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Shattered

Darkest Revenge

Alec's Point of View

Fuck I slept like shit, tossing and turning all night. I want my bed, I want Bobby in my arms, I want peace. My life is so fucking fucked it is a wonder I am still functioning. I need solace. I thought I could find it with Ethan but to see him hurt like that, because of me, fuck my stomach twists just thinking about it.

I need a distraction, a huge distraction. Deciding it is just what the doctor ordered I call up the one person in my life who knows exactly how to help me.

"You realize I haven't had my coffee yet." She whines.

"You shouldn't be drinking coffee, bad for the baby." I smile, visualizing her eye roll from here.

"Levi tried to pull that shit then realized he wanted to still be married to the kid's mom when they enter this world." I let out a sincere laugh. "Why are you calling me this damn early?"

"I need you to take me away from here, please." I answer, my voice as raw as my emotions.

"Where do you want to go?" she asks, her concern clear in her voice.

"Somewhere where I don't have to think." I reply, feeling tears slip out of my eyes and onto my pillow.

"Okay." She replies. "Mind if we do this tomorrow or do you need it to be today?"

"Tomorrow is fine." I reply, trying to mask my disappointment.

"How about you and I go on a small road trip. You meet me at Darkest Desires say around six o'clock, we will get into my car and I won't bring you home until Sunday."

"Yeah, okay." I reply, wiping away my tears. "Thanks Chloe."

"Anytime, I love you."

"I love you." I smile.

"I have to go okay, see you tonight."

"Okay, send my best to everyone and take care of that baby."

"Will do." She replies, "Alec."

"Yes."

"I'm driving."

I laugh at that and we say our goodbyes. When I hang up the phone the day actually feels bearable for once. I make my way out of Clayton's house as soon as humanly possible. Ugh I hate having his sex life flaunted all over his and Mike's flesh. But at least they were respectable enough to come out of the bedroom with t-shirts on.

I make it to the center and find my kids have made several different websites and social media blogs for Bobby. The effort damn near brought me to tears. I ended up spending most of the day talking to my kids. It felt nice concentrating on their problems instead of mine, though I did have to insist with a few of them that I wanted the normal as much as possible. Levi and Kyle showed up to help me with lunch. I tried to get them to join up for a basketball game but they had to get back. Apparently Chloe was on some kick about sterilizing everything and everyone was tasked into helping clean Darkest Desires. She decided to do this while her and I were away so not to harm the baby with chemical smells and closed the place for the next three days. If I didn't know better it was almost as if she was expecting me to call and ask to run away for a while. Either way I am sure I only got out of helping because of Bobby missing. I doubt that will last though, the moment Bobby shows back up I am sure him and I will have a list waiting for us.

I smile at that. The simple idea of dreading a to do list. Fuck life used to be so simple. I find myself pretty much alone right before closing. I don't mind, it gives me time to straighten up and what not. The last few kids head out, I process a few urgent reports for Mike and set on my way to my house. I hadn't told Clayton that I was going away, nor have I informed Ethan. Ugh, I really don't care to but I know better not to. Fuck it, I will call them both on the road when they can't do shit about it. Liking this idea I make my way to my house alone just to grab some things before I head to Darkest Desires.

With my bags packed, my gas tank full, and my car filled with travel munchies that are healthy for Chloe and the baby I make my way to Darkest Desires. Seeing how the place is closed I am not at all surprised to see only Levi's truck, Kyle's Jeep and Rachel's SUV in the parking lot. I park next to them and get out. Smiling to myself, wondering where Chloe was planning on taking us. I smile all the way to the front door, fuck it feels good to smile. But the moment I turn that knob and open it, my heart damn near stops in my chest. The door creaks open and I realize everything is seriously wrong.

The smell of iron hits my nostrils striking pure fear in my very soul. It is eerily quiet. My body freezes at the image before me. I swallow back vomit as my mind attempts to process the reality in front of me. Blood is dripping down Rachel's hanged body. The thick rope creaking from her weight as her lifeless corpse sways from the protesting chandler that is holding up by one, maybe two screws. Her hands are bound behind her. She is covered in stab wounds, obviously tortured before she was killed.

My head eventually processes the danger and is screaming at my body to move. When I do I rush to Chloe's office. The door is wide open and the place is trashed. My eyes rest on a sledge hammer that caused the state of the art equipment to meet its doom. "Chloe." I cry, vomiting all over the floor. I manage to get control of myself and start to search for her and the rest of my friends.

