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Chapter #10: Black Carnage

Reyna's eyes snapped open to see she had been transported to some dimly lit, ramshackle motel room. She had never seen a filthier place in her life. The wallpaper was peeling off the walls, and large yellowing stains covered the ceiling where there had been leakage. A damp, musty smell could be detected along with the stench of sweat and cigars. The only furniture in the room was an old, ratty bed in the corner, its sheets messy and strewn about. It looked like no one had inhabited the place for years. She then heard the door open, and a voice ordered Lance to leave. Her entire body froze. No….

"Hello, Reyna."

Her blood ran ice cold. Turning, she was presented with the sight of Marcus, and he was holding her at gunpoint, hazel eyes glinting as he smirked at her callously. She had never felt so furious in such a short amount of time.

"Leave Chet out of this," she growled. "I'll stay here. I'll cooperate. Just leave him out of this. This isn't his battle."

Marcus chuckled darkly. "Oh, I'm afraid you're a little late on that one, sweetheart. I bet Julian and his boys are tearing into his ass as we speak."

"This isn't his fight!"

"Why should you care? You seemed pretty pissed at him when we arrived. It was very entertaining to watch, actually."

"I don't drag people into my battles." Reyna's eyes narrowed at him dangerously. "I don't care what they've done."

He shrugged. "Not my problem."

Reyna felt her heart beating a thousand miles a minute. She needed to get out of—wherever she was and get to Julian before it was too late. But how? Marcus stationed himself in front of the door to prevent her from making a break for it. She remained in her spot, not looking up at him, but she kept her eyes intently focused on the stained carpet. He was toying with her. All she wanted to do at that very moment was get to Julian, and if that meant killing in the process so be it.

She was done letting people control her life.

However, she knew she couldn't just run at Marcus with nothing but fists when he had a gun. The only thoughts in her head were how she would find Julian—and how she would fight his posse off afterwards. What they were doing now certainly wasn't productive in any manner. Taking orders from pompous, psychotic killers wasn't exactly her favorite pastime, and being held as a captive again wasn't helping to turn her opinion on them either.

Letting out a calming exhale, she dared to look up at her ex, who was standing just a couple feet away. He wasn't facing her. For some reason he seemed like he was in deep thought, but she knew better than to try and run. For the moment, she decided it was better not to piss him off.

She turned away from him once more, as her mind traveled back into profound deliberation. She couldn't help but feel a sharp pang of guilt in her chest knowing Chet was probably being bathed in borax at that very moment. Even if he was a bastard, this was not his war to fight. No, the little voice piped up. He's been using you all along. He works for Dick, remember? That makes him a dick. He doesn't even care about you. Closing her eyes, she tried pushing the pestering thoughts from her head. God, she felt so torn.

Suddenly, she froze mid-thought when she felt arms wrapping around her from behind. She felt her temper flare when they suddenly pulled her tighter against a body, and a chin came to rest on her shoulder. Lips brushed against her ear as Marcus whispered in her ear:

"Perhaps we could arrange a deal," he whispered.

Reyna's eyes widened, and she harshly shoved the arms down to turn on him angrily. Her eyes were wide, teeth showing in an irate sneer as she glared at the pretentious man in front of her.

"You're disgusting!" she spat.

His lips were curled upward in a mocking grin, not at all phased by her words. "You really aren't in a position to argue, Reyna," he said slickly. "We are in full control, and you know it." Lifting a hand, he went to caress her chin with his index finger. "Shame you had to make so many stupid decisions."

Irately, she violently shoved him back by his chest. She then backed up a few steps, hands clenched into angry fists. "Bastard," she hissed, traces of venom in her voice. "Touch me again. I'd really like that."

"And what can you do?" He smirked. "Hit me? I'm the one with the power, sweetheart."

"I don't need power to kill you," she hissed lowly.

Smile disappearing, he suddenly held the weapon up, and she froze as it was aimed directly between her eyes. "You should show me some respect. My finger is on the trigger, and it will take less than a second to end your life."

Her glare seemed to falter the slightest bit, eyes focused on the dark barrel of the gun. He appeared to grow a grin at her diminishing confidence, and he snickered.

"Reyna, I'm hurt. After all we've been through together; you still want to tear this family apart."

"This is no family," Reyna replied icily. "This is a prison. You are insane, and I should have killed you when I had the chance."

"Really? Because I remember you thought differently just a little over a month ago."

"Please." She sniffed at him with disdain. "I know you, Marcus, and you're a rotten, lying demon. Actually, no. I take that back. I'm giving you too much credit."

