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Eric's Warehouse

Unknown City, Oklahoma

After losing the cops in Illinois, Galvan returned to his place of residence: A huge abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Oklahoma, the motorcycle he once drove nowhere to be found. Instead, he pulled into the warehouse with a 2012 Chevrolet Trailblazer, looking pretty pissed off.

Kyle Anderson should know, he'd known the guy since grade school.

Kyle was big, buff, and burly. He had orange hair almost everywhere, his arms, legs, and chest were like ginger forests. He's clean shaven, with a great pair of mutton chops on the side of his face. Despite looking like a dumb brute, Kyle was a genius, and Eric's go-to guy when he needed gear or repairs. Or in this case...

"Motorcycles been made. Had to lift this from a Wal-Mart. Got anything more... anything other than this I could drive?" Galvan sighed, and kicked the car. Kyle raised his brow, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Yeah, I think I got something for 'ya," He started to say with his low, gravely voice, "Did that Connections agent give you what you needed?"

Galvan threw himself at one of the lawn chairs they had, sinking down. "That Sandra bitch? You were right, alcohol made her very loose lipped. All it took was a guaranteed safe trip to her house and she sung like a birdy.. unfortunately." Kyle grunted, rummaging around his key drawer to find something that would fit. He stopped, looking up to Eric. "You didn't... you know... take advan-" He had to dodge the wrench Eric threw at him, which clanged against the sheet metal wall. "Of course not!" Eric roared, but then widened his eyes and tried to look indifferent, "I mean... I'm a killer, not a monster."

Kyle knew better.

He fished a key out of his drawer that would satiate Eric, and tossed it to him. "By the way, why was the information unfortunate?"

Eric, catching the key, answered immediately, "Because I'm almost done. There's only three more family members left. My mom, my dad, and my little brother..." Kyle gaped, looking genuinely shocked, then he looked concerned, walking forward to put a hand on Eric's shoulder. "Hey," he said, "You'll be okay. It's... this has been a long time coming..." Eric shrugged Kyle's hand off of his shoulder, walking away. "Fine... I'll show you to your car."

The garage was a beautiful sight to anyone unused to it, containing so many beautiful cars that Kyle bought when they were nothing more than a shell. A shell he filled with nothing but the best parts to make true monsters of machinery. Kyle took Eric past all of that, and brought him to a '82 White Chevy Impala.

Suffice to say, Eric was irate.

"Kyle please, this car is as old as my dad."

Kyle wasn't moved. "Listen, you'll need something innocuous to pass into Texas without being caught. Especially to get anywhere close to the manor." He explained, and Eric was forced to concede to his point, "Fine. Just wish me luck."

As Eric peeled off, Kyle didn't respond. He just prayed, since that was all he could do.

Outside Galvan Manor

Roris, Texas

Galvan Manor was a masterclass of engineering. Having been around since the 19th century, almost all of Eric's ancestors have lived there. It's place, deep within the forests of East Texas, it was almost impenetrable. Now, cops patrol the perimeter so tightly, Eric was forced to ditch the impala just outside the forest the Manor was hidden in. He moved quietly, under the cover of night, with the heavy rain covering his every sound.

Getting to the manor was childs play, really. The hard part was getting inside.

The Galvan family refused all attempts to get guards inside or even within a mile of the Manor, deciding that they could easily protect themselves if need be. That's why when Eric stopped encountering patrols, he felt a shiver run down his spine.

He was getting closer to ending his own family tree.

For the first time, Eric was getting cold feet. What was he doing? He couldn't... Not his own family!

He turned around only to be met with his dad, who grabbed him by the neck and pulled his fist back.

"Welcome back to the family, son."

And then darkness swallowed him whole.

Eric woke up to see nothing but a blurry image rubbing something that smelled of alcohol on his forehead. "Come on Eric! Wake up!" the figure said, sounding desperate. His dads voice cut through the fog, "Rosemary!!!! Get back here!!!" The figure gasped as she was pulled into the shadows behind her, and his dad's boot filled his vision once more.

The next time Eric woke up, it was to his brother, Bryce, poking his cheek. As his eyes fluttered open Bryce cheered, "Yes! Mommy! Daddy! Eliza!! He's awake!" The rumbling of footsteps sounded, but by the time they got there, Eric already passed out again.

The final time Eric came to, it was in a bed, with headache medication beside him. "Ugh.. now where have I seen this before." The black sheep of the Galvan family reached out to take the meds, but the ropes around his arms prevented him from moving an inch. "Shit. At least I have my..." He felt around for the hidden knife he usually keeps up his sleeve but found nothing. He felt nothing. "Aaaand all my shit is gone. Great."

During his little pity party, his dad walked in. Dustin Galvan was 7 feet tall with bigger muscles than Kyle, but a lot less hair. Speaking of hair, the trademark jet black hair he had was slicked back, ending at his neck. For being 43, he didn't look half bad. Especially since the last time Eric saw his father, he was in a wheelchair.

Dustin walked right up to Eric and sat down beside him. "Hey buddy. We all missed you."

Eric, being the person he was, decided to spit in his fathers face.

Dustin didn't flinch continuing his speech. "You know... What you've been doing isn't very nice. I mean, my sister, your Aunt, dead? Your cousin, uncle, nieces and nephews, all dead at your hands? It breaks a mans heart." With every word, he got closer and closer to Eric's head.

Eric had enough, headbutting his father hard enough to make him take a step back.

"Alright then," Said Dustin, "If you insist on breaking my heart, I'll break yours!" His hand tightened to a fist and he swung down towards Eric's chest. At the last second, Eric swung to his left hard enough to shift the entire bed on it's back. When Dustin's fist made contact with the bed, it exploded into splinters. The force blew Eric through the hardwood floor, onto the first level of the house.

He fell directly on his face, and coughed. Eric Galvan picked himself off the floor, and found himself in enemy territory with no backup, no weapons, and no fucking idea of what to do next. But as his dad's voice echoed through the house, he did have one idea...

Get the fuck out of this house.

After a bit of deliberation, and a few college essays and papers, I've decided to keep this on a consistent update schedule.

Yay!