others in a similar fashion before wiping my knife clean on the grass.
For the next few seconds, I stare at the bodies lying In front of me. "You're getting slow," I say to myself as the old rushes fill my veins again. But at the same time, another feeling fills me, one of regret. "Zack, please I had to, it was them or me. I won't give in again. I made you a promise, and I'm going to keep it." The more I try to fight it though, the more this new sorrow sweeps through me. I know what I did, and despite the numbers I've killed in the past, I actually feel sorry for my victims, and now can't even look at them. I feel sick to my stomach, I wouldn't let this happen again. Dizziness fills me and my world begins to spin as I rush behind another tomb and a moment later, lose all the contents in my stomach.
'Cause inside I realize,
That I'm the one confused.
Breathing heavily I stare at the ground before heaving again. What was happening to me? I could feel my old self starting to take over again. The battle was raging within me. This just wasn't going to stop. But one thing was for sure, I made Zack a promise…and I would keep it.
Suddenly, I feel a hand wrap around my face. Before I can react, I feel a damp cloth shoved over my nose and mouth. Vapors fill my airways, suffocating me and blocking out anything else. I can't even scream. In a matter of seconds I feel strength vacating my body as complete blackness covers my vision. My knife falls from my hand as my body meets the ground. Next consciousness completely slips from me as I fall into complete nothingness.
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