"Oh really?" Stepping forward, he leaned into her face until she craned her neck away in disgust. "And what will you do about it? Huh? You little bitch."

She spit in his face.

He made a sound of revulsion and jerked away while wiping his face with his hand. Then, all at once, he looked up at her and cocked his gun, once again causing her to freeze. Fear briefly flashed across her face, sea green eyes enlarging a fraction. There was no doubt in her mind he would fire if provoked enough, so she remained silent.

"You really are a pain in my ass." He lifted the gun a little higher on her face. "Julian was right. We are better off getting rid of you now."

Reyna felt her heart speed up into a panicked beat when she saw his eyes. He was being serious. The man really had lost his mind completely; she needed to make her escape. She saw his finger tense on the trigger...

Without any warning, she suddenly shot forward so fast it caused him to jump in shock, and the next thing he knew she was body slamming him to the side. The gun was effectively knocked from his hands, and she made a mad dash for the door.

It was locked.

"Damn!" She quickly unlocked the latch, but before she could throw open the door and make her escape, Marcus's arms latched around her waist and roughly yanked her back.

"I'm not finished with you yet, doll," he growled.

He lifted her off the ground, and her legs flailed in the air wildly, kicking to throw him off balance. Reyna continued to thrash wildly and buck against him, but he proved stronger than he appeared and was able to wrestle her onto the bed, where he pinned her down by straddling her waist. Reyna swiftly brought her knee up under him, and he let out a pained shout when she caught him in the groin. He released his hold on her when he rolled off her with both hands tucked between his legs, and she took the opportunity to leap off the bed while he was down. She didn't look back as she ran to the door and threw it open before dashing out into the hall.

The storm that had formed outside had gotten worse. Thunder cracked as rain bucketed down outside the windows. An occasional flash of lightening would illuminate the motel, scattering the walls, ceiling, and floor with ominous shadows. As she ran, Reyna's mind was working frantically to figure out a way to get back to Chet and somehow make an escape. She wanted to call out for help, but then she remembered Marcus was probably not the only one after her. Other demons or creatures could be lurking around any corner of the large motel.

"REYNA!"

She nearly tripped and fell at the sheer volume of Marcus's voice when it rang through the halls. Immediately she regretted not grabbing the gun on her way out.

"SHE'S ESCAPED! FIND HER!"

"Shit…" she whispered.

She was just running down another hall, when a dark figure lunged at her from the side. A scream ripped from her throat, but it was abruptly smothered by a hand roughly pressing against her mouth, and she was pulled back into a chest.

"Shhhh."

She struggled, but the figure only jerked her again.

"Stay still!" they hissed.

She froze suddenly. That voice…. "Crowley…?"

"You have a thing for danger, don't you?"

The next thing Reyna knew, she was standing in the middle of a street in God knows where. She whipped around, eyes darting around her surroundings, before she spun to face Crowley, eyes wide and in shock.

"What the hell—"

"You're welcome." He smirked.

"How the hell did you find me?"

"Slipped a coin in your pocket back in the car," he said casually. "It allows me to hear you and know your location." Tilting his head, he gave her a suggestive look. "My, my. The tension between you and your leviathan friend."

Reyna gaped at him, before letting out a sound of disbelief as she turned away and ran her hands through her hair. "I can't believe this…"

"Who's your friend?" he asked.

"Marcus. He's my ex and a fucking psychopath. Feel free to go slaughter him and his men," she replied unpleasantly.

"Maybe later."

Reyna turned back to face him. "I need your help."

He quirked an eyebrow at her. "With?"

"Julian and his men. I need to get back there."

"What for?"

"No time!"

Chet sent a hard elbow into the witch that had his arms hooked around his body, causing him to release his hold. He turned on the witch like a wild tiger, eyes wide and lips pulled back in a vicious snarl. It had begun to poor out, and the water mixed with the blood dripping from his mouth made him look like a savage demon. Before he could attack the witch, however, one of the demons ran up behind him and slashed his back with a scimitar, before he splashed borax over the open wound. Chet arched with a shout of pain, and the witch that he had tried attacking slashed his own sword, following up with the same borax attack.

He fell to his knees, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. His face was screwed shut in agony, as the borax seemed to burn him everywhere. Because he was incapacitated, he didn't notice the demon run up beside him, and he sent a ruthless kick to his ribs. It didn't hurt like the borax, but it was enough to send him toppling onto his back on the cement. His clothes had been torn to shreds by the scimitars, exposing most of his upper body. It had begun to rain some time ago, and his skin glistened from the water droplets. The water flow helped wash the borax away, but every time before he could heal completely he would be hit with another blast.

