Chapter 4
(George's pov)
"George! Rachael is sending us visual of the exercise!" Garrett shouted.
I rushed to Garrett and looked at the monitor shocked...
"Holy shit...is that a human being tied and gagged to a wall?!" I asked rather horrified.
"Yeah. Looks American...possibly white. Visual isn't too great. Receiving audio...now."
"You see your target...?...Remember him?"
"Yes..."
"This is the same poor...pathetic...and miserable excuse of a human being who would always make fun of you cause of what you are. I've seen the way how he treated you...how he would cringe the moment he sees you...or how much he uses autism insults just to make you angry...you want him gone, correct?"
"...Yes."
"...Good...now...point your gun at him...shoot him...and all troubles will be forgotten..."
"Don't do it, kid..." I whispered.
I can see the hesitation in this kid's eyes...he doesn't want to do it...but he did it...he readies his gun and before he could fire the gun...he said this...
"Mi dispiace...(I'm sorry...)"
*BANG!*
The human was shot in the head as his dead body slumps to the ground now lifeless...the kid's arms were shaking in fear for what he's done...he had killed an innocent...being.
"How did it feel...?" Einsamer asked him.
"Disgusted...regret...angry...confused..." The kid said as he dropped the gun on the table.
"I see...come."
They left somewhere as the visual went off...we were silent as we felt this unbearable dread fall upon us...
"We never went to this kind of exercise. Why bring Dante there?" Jimmy asked breaking the silence.
"I don't know...probably he's special?" Garrett said rather unsure.
"Special or not, that was not normal training...looked something you want to take your anger out of someone...and not in a pleasant way..." I sighed.
"George...Just got word from Rachael. She said "When the moon rises, it's time to strike." Stevens said as he walked in the cabin.
"Good...I'll get the kid out of here once we begin the escape. I'm going to bring him to somewhere safe."
"But George! You'll get yourself killed!" Jimmy shouted.
"It's a risk I'm going to take...besides...we don't want him to be the first mindless killing machine for Talon."
They went silent knowing that what they witnessed was true...
"Then it's settled..."
(?'s pov)
*Unknown year two months later*
*Location: somewhere in Alaska*
"He doesn't remember?"
"That or he doesn't want to talk about it. Listen...we can't keep pressing him about it. You know what happened last time. He lost his fucking mind and nearly killed you. It's rather traumatic for him."
"...Fine...what you suggest we do?"
"Well we can't send him back to Talon. They'll turn him to a mindless killer! George wouldn't like that if he was around..."
"I know...he risked his life for saving that kid."
"He must use his power for good than evil. He has to learn..."
"...Fine. but we can't keep him here. He must learn to survive on his own...without our help once he learns to control his powers."
"Fair enough..."
This kid have better be worth the trouble especially that crazy escape George planned.
(Dante's pov)
*Two months ago*
*Location: Germany, Wolfsrudel*
It was Midnight as I was in my cabin trying to recover from I had done during my exercise when I heard alarms blaring along with a huge explosion. George rushes in my cabin holding an assault rifle as I got off of my bed.
"COME ON, KID! TIME TO GO!" He shouted.
We rushed out of the cabin and rushed out of the camp through a blown up fence and rushed to the streets of Germany as we avoided some bullets fired at us...however...as we got to the city...the HOUNDS began to chase us the moment I heard the whistle. Thankfully, George dropped me off to this unusual bus as a woman put me inside the bus as I got on my seat...
"Get the kid out of here! Now!" George ordered the woman.
"What about you?!" She asked him.
"Going to buy you some time...good luck." He said as rushed somewhere in the city.
The woman nods as she drove the bus away out of town as George's assault rifle was heard the further the woman drove away...but...
*BANG!*
It sounded like a magnum fired and I was paranoid that George may have...died. did he...? God...I hope not...
(It's short I know but it's 72° in Conneticut and it's making me lose focus on doing my stories. I'd like to thank Torm Wyndaru in helping me get over my bullying situation and help me regain my confidence in continuing this story and because of that I'll continue the story no matter how many people bitch and whine about it.)