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I'm still doing the older age thing. The age when adults stop remembering when they're twenty-four. This takes place three years after season 2. Kinsey's twenty-one in this. She was almost nineteen when she and her brothers met Dodge.
Spoilers for season 2.
Trigger warnings for severe drug use, withdrawal, PTSD and attempted rape and planned mass murder and arson.
It's okay, I promise I'll take care of you
To say that Dodge was shocked and enraged, after narrowly escaping permanent death, eventually destroying Gideon and the wellhouse, receiving Kinsey's rejection again, finally giving up her pursuit of bringing more demons into the world, and years later, finding Kinsey Locke near death with a needle in her arm, surrounded by low lives, was a great understatement.
So, Dodge did what she needed to do in order to keep Kinsey safe.
The people in the room eventually had been killed brutally by Dodge, the room had been splattered with their blood.
Then Dodge had taken the needle out of Kinsey's arm and had taken Kinsey away. Far away from that house where she had allowed a drug user to put a needle in her arm, and to a safe house back in Matheson, ironically, not far from Key House.
Dodge had stolen some of the keys from Key House and the Lockes.
She would never give up the Identity key or the Anywhere key. Too useful.
But she had been willing to let the other keys go. And willing to let Kinsey go, no matter how much it felt like a knife to her heart.
But when, during one of the times she went to Key House, she found Kinsey missing from the house, and she searched for Kinsey, finding her in that hell of a house with its drugs.
So, Dodge had stolen the other keys she had deemed useful for this kind of situation.
One of them had been the Chain key.
A key she was using to wind a big, long chain all around the big room, acting as a barricade, to keep Kinsey from escaping.
The chain was wrapped around the entire room and all around the different rooms, cutting off any escape route Kinsey might take.
Kinsey was currently too weak to even try to escape, but Dodge had needed to take precautions.
She knew Kinsey would try to escape first chance she got the chance and got strong enough to make an effort.
At the moment, Kinsey was laying down in the middle of the bed, weak, helpless, shaking.
She was going through withdrawal.
Dodge remained in the room, the Great Lock on a shelf, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring down at Kinsey.
Dodge had given Kinsey water and had allowed the young woman to vomit into a trash bin. She had cleaned it out and had brought it back to the room, in case Kinsey needed it again. Dodge reached down and gently, incredibly gently, stroked Kinsey's forehead, pushing away the hair from Kinsey's brow, seeing the sweat that beaded the young woman's forehead.
"It's going to be alright, Kinsey," Dodge said softly, eyes never leaving Kinsey's shaking form, "I promise it will be alright."
Dodge in all honesty believed that.
The Locke family had let Kinsey walk off to do whatever.
Dodge actually cared about what Kinsey was doing.
She had learned of the statuses of the rest of the Lockes.
Tyler was off at college. Duncan had married his boyfriend, Brian, of several years. And they were renovating part of the house so that the two of them could live there without taking up any room for the rest of the family.
And Nina was so busy helping Bode adjusting to his teenager years and dealing with high school.
So, somehow, they were fine with Kinsey going off without any explanation.
Dodge had found Kinsey in that place, and as she had carried Kinsey off, Kinsey had weakly stared up at Dodge and as soon as she had made out Dodge's face, had weakly tried to struggle. Dodge had held her tightly, making sure she couldn't even try.
Kinsey had made weak, fragile protests, saying, "No...how...you're dead...let me…go. Let…go."
Dodge had ignored her completely, had used the Anywhere key and had gone to her safe house, on the edge of Matheson.
She had had multiple safe houses along the edge of Matheson, during her time planning to get the Omega key three years ago, when Kinsey had been eighteen. That cliffside house that had collapsed during the fight between her, her demons and the Lockes, had been far from the only one.
Dodge sighed, pulling a think blanket over Kinsey, seeing that Kinsey's gaze was beginning to lose consciousness.
"Sleep, Kinsey," Dodge said, "You know I'll be here when you wake up."
Kinsey normally would have resisted, but she was in no state to do so. So, soon afterwards, she drifted off to sleep.
Dodge got up off the bed, picking up the Great lock and its key. She turned it, receding the chain just enough for her to get through the door.
She then turned the lock again, causing the chains to wrap around the door again, keeping Kinsey potentially from getting out if she woke up and tried to run for it.
She placed the lock and the key on a the counter of the kitchen, and walked to the fridge, opened it and searched its contents. She had stocked it only a day after she had pulled Kinsey from that hellhole.
Enough food for both of them. Despite how much Dodge was capable of eating as a demon.
The pantry was also stocked.
Dodge had no intention of leaving Kinsey alone for longer than she had to. So, she was glad to stock as much food here as she could.
She closed the fridge up, checked the time and decided to check on Kinsey again in fifteen minutes.
She still was trying to figure out how the hell Kinsey had gotten into a house with a bunch of drug users and got a needle in her arm with some piece of actual shit had tried to rape Kinsey. Dodge had snapped his neck in seconds. She had needed to pull that needle out of Kinsey's arm, so she didn't have the time to do anything else. But she had wanted to kill that motherfucker much more slowly.
It was one of the reasons she was glad that she had gone into that house as Dodge and not as Gabe, the boy that she had invented with the Identity key in order to get close to Kinsey Locke.
Gabe didn't exactly have a sign on him that screamed "danger."
Dodge would appear to just about anyone to be much more intimidating.
The lowly pieces of shit in that house, might have looked at her like they wanted her, but she could tell that that they knew she was dangerous. And they had wisely kept their distance.
And when Dodge had come upon Kinsey, unconscious, with a needle in her left arm, and one of the low lives she was in, undoing his belt, about to rape her, when Dodge had come in breaking both the man's arms, a scream ripping from him as Dodge then snapped his scrawny little neck.
She then had tossed his corpse over her shoulder, across the room.
All of the others around them had stared, gawking.
They knew they couldn't come near. They would have been killed if they so much as tried to stop her.
But that hadn't stopped Dodge.
She had turned on the room, had charged them and had ripped the people in the room apart. And had enjoyed it.
There were still several worthless pieces of shit alive in that house, but them she had left for later.
Dodge had then, after her bloodshed of the people in the room, besides her and Kinsey, turned to Kinsey and had leaned down and had pulled the needle out of Kinsey's arm, then had scooped up Kinsey and had carried Kinsey out of the house, taking the Anywhere key, reached another building, used the Anywhere key on it and had gotten to this safe house.
She made her decision.
She would check on Kinsey again.
After that, she would leave Kinsey only once.
She would leave and go back to the house where she had found Kinsey.
She would kill everyone inside.
And then she would burn the house and all its inhabitants down to the ground.
It helped that she had the Matchstick key.
Dodge, after fifteen more minutes, went back to check on Kinsey.
Kinsey's breathing was steady. Her pulse was steady. But was still shaking. Dodge sighed, got some water ready and planned to get some more food ready when she got back.
She kept the chains secure, took the Anywhere key and the Matchstick key, slipped the Anywhere key into the pantry door, turned it and opened the door up and saw the house she was going to destroy, went through the door, closed the door, and stood before the now shocked worthless low lives who Kinsey had gotten the drugs from, and grinned at them, eyes blazing with murder.
Moving faster than most humans were capable of, she reached her murderous hands out and did what she needed to do, to avenge Kinsey and finish the carnage she had started.