"You should have known better than to mess with the girl, Chet," Julian sneered, as he circled him like a shark, bangs sticking to his face. "You wouldn't even be in this situation."

Breathing heavily, Chet lifted his head to stare angrily at him with a dark glare, but he said nothing. The onslaught of borax had ceased for the moment, but he knew that if he tried to move it would only bring on another attack. So, he just glowered up at Julian as he came to stand before him, staring down at him with a cruel, malicious smirk.

"Leviathans. I thought you guys were supposed to be the top dogs? Now look at you. Just a little bit of kitchen cleaner, and you're tucking tail."

Face twisting into a snarl, Chet lashed out at him, but Marcus stopped him short when his scimitar swiftly met his neck. Chet froze, eyes darting down to the blade cautiously. The last thing he needed right now was a beheading. There was no telling what they would do with it afterwards. Then all of a sudden, he felt a burning in his abdomen, and a ragged gasp escaped his lips as he buckled and fell to the pavement. Bowie had his hand held out, fingers curled into a fist, and Chet squinted over at him as he arched up on the ground in pain. It felt as if he'd been stabbed, and it hurt like a bitch. Gagging, he ground his teeth, eyes squeezing shut. His vision was beginning to blur. He couldn't breathe. Then, all at once, he felt a familiar electric jolt shoot up his spine, and everything went black….

Smirking with triumph, Julian stepped up to Chet's now unmoving body, swinging his scimitar casually like he was taking a stroll through the park. He stopped before the leviathan, staring down at him with a smug grin.

"You should have cooperated, slim." Gripping his scimitar, he raised it over Chet's head….

"JULIAN!"

He whipped around, and pulled back his sword briefly. His eyes widened at what he saw. There stood Reyna, and she looked furious.

"How in the hell—"

"Let him go." Her voice was dangerously low.

Eyes still wide, his face made way for a disdainful sneer. "Why should I?" he spat, fangs exposing menacingly. The others took a step forward, but stopped there. Reyna remained silent a moment; unable to form words despite her desperation.

"You mean nothing to him," Julian added. Then, turning, he sent a swift kick to Chet's ribs.

Reyna's breath caught in her throat when she heard a sickening crack and saw the black blood on the leviathan's lips, and his torn clothes. "Stop..." she whispered, unable to comprehend the fact that Chet wasn't fighting back.

"Why should it matter if he lives or dies?" Julian sneered. "He's been no better to you than I have. He's supposed to kill your friends… and probably you too."

"Please, stop," she choked, as she tried to get near him.

"Why?" snarled Julian, and he whipped out his gun once more, aiming it at her forehead. Reyna's eyes widened when she saw this, and she then turned her gaze back to Chet's unmoving body. He was still breathing.

"Bowie," Julian barked.

The Rastafarian witch took a step forward and swiftly held his blade to the leviathan's neck. Reyna made a move towards him once more, when she was suddenly held back by a strong grip on her arm.

"Let go of me!" she yelled, her voice cracking as she struggled against Crowley holding her back. He had appeared out of nowhere yet again, and he was holding a black umbrella to protect his suit from the rain. His sudden appearance caused Julian and the others to swiftly draw their weapons.

"Not so fast, lads," he said smoothly. It took a simple wave of his hand, and they were all sent flying backwards, backs slamming to the rough pavement. Reyna tried moving towards Chet, but Crowley held her back. "Keep your panties on." He then looked down at her. "You owe me for this. I'll be back to discuss this with you later."

As if on cue, four more demons appeared, all wearing neat black suits. All it took was a single nod from Crowley, and they moved towards the group of demons and witches. The only one that hadn't been knocked unconscious was Julian, who shuffled back hastily when the demon approached him.

"Stay the hell away from me!"

"Oh, shut up," said Crowley from the background.

The demon reached down, grabbing Julian by the lapels.

"Take them somewhere fun, boys."

Then, just like that, everyone was gone except for Reyna, Crowley, and Chet. Eyes wide, Reyna glanced around, and then back up at Crowley beside her. He was staring down at her from the corner of his eye.

"I'll keep in touch. Expect me."

Then he was gone too. What had just happened? Where had he taken Julian and his gang? She shook her head. It didn't matter right now. On shaking legs, she walked towards the beaten leviathan and knelt down beside him. Lifting her hand, she surprised herself at how gently she touched his cheek. She was so close she could smell the blood that was running down his back and stomach.

