When Theo had delivered the news to Max, he never thought he would have stumbled upon Ire's plan. It was a gruesome plan and he needed to stop her.
Theo rushed through the woods, following Ire. He knew she was just up ahead. He wasn't quite sure what was wrong with her, but he knew it was Manticore related.
Theo finally found Ire, but she wasn't alone. The sight made his stomach turn. Ire was standing over the dead body of White and there were at least six others dead around them.
"Hello Theo." Ire said, looking up at him.
"What have you done?" Theo asked, approaching her slowly.
"I did what I wanted all along." Ire said. "They're dead."
Theo walked closer and saw some of the guards had broken arms or legs and many had been shot, but White's neck had been snapped. Theo put a hand out to Ire, but thought better of it and put it on the back of his neck and looked around. He was speechless.
"What's wrong?" Ire asked.
"No, what's wrong with you?" Theo asked.
"I'm fine." Ire said. "You know destiny?"
"Yes..."
"Well, this is my destiny." Ire said.
"Ire, it isn't -"
"Oh, it is." Ire interrupted. "I was made to kill. It's my destiny. I'm good at it too. Not a scratch on me."
"Ire, we can get you some help."
"Help? I don't need help. I'm perfectly fine." Ire said. Theo looked into her eyes and noticed they were dead. There was nothing in her anymore.
"Ire, just come with me and we can go see Max."
"I don't want to see Max." Ire said.
"Ire -"
"Destiny."
"What?" Theo asked.
"Destiny." Ire repeated, louder.
"I don't understand." Theo said.
"Destiny!"
"Ire -"
"Destiny!"
"What're you - ?"
"Destiny!"
"Ire!"
"DESTINY!" Ire screamed and ran off into the woods.
Theo knew it was no use to follow her. Theo looked around at the dead and vomited. He wiped his mouth and couldn't believe what his sister had done.
Theo ran through the woods. He was heading back to Seattle. Ire was in serious trouble and needed to be stopped and helped.
Theo hoped that maybe someone could help her.
Ire stalked through the forest, knowing what she was going to do. She walked until dawn, when she finally set her eyes upon the house. She pulled a handgun out and held it tightly.
'The wife and daughter are inside.' Ire thought as she walked to the front door. 'The wife and daughter are inside. The wife and daughter are inside. The wife and daughter are inside. The wife and daughter are inside.'
Ire walked up to the front door and listened. She could hear someone pacing and small sobs. The wife and daughter. A new kind of rage took Ire over and she kicked the door down. The wife and daughter huddled together and Ire lifted the gun and shot. She kept shooting until the gun clicked. No more bullets.
Ire took a long, ragged breath and snapped again. She walked throughout the house, smashing everything and destroying anything she could get her hands on. Once she destroyed the living room, she went to the desk in the corner and ripped the lock off. She rummaged through the drawer, then emptied all the bullets she found into her pockets and she picked up a pocket knife. She examined it, then put it in her jacket pocket.
The defective reject XS was finally fulfilling her destiny. Or so Ire believed.
Theo rushed through the woods, following Ire. He knew she was just up ahead. He wasn't quite sure what was wrong with her, but he knew it was Manticore related.
Theo finally found Ire, but she wasn't alone. The sight made his stomach turn. Ire was standing over the dead body of White and there were at least six others dead around them.
"Hello Theo." Ire said, looking up at him.
"What have you done?" Theo asked, approaching her slowly.
"I did what I wanted all along." Ire said. "They're dead."
Theo walked closer and saw some of the guards had broken arms or legs and many had been shot, but White's neck had been snapped. Theo put a hand out to Ire, but thought better of it and put it on the back of his neck and looked around. He was speechless.
"What's wrong?" Ire asked.
"No, what's wrong with you?" Theo asked.
"I'm fine." Ire said. "You know destiny?"
"Yes..."
"Well, this is my destiny." Ire said.
"Ire, it isn't -"
"Oh, it is." Ire interrupted. "I was made to kill. It's my destiny. I'm good at it too. Not a scratch on me."
"Ire, we can get you some help."
"Help? I don't need help. I'm perfectly fine." Ire said. Theo looked into her eyes and noticed they were dead. There was nothing in her anymore.
"Ire, just come with me and we can go see Max."
"I don't want to see Max." Ire said.
"Ire -"
"Destiny."
"What?" Theo asked.
"Destiny." Ire repeated, louder.
"I don't understand." Theo said.
"Destiny!"
"Ire -"
"Destiny!"
"What're you - ?"
"Destiny!"
"Ire!"
"DESTINY!" Ire screamed and ran off into the woods.
Theo knew it was no use to follow her. Theo looked around at the dead and vomited. He wiped his mouth and couldn't believe what his sister had done.
Theo ran through the woods. He was heading back to Seattle. Ire was in serious trouble and needed to be stopped and helped.
Theo hoped that maybe someone could help her.
Ire stalked through the forest, knowing what she was going to do. She walked until dawn, when she finally set her eyes upon the house. She pulled a handgun out and held it tightly.
'The wife and daughter are inside.' Ire thought as she walked to the front door. 'The wife and daughter are inside. The wife and daughter are inside. The wife and daughter are inside. The wife and daughter are inside.'
Ire walked up to the front door and listened. She could hear someone pacing and small sobs. The wife and daughter. A new kind of rage took Ire over and she kicked the door down. The wife and daughter huddled together and Ire lifted the gun and shot. She kept shooting until the gun clicked. No more bullets.
Ire took a long, ragged breath and snapped again. She walked throughout the house, smashing everything and destroying anything she could get her hands on. Once she destroyed the living room, she went to the desk in the corner and ripped the lock off. She rummaged through the drawer, then emptied all the bullets she found into her pockets and she picked up a pocket knife. She examined it, then put it in her jacket pocket.
The defective reject XS was finally fulfilling her destiny. Or so Ire believed.
