*Random drabble that just sorta popped into my head… it just wouldn't go away… sigh. Set after Blackout so spoilers! Not my best work, but hey, a story! By the way: rated T+ because of Cal's mouth, oh! And I DO NOT own!
So much for the Competition
Niko had called me several times during the drive in the stolen car. In his usual lack of words he'd asked how I was. Okay. It felt good and bad, right and wrong. There were no more Auphes or half Auphes, or fucking quarter Auphes running around. Just me.
Grant it I wasn't that broken up. The poor bastards were put out of their misery and put down before they could harm anyone. They were too dangerous to be inserted into the world. Too untrustworthy. Hell, one of us was enough; you put two gun slinging psychopaths into this world it'd go to hell.
So I'd driven on, back to Nik, back to New York, back to the same shit. And I'd left behind something, something I wasn't quite sure I could ever get back.
Killing had its place in my life. Killing could and would save your ass in that split second. Then again, killing something that had called you brother and fought to get out of a too small cage…. That wasn't killing. That was slaughtering.
And some sick, twisted part of me; locked deep down inside by years of suppression and clinging sanity, liked it. And that, scared the shit out of me.