"Hey." She shook him again gently. "Chet, wake up. Come on, now, up."

A low moan emitted from his throat, and ever so slowly his eyes began to open. His eyes flickered at her touch, and then slowly opened. Reyna didn't move as his eyes slowly moved up to her face, and she could see the disbelief and confusion in his gaze when he realized it was her. Both of them were soaked.

"…Reyna?"

"It's okay, Chet," she whispered. She placed a hand on his shoulder. "You with me, slick?"

She could see the confusion on his face, but then he winced when he became aware of the pain in his stomach.

"What happened?" he muttered. "Where's Julian?"

"Gone."

He was staring at her through squinted eyes. "I thought they took you?" he rasped.

"I escaped."

He blinked. "So you came back…?" She didn't meet his eyes. He slowly shook his head. "Why?"

Inhaling a deep breath, Reyna sighed. "Honestly? I don't know."

He stared at her for a long moment, and she could tell he was scrutinizing her, trying to figure her out. She knew he wouldn't be able to, though, because even she didn't know exactly what had just happened or why. All she knew was that she really needed to stop making friends with the supernatural mobs.

"Can you stand?" she asked.

He nodded and placed his palms flat on the ground. "Yeah," he grunted, voice a little scratchy. "Let's get out of here."

Reyna stood. "You want me to drive?"

He shook his head, wincing a bit. "No." It took him a moment, but he managed to get back on his feet. Looking down at himself, he sneered at his torn clothes, but what disturbed him most was when he found he wasn't able to shift. A deep, confused frown pulled over his face, and it caused Reyna to furrow her brow questioningly.

"What?"

"I can't shift…"

She raised an eyebrow. "No?"

"It must've been that spell that Jamaican-looking voodoo vamp used on me…" Frowning, he sighed and grabbed the collar of his shirt. With a single tug, he ripped the rest of the material from his body and tossed the useless garments aside.

Reyna studied him from behind. For the most part, he appeared totally unharmed. The borax had worn off by now, and he seemed to be okay.

"Do you feel okay?" she asked anyway.

He turned to face her. "Yeah…. I mean, I'm a little pissed off, but..."

She managed a smile. "Well, you're being sarcastic. That means you're okay."

His eyes lingered on her for a moment, and her smile slowly faded. He was analyzing her again, and it was making her slightly uncomfortable. However, instead of saying anything, he merely turned back towards the car down the road.

"Come on. Let's get the hell out of here."

"Chet."

He looked back over at her from the car door to see she was setting him with a firm look.

"We need to stop at a motel."

"Like hell. We've been set back enough as it is—"

"Dick has no idea how far we were when we agreed to return. For all he knows, we're four days away from Sucrocorp. I'm soaked, I'm freezing, and I'm hungry. And your shift is on the fritz. You don't even have a spare shirt."

He didn't say anything right away. He seemed to be considering her words, much to her surprise. She watched as he glanced down, but his eyes returned to her when she added, "We don't even have to stay overnight. Just let me clean up a little and get into some dry clothes."

A moment passed….

"Fine."

Reyna was sincerely shocked at his answer, but she wasn't about to say anything about it. They got back into the car, and Chet let out a sigh before starting the car and driving off. They found a motel about an hour later, and Reyna got them a room. Chet followed her, sending the owner a sour look when he caught the man staring at his shirtless, soaked form.

"Ohmygod! Bed!" Reyna flopped down on her stomach on the soft sheets, and Chet walked into the room after her. He shook his head at her childish display and closed the door behind him, locking it.

"I thought you were taking a shower?" he asked pointedly.

"Let me enjoy my moment of Zen. I've been trapped in that cramped clunker with you for almost a week."

He rolled his eyes but otherwise said nothing and walked over to drop his bag off on the dresser. Reyna sat up on the bed and dragged her own bag over to fumble through it. She pulled out a grey men's wifebeater, and she paused. She had totally forgotten she had it in her bag. Letting out a thoughtful sound, she turned and looked at Chet, whose back was facing her. After giving him a quick once-over, she concluded the hoodie would probably fit him.

"Hey, Chet."

He turned his head to her and had to think quick when she threw the wifebeater at him. He caught it with both hands and looked down at it in question.

"What's this?"

"I forgot I had it. I think it'll fit you. Here, you can wear these too." She threw a pair of sweatpants at him as well. "They might be a little damp, because I had my clothes in here from when you tossed me into that river… but they shouldn't be too bad."

