Chapter 4
Past Revealed
They raged at him, they threatened to tear him apart. He stood over a dead body in a dark room. With a casual flick he lit a match, then flames. There was nothing but pure flames, the screaming, the yelling, and people cursing at him. It all swirled around in the darkness of his head. One name repeated over and over.
~Eric~
He shuddered hearing the name.
~Eric~
Now he could hear the conversations.
Eric we need you for a hit. It's a simple job. Take out this person and make it look like an accident.
Next came his reply.
What's the scale?
Anything you want. Just make it look like an accident and if possible keep the body intact.
I don't do special requests. It's very simple even you could understand it. If you want them dead, you play my game or you won't get the job done. I leave no fingerprints, and I don't give them a chance to look for them. Understand?
Eric, we need a body!
I don't care. If you want a body ask someone else. Don't fuck around with me. I will guarantee one thing though. No one can trace it back to you. Now do you want my services or not?
He shuddered again. This man was a cold-blooded killer, an assassin that was one of the best-trained killers. What on earth did this have to do with him? He wasn't Eric. Sure he had the middle name Eric, but he wasn't this assassin. He had only killed in self-defense. This couldn't possibly be him.
Oh but it is. This is you, the you you hide. The dark nature that consumed you once before, it has been waiting for your return, and now you have. Embrace the darkness. Let it fill you like it had once before.
No. If I wanted that kind of life I would have given in a long time ago. I have made it on my own without doing that.
You don't need to. You are great it is all right here. Endless memories of all your greatest moments, right down to when you lead an Anti-Aryan rebellion and were caught. The Aryans loved you, you showed a true warriors spirit. You managed to kill hundreds before you were caught. Embrace this darkness, and you could go farther. Become your namesake.
Never, I caused innocent people their lives. I will never become what I was.
If you won't become what you were, then you will have to live with all the guilt of your actions.
Better to face the darkness than to run from it.
You never were a philosopher Eric. Just shut your mouth and do what you're told!
Never. I'm not Eric, nor will I ever be again.
You could have been great. Greater than all of this you could have been somebody!
If it means murder you can go to hell!
This is hell, welcome to it!
With those last words the darkness went away. Over and over the scenes replayed, Him over the body lighting the fire, Him shooting the person in the back as they ran. Every single job, every single victim, it all played in his mind.
~*~
"He's coming around," someone's voice cut through the fog. Patrick groaned as he clutched his head again.
"Are ya ok mate?" Kid said through the haze. He could feel the concern for him wash over him repeatedly. Patrick groaned as he opened his eyes. He saw everyone looking at him each with looks of varying concern.
"Am I dead?" Patrick asked softly.
"No," Steena said puzzled.
"Damnit!" Patrick cursed looking down sharply. Everyone looked at him concerned. Patrick sat up and realized he wasn't wearing a shirt. "Where's my shirt?"
"Here," Shaun said tossing it to Patrick. Patrick caught it and put it on quickly covering his chest. He started getting up when he felt Kid's hand on his chest.
"Hold it mate, we aren't sure why ya collapsed ya need ta rest." Her concerns were cut off as he took the offensive hand off his chest and got up. He grabbed his shirt jacket off the ground and shrugged it on. As he exited the tent he heard them rustle as they followed him. He merely started pushing a boat into the water.
"Hold on! We need to do that. You shouldn't be-" Steena was cut off with a cold reply.
"Get in, we're going to the Dead Sea." Everyone looked at him like he was crazy. He merely continued to ready the boat jumping in after he got it in the water. He looked at them, "You coming or am I doing this alone?"
~*~
"Diss, what's up with him mate?" Kid asked as they sailed to the Dead Sea.
"No idea, but its scaring the heck out of me," Diss muttered his reply. The boat ride seemed filled with tension. Everyone didn't know what happened. One second they were joking around the camp fire then next Patrick had collapsed, and now he seemed more distant than was usual.
"I'm ok with this, at least we're going after Paul," Shaun muttered angrily.
"I have a feeling something's going on, and its tearing Patrick apart slowly," Diss retorted. "And on top of that you're sitting here undermining him. If we weren't on a boat I'd kick your ass right now!" Shaun narrowed his eyes.
"What did you say punk?" Shaun replied coldly. Diss punched Shaun in the jaw hard causing Shaun to drop like a sack of potatoes.
"Forget later, I can kick your ass now!" Diss said grabbing Shaun by the throat. Shaun clutched at the hand but was far too weak to do something. Everyone watched wondering what was going on.
"That's enough!" Patrick yelled kicking Diss in the head hard. Diss fell unconscious releasing his grip on Shaun who croaked thanks. Patrick turned on him next, "And don't think I haven't heard you jabbing at me behind my back. It all ends now. We are a team. That means we act and work as a team. If you have problems then take them up with me. Otherwise keep your smart- ass remarks in your head!" He went back to sitting at the bow watching the sea slowly as he went back to his solitude.
"It's beginning to look a lot like homicide." Paul sang to himself.
~*~
"This is great!" The man beamed. Lynx looked at the screen oddly.
"I see nothing great about this." Lynx commented.
"The more they fight, the easier they will fall. Strength in numbers only works if you work as a team." Lynx nodded getting the idea. The more they bicker the easier it will be to crush them. Silently he was hoping they would all just get along long enough for them to attack The man. Then he would aid them and kill The man, then kill all the others, allowing him to rule freely. However, at the rate this is going they will be at each other's throats before they even enter the Dead Sea. He sat in a chair and tapped on the keyboard. He saw Paul in the Dead Sea looking at a locket.
