Dylan's POV
Dylan thought of seeing Max in the house watching TV or sitting outside on the porch. But what he saw was far from what he was expecting. There were probably two or three cars that were parked in front of the lawn.
He swooped down and silently landed on the porch, not making any single crack. He put down the guinea pig, letting it scurry away from his hand. He slightly cracked the front door open. The house was in complete disarray. The furniture was turned over; blood was splattered all over the floor and not more than 10 Erasers were lying helplessly on the floor, dead.
He heard laughing and pounding near. He slammed the door and hurried to where the sound was. His eyes showed rage when he saw an Eraser pounding Max on the wall. There was blood all over the wall. This made him madder.
"Hey!" He called. The Eraser turned and dropped Max on the floor. "What the hell are you doing to her?" I shouted, my hands already turning into a fist. I was ready to attack; ready to kill this monster for hurting Max.
"Isn't it obvious on what I'm doing." He said, pointing on Max. "She's pretty weak. I wanted to have some challenge. But she ain't worth it." He said rubbing his hands.
"You jerk." Dylan said. He attacked first and gave the Eraser a round house kick on the jaw. It staggered backward, inhaling sharply. It growled deeply and clawed him on the face. Dylan ignored the pain. There was blood but it didn't matter. He had to kill this monster.
Dylan went towards the kitchen, eyeing it cautiously. "Retreating already?" It said following him. He reached the counter where the utensils were placed. He fumbled on the keys. When he reached the right drawer, he immediately took out a knife. The Eraser took a step back.
"Ooh, he's got a knife." He said, obviously pretending to be afraid. "But lucky me, I've got claws." He advanced and tried slashing him but Dylan dodged it on time and sliced the Eraser's stomach.
It howled in pain and clutched his bleeding stomach. Dylan slashed it on the shoulders and its thigh, while its guard was down. The Eraser slumped on the floor howling. And for one short second, Dylan let his guard down. But this very short second and slightly put down guard, the Eraser took this as an opportunity to get back at him.
He charged. Face furious, nostrils flaring, eyes gleaming in hatred. This was what he was expecting, what he wanted from the Eraser. It strangled him on the floor banging his head every second. They continued to punch, kick and slash each other.
When Dylan was on top of the Eraser, he made no hesitation to kill this monster. But when he looked into its eyes, he saw a helpless little kid, wanting break free from this agonizing pain. A kid who was just used as an experiment; a kid who had no right to become free. A kid who was innocent and wanted nothing to do with killing but was told to do so. Killing this creature would be a blessing but also suffering for the soul for the mistakes that it has done.
Dylan wanted to set it free, to give it another chance at life. But there was a voice at the farther back portion of his mind that tells him that this wasn't innocent. It lost its innocence in a long time, judging by the murderous look in its eye. And he also reminded itself that this was the cause of Max's pain at this very moment.
He didn't need to weigh out the options. Vengeance for Max always weighed out everything. Even if it wasn't fair on the other side. As the saying goes, all is fair in love and war.
He punched it one more time, before slicing the head off. The large head was easily cut off, making it roll on the floor. The kitchen floor was flooded with blood. And Dylan couldn't stand the fouls stench of Eraser's blood. So, he got off the lifeless and beheaded body and ran towards Max.
When he saw her, his heart dropped to his stomach. She was really in a critical state. Her head was bleeding. Too much blood lost. This is not good. And almost every part of her body was broken.
He can't cure Max alone. He has to have somebody's help. He quickly headed to Max's room, opening her drawers, rummaging through her closet, until he found what he was looking for. Max's phone.
He quickly dialed the person's number and anxiously waited for him to answer. When the beeping finally ended, Dylan didn't wait for the person on the other line to speak. Instead, he said with a pleading voice.
"Hello, Dr. Hans, I need your help."