He held the clothes up before him. "Why do you have men's clothes…?"

"I find their lazy clothes more comfortable. They're a little big on me, but they will probably fit you better. You can wear them for now until either your shift kicks back in, or we can find you some new clothes."

With that, Reyna jumped up and headed for the bathroom. "I'm gonna take a shower. Try not to get beat up while I'm gone."

He scoffed, and she closed the door behind her. Once she was out, he'd probably take a shower himself. The rain had washed most of the blood away, but he was still filthy. The look the motel's caretaker had given him proved that much. It probably looked a little strange he was walking around shirtless in a rainstorm in the first place. He placed the clothes Reyna had given him on the dresser next to his bag, and then walked into the other room to sit down. His stomach still felt a little sore, which confused him a little. Maybe a nice hot shower would help.

Reyna emerged from the bathroom about fifteen minutes later, her hair wet, and she was dressed in fresh clothes; a pair of black shorts and a Misfits T-shirt. Chet looked up from his laptop when she entered the room.

"What are you looking at?"

"Looking for anything on this Julian guy." He closed the lid. "However, he doesn't seem to want to be found."

"It's not likely you'll find anything on Julian." Reyna walked over, and she stared at him for a moment or so. "I'll tell you about him if you want me to. How do you feel?"

"I told you I'm fine," he snapped.

She held her hands up. "I'm just asking. You took one hell of a beating back there."

"Spare me the fake concern." Standing, he headed into the bedroom, grabbing the clothes off the dresser.

Reyna waited until she heard the shower running before grabbing the unguarded keys off the dresser and heading for the door. She was starving, and she wanted something other than meal bars. Upon walking outside, she was met with pouring rain. Thankfully, the boardwalk had a roof over it, and she was able to make it to the car without much trouble, but she had to be quick. There was a small diner down the road. If she hurried, she could grab something and get back to the motel before Chet realized she was gone.

She entered the small diner, and the bell over the door gave a light jingle. There was hardly anyone there, and from behind the counter the waitress looked up at her.

"Hey there, honey. Grab a seat, I'll be right with you."

"Actually, I'm kind of in a hurry. Can I just have a bacon and cheese omelet to go?"

The waitress smiled at her. "Sure thing."

"Thank you." Reyna paused. "Actually… make that two."

The woman nodded. "It'll take about ten minutes. I'll have Jerry slap 'em on for you."

She bustled through the back doors to the kitchen, and Reyna took a seat at the counter. Her eyes absentmindedly traveled to the TV hanging on the wall in the corner, and her eyes widened when she saw an image of Sam and Dean. That was when she remembered about the Doppelgangers.

"The Winchester crime spree has come to a violent end in Iowa where they were gunned down," the woman reported.

Reyna felt a smile come to her face. Deep down, she knew Sam and Dean would pull it off. They always did. Ten minutes seemed like ten hours, but at last the waitress emerged with two omelets to go. Reyna paid her, and she hurried back out to the car. She was relieved when she returned to still hear the water running, and she quickly closed the door, locked it, and tossed the keys back onto the dresser. She ate her omelet in peace, enjoying the quiet.

Now with a full stomach, Reyna sauntered back into the bedroom and crawled onto her bed. All she wanted to do at the moment was sleep, but she didn't feel comfortable letting her guard down. The shock was still too fresh. She could only imagine how Chet felt. He might not feel pain, but she was sure he was embarrassed and possibly in shock. Who wouldn't be? She'd be pissy too. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out her journal and began to scribble the day's events down while the details were still fresh in her mind. The attack had been so sudden. How Julian or Marcus knew where they were was a mystery in itself. She'd never seen such brutality. She took notice Chet hadn't bothered to cuff her to anything this time, and it caused her to smirk to herself. He was finally learning.

She lost track of time at some point, and Chet walked out of the bathroom, now dressed in the grey sweatpants she'd given him. Lowering her journal, she gave his backside a scan. They fit perfectly. He had the wifebeater handing over his shoulder as he passed her and walked into the other room without so much as a glance in her direction.

"Feel better?" she called.

When she received no answer, she frowned a little and got up from her comfortable position on the bed. Her feet made soft contact with the carpet, and she went to investigate. She found him sitting in the chair, having opened his laptop again. As she looked at him, she could see he appeared very tired, which she found unusual. Leviathans didn't get tired.

"Don't freak out."

He glanced at her as she spoke.

"I went and grabbed some food, because I was starving. I brought you back an omelet. I know you haven't eaten in like three days."