I run down to the basement where the private areas are. The first door I open reveals Kyle's limp form in the center of more blood than I realized a human body could hold. His face is so damn bruised I almost didn't recognize him. His hands had fingers missing, his chest had gabbing wounds. But none of that killed him, he survived all of that only to have his throat slit wide open. "No." I gasp in denial backing up. My stomach twists in pain to the scene of one of my lovers murdered and I vomit again, crying. Alec get the hell out of here! Glory screams in my head.

"No, Chloe!" I force myself to go through each and every room, finding nothing. Half relieved, half panicked I pull out my phone trying to reach Chloe. No answer. I curse as I make my way back to the first level and search every room, finding nothing. I run up to the second level and start checking those areas as well. There are no doors on this level but behind the curtain in the bathroom I find the worst scene of all. Levi's limp form is bound to a chair. His dominate arm is unbound and a gun is next to him. "Levi?" I question touching his face to find he had a gunshot wound through the sight of his temple. "NO! NO! Baby, WHY?" I ask, tears streaming down my face as I drop down at his feet.

In agony I turn to the bathtub and discover Chloe's pregnant form submerged in blood stained water. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I scream pulling her cold body out. I try pumping her heart and lungs fruitlessly in pure denial. This can't be happening. None of this can fucking be happening. "Wake up Alec!" I scream at myself. But that is the worst part. I am awake and one of my best friends in lying in a bathtub with slit wrists and multiple stab wounds. What fucking monster would do this? Alec you have to get out of there! What if they are still here? Glory shouts in my brain. But my feet don't move. I turn to Levi's limp body. "Who did this?! Who the fuck is going to pay with their damn lives!" But he has no answers. That is when I notice he is the only person who doesn't have any evidence of physical torture. His cheeks are stained with tears. "They made you watch them kill your wife and unborn child." I realize. "YOU ARE GOING TO FUCKING PAY! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" I scream out in pure agony.

I can't tell you how long it was before I regained my composure. I know I tried to vomit again but my stomach was empty. My voice is horse, my heart simply broken. Logic kicks in and I reach for my phone to call for help. When I hang up the smell of smoke hits me. I run to the balcony to determine the source. That is when I see it. Drawn in Rachel's blood was the symbol I had never seen before, drawn on the hardwood floor. Unsure what it was I take a picture of the artist 'D'. My eyes widen in fear and I shot off a quick text.

Darkest Desires has been attacked. Grab everyone, get into a public place. Trust no one!

~ Grand Master Alec

I send this off to Clayton, Daniel, Mike, Ben, Amber, even Ethan and Bobby. I don't want anyone harmed. I send a separate text to Clayton, Ethan and Bobby with the photo attached.

Code Black

I pocket my phone and my mind catches up with the situation before me. "That wasn't there when I walked in." I whisper. I look for foot prints away from it but there aren't any, not even mine and had it been there when I walked it, my footprints would be there. "Fucking hell I am not alone. The killer is here." I gasp. Alec, RUN! Glory screams and this time I listen.

My feet fly down the stairs but I am caught off guard at how fast and hot the fire that is blocking my path really is. The smoke is thickening and my lungs are burning. Through stinging eyes I realize I can't get out the front door. I start coughing and I put my arm around my mouth trying to filter the smoke. I look for another exit but everything is blocked except the basement door. I managed to get down the stairs and into the basement. The smoke is stronger here but as I make my way past the room I found Kyle it starts to thin out.

My eyes are burning and my eyes see a face I have long since considered only a memory. For a moment I believe it is but he is slightly taller, his face is younger. "Bobby?" I cough, unable to stand upright any longer. "Bobby!" I call out, my eyes burning. My mind is looking for an exit but there isn't one. My body is failing. I realize with complete clarity that I am going to die. I close my stinging eyes, "Bobby." I whisper, looking at the man I love, but in a burning building anymore. He smiles, stretching out his hand. Confused, I shake my head opening my eyes, trying desperately to fight off the inedible. The man is now standing above me, most his face covered in a breathing mask. I can barely see his eyes through the smoke, "Bobby, my love, you came back." My lungs are painfully protesting against the burning ash, looking for oxygen that isn't there. My body collapses where I stand. Painfully suffocating I close my eyes against the unbearable heat. The fire is gone again. I am laying in a white room, but I am not alone. Bobby's eyes meet mine, I reach out of his outstretched hand, hesitating only for a moment. Instantly the smoke is back. With one last painful breath I nod my head in acceptance and return to the white room. I reach out for Bobby's outstretched hand and close my fingers around his. Instantly the pain is gone.