Fetch, despite her anger, unclenched her hands. As she did, she felt the tension leave her body.
"No, I won't do it!" she called out, tears forming.
"What?" Augustine asked as she walked up to Abigail, still facing towards Shane.
"I won't kill him," she repeated, turning to face Augustine.
"What about… everything he's done to you?" she asked, nearly whispering.
"It doesn't matter… not anymore," she replied through shallow breaths.
"It doesn't matter? It doesn't… matter?" Augustine reiterated in disbelief, "He killed your broth—"
"I killed Brent… not Shane."
"I'm disappointed in you Abigail," she replied while signaling for a sniper to shoot Shane, startling the two other conduits.
"This is what happens when you try to make monsters," Delsin called from behind Fetch and Augustine.
"And what is that?" Augustine asked in a taunting tone.
"You become a monster."
"I suppose you do have a point there," signaling again by snapping her fingers in the air. The following second was filled with another gunshot… and Delsin slumping to the ground.
"DELSIN!" Fetch screamed while running over to him. Blood oozed from the base of his neck where he was shot. She attempted to stop the bleeding by covering the wound with her hands.
"But it takes one to know one," Augustine responded, un-phased.
"No… no, no!" Fetch exclaimed, holding Delsin.
"We're all monsters, and we all deserve to be hunted," Augustine continued. Delsin's fast-healing was failing and Fetch could feel his breathing slow to a stop. At that moment, Fetch was in disbelief. Delsin laid dead in front of her.
"NOOOOOOOO!" Fetch screamed as her rage built up once again; her eyes replaced by demonic red lights. She clenched her fists and neon light snaked around her body. It quickly grew brighter and brighter until Fetch herself turned into a blinding light. Then, the world was engulfed in a purplish glow.
She woke up with her heart pounding and her breathing heavy. First she examined herself, then her surroundings. She was on top of a comforter on the floor of a motel, she agreed to sleep there, with Delsin and Eugene sleeping in the two beds. She pulled her phone out to look at the time: nine thirty-two. She took a moment to look at her two friends sleeping, especially Delsin. Afterwards, afraid to go back to sleep, Fetch decided to slip her jacket and shoes on and go outside. As she left the room, without her knowing, Delsin awoke and saw Fetch leave.
She decided to hit the pool, figuring that nobody else would be there, leaving the place to herself. She pulled up a pool chair right next to the water and sat down, simply enjoying the peace and quiet. Suddenly, she was startled by a loud splash and the appearance of a man erupting from the water. Once they made eye contact, she knew exactly who it was.
"Sam?" she called out.
"Fetch?" he called back. Sam swam towards Fetch until he was at the edge. "What're you doing out here? I thought you were asleep."
"I could ask you the same question." she snapped.
"Never was fond of hotel beds. Can't sleep in them unless I'm extremely tired," he explained.
"That's why I prefer to sleep on the floor," Fetch added.
"Bad dream huh?"
"How did you know?"
"Lucky guess… besides… you were infamous for that in Curdun Cay."
"It was Shane… my dream was about him."
"I see," Sam replied, realizing how severe it was.
"It was the day I… killed him."
"Look Fetch, you don't have to—"
"Except it was different this time," Fetch interjected, peaking Sam's interest.
"This time, Delsin was there… he convinced me not to kill him."
"You… didn't kill him?" Sam asked, surprised.
"No… Augustine killed him, and Delsin too."
"Fetch… that's great news."
"That Delsin died?"
"No… that you didn't kill Shane. You're showing that Augustine's wrong, that you're not a monster."
"How were you ever with them?" Fetch asked.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked in response.
"The dupes, why did you join those assholes?"
Sam took a few moments before answering.
"I lost someone, someone close to me… to a conduit… to a beast."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"Don't be, it was too late when it happened anyways. You still have a chance though," Sam replied while motioning his head upwards. Fetch looked in that direction and saw Delsin leaning on the balcony attached to their room.
"This wasn't supposed to be that kind of talk," Fetch snaped playfully, feeling better.
"Stop dreaming about Delsin and it won't be," Sam replied while getting out of the pool and drying himself off.
"I hate you."
"Good night Fetch," Sam replied, chuckling. Fetch stayed seated as Sam headed back inside with his shirt on and a towel wrapped around him. She then looked back at Delsin, who made eye contact. She waved at him and he waved back. Meanwhile, as Sam walked into his room, he was greeted by Bentley who was still typing away at his computer.
"Have a nice swim?" Bentley asked, preoccupied.
"There was a bit too much chlorine, but other than that it was nice," Sam replied, with Bentley completely oblivious.
"So… who were you talking to?" Sam asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Out on the balcony… I saw you on the phone," Sam explained.
Bentley stopped typing.
"Oh, it was Murray. I was calling about the pick-up," Bentley explained.
"I've been meaning to ask him."
"They're already at the distribution center."
"Good, I'm surprised at how smoothly things have gone these past couple of days."
"You have no idea," Bentley replied while returning to his computer. Meanwhile, back outside, Fetch was deep in thought. Delsin had returned to his room and Fetch, trying to clear her head, only filled it more. However, something else caught her attention. She heard the familiar sounds of sirens coming from the front of the building. She slowly got up and walked towards the wall that encircled the pool.
Fetch climbed up so she could barely see over the top. In front of the motel, was a D.U.P. APC. She ducked down just as a squad of troopers exited the vehicle and headed inside the building. Fetch rushed inside the motel and up to her room. She quietly knocked on the door and was greeted by Delsin.
"We have a problem."