His eyes had widened the second she had revealed she'd left.

"Chet, I'm here, aren't I? Do you want the food or not?" she snapped.

He glared at her slightly, but it seemed weaker than usual. He looked back down at his laptop. "I'm not hungry."

Reyna stared at him. "Seriously?"

He looked up at her. "What?"

"Chet, I could barely restrain you from eating the manager while I was trying to check into the motel. Now all of a sudden you're not hungry? What's up?"

"Nothing; I'm just not hungry." Shaking his head, he returned to his laptop. "God…"

She didn't stop staring at him. Something wasn't right. She could feel it. If a leviathan said they weren't hungry after three days, there was definitely something off.

"…Are you sure you're okay?"

"How many times are you going to ask me that before I hit you?" Annoyed, Chet looked up from his laptop to glare up at her from under his eyelashes.

"You don't seem like yourself."

"Oh, so I'm my own person now?" he snapped sarcastically. "I thought I was a mindless clone?"

"Oh, shut up. Don't be so dramatic." She leaned against the doorframe and folded her arms over her chest. "I'm just asking if you're feeling okay. I mean, you were just assaulted by a Nazi monster posse on meth armed with borax."

"I told you I'm fine."

Huffing, she threw her hands up in a "fine, I don't care" gesture. "Whatever." She turned to head towards her bag. "Will you have an aneurism if I head next door and ask the manager something?"

He stood abruptly. "You're not going anywhere."

She let out a scoff of disbelief. "Seriously? I thought we'd gotten passed this. How many times do I have to save your ass for you to trust me a little?"

"Fine! God!" He threw his hands up in an "I don't care" fashion and turned back to where he was sitting. "Go! Do me a favor!"

Reyna craned her neck back a bit with a look of vague surprise at his outburst. "Jeeze, Chet. You want me to order you a girl?"

"Get out!"

"My God, what crawled up your ass and died?" she snapped. She promptly waved him off and opened the door. "I'll be back when you're off your period." With that, she slammed the door shut behind her. Chet glared after her, but the second she was gone he sighed and pressed his hand to his stomach….

Reyna felt her anger die almost immediately after leaving the room. She didn't like how easily Chet had given in to her. Something was definitely going on. Had Julian said something to him? He was acting strangely. Like demons, leviathans weren't the type to sleep, so she was a little concerned as to why he looked so tired. It would have made sense if he had looked that way when she found him, but instead he had started out alert and was becoming tired. Letting out a sigh, she turned and headed down the boardwalk. Maybe they both just needed their space.

Hunching over the sink, Chet splashed cold water in his face. It had been about three minutes since Reyna had left, and he suddenly felt very sick to his stomach. His breathing had begin to grow heavy, and he had his hand pressed to his stomach. He felt very hot for some reason, and it was causing him to breathe funny. Hand on his stomach, he supported himself with a hand on the sink and looked up at his reflection in the mirror as the burning in his stomach gradually grew worse.

"What's happening?" he breathed.

Suddenly, he heaved forward without warning and vomited a horrible black carnage into the sink. He was somewhat horrified to see he was throwing up his own blood. It had come on so fast, as the black substance forced itself from his body. He gripped the sink with both hands, lurching and coughing violently. Then, he lurched forward again when more of the carnage forced itself from his throat….

Reyna sighed as she walked back towards the room, feet padding lightly on the wood of the boardwalk. The fresh air had done her good. She felt much more relaxed. She had always loved the rain. The sound of raindrops hitting the ground and rooftops put her at ease. But, she knew she had to go back sooner or later. Upon reaching their room, she twisted the door handle and sighed when it was locked. Unenthusiastically, she lifted her arm and knocked on the wood with her fist. She waited a moment. A moment turned into a minute… a minute turned into two minutes…. Reyna frowned. She began to grow curious when Chet didn't answer.

"Chet? Come on, open the door."

When he didn't, she just sighed and pulled her lock pick out of her hair. She'd managed to grab it out of Bobby's basement. When she felt the lock give, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

"Chet?"

She saw he wasn't in the other room or in the bedroom. Gradually, she began to feel something was wrong. She could feel it in her gut. If he wasn't in either of the rooms, then the only place left to look was the bathroom. She hurried over to the door and saw it was slightly ajar, so she knocked quietly.

"Chet…?"

No answer. Without another moment's hesitation, she pushed the door open—and froze. The first thing she saw was the mess in the sink, and then her eyes fell to find Chet's unmoving body on the floor.

"Oh my God!"

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