"We got a problem." Lynx said quietly. The man walked over to Lynx and looked at the screen.
"You're right. We do." The man said tapping on the keyboard. He zoomed in the locket and sighed deeply. "Get ready. We're going to the Dead Sea sooner than we expected." Lynx nodded getting up. Before he left he looked at The man.
"Any plan yet?' Lynx asked. The man nodded.
"I'll handle Paul and his locket. You prepare the traps for the dream team." Lynx nodded once and left the room quickly. The man glared at Lynx as he left before turning to the screen.
"Why must you insist on defying me." The man muttered. He walked over to a closet and opened it taking out a red sword. He strapped it to his back and began to think of how the battle might go. He saw himself multiple times being thrown down to the ground hard. With this foresight he realized he would need to stay firm and just get in and get out with locket in hand. He thought about what Miguel might do and realized he would only need one item to shut him up. He opened the closet and took out a small hard metal ball. He clipped a small chain to it and twirled in a trial run. He tossed it at a coat rack where his trench coat was and before the ball wrapped around the rack it shot out spikes in every direction making an effective ball and chain. He whipped the ball back and as the ball returned the spikes went back into the holes. He grinned with sadistic glee as he pocketed two more of those balls. Lynx entered with a remote control and a small handbag.
"Are we ready?" Lynx asked grabbing two metal balls for himself. Instead of a chain he put on a long elastic band. He tested the reach of the ball and was able to stretch down the hall and back to his hand. Lynx whipped the ball to the left and it effectively turned into a double-sided spike. When one side hit the wall it created a huge gash in it. He tugged twice and the ball returned into its original state. Lynx grinned liking the weapon as he grabbed his Scythe from the closet and swung it over his shoulder. The man grabbed his trench coat and put it on. They both left the room and walked down the hall.
"Shall we?" The man said to Lynx.
"Lets." Lynx replied. They both entered the boat that would take them to the Dead Sea.
They raged at him, they threatened to tear him apart. He stood over a dead body in a dark room. With a casual flick he lit a match, then flames. There was nothing but pure flames, the screaming, the yelling, and people cursing at him. It all swirled around in the darkness of his head. One name repeated over and over.
~Eric~
He shuddered hearing the name.
~Eric~
Now he could hear the conversations.
Eric we need you for a hit. It's a simple job. Take out this person and make it look like an accident.
Next came his reply.
What's the scale?
Anything you want. Just make it look like an accident and if possible keep the body intact.
I don't do special requests. It's very simple even you could understand it. If you want them dead, you play my game or you won't get the job done. I leave no fingerprints, and I don't give them a chance to look for them. Understand?
Eric, we need a body!
I don't care. If you want a body ask someone else. Don't fuck around with me. I will guarantee one thing though. No one can trace it back to you. Now do you want my services or not?
He shuddered again. This man was a cold-blooded killer, an assassin that was one of the best-trained killers. What on earth did this have to do with him? He wasn't Eric. Sure he had the middle name Eric, but he wasn't this assassin. He had only killed in self-defense. This couldn't possibly be him.
Oh but it is. This is you, the you you hide. The dark nature that consumed you once before, it has been waiting for your return, and now you have. Embrace the darkness. Let it fill you like it had once before.
No. If I wanted that kind of life I would have given in a long time ago. I have made it on my own without doing that.
You don't need to. You are great it is all right here. Endless memories of all your greatest moments, right down to when you lead an Anti-Aryan rebellion and were caught. The Aryans loved you, you showed a true warriors spirit. You managed to kill hundreds before you were caught. Embrace this darkness, and you could go farther. Become your namesake.
Never, I caused innocent people their lives. I will never become what I was.
If you won't become what you were, then you will have to live with all the guilt of your actions.
Better to face the darkness than to run from it.
You never were a philosopher Eric. Just shut your mouth and do what you're told!
Never. I'm not Eric, nor will I ever be again.
You could have been great. Greater than all of this you could have been somebody!
If it means murder you can go to hell!
This is hell, welcome to it!
With those last words the darkness went away. Over and over the scenes replayed, Him over the body lighting the fire, Him shooting the person in the back as they ran. Every single job, every single victim, it all played in his mind.
~*~
"He's coming around," someone's voice cut through the fog. Patrick groaned as he clutched his head again.
"Are ya ok mate?" Kid said through the haze. He could feel the concern for him wash over him repeatedly. Patrick groaned as he opened his eyes. He saw everyone looking at him each with looks of varying concern.
"Am I dead?" Patrick asked softly.
"No," Steena said puzzled.
"Damnit!" Patrick cursed looking down sharply. Everyone looked at him concerned. Patrick sat up and realized he wasn't wearing a shirt. "Where's my shirt?"
"Here," Shaun said tossing it to Patrick. Patrick caught it and put it on quickly covering his chest. He started getting up when he felt Kid's hand on his chest.
"Hold it mate, we aren't sure why ya collapsed ya need ta rest." Her concerns were cut off as he took the offensive hand off his chest and got up. He grabbed his shirt jacket off the ground and shrugged it on. As he exited the tent he heard them rustle as they followed him. He merely started pushing a boat into the water.
"Hold on! We need to do that. You shouldn't be-" Steena was cut off with a cold reply.
"Get in, we're going to the Dead Sea." Everyone looked at him like he was crazy. He merely continued to ready the boat jumping in after he got it in the water. He looked at them, "You coming or am I doing this alone?"
~*~
"Diss, what's up with him mate?" Kid asked as they sailed to the Dead Sea.
"No idea, but its scaring the heck out of me," Diss muttered his reply. The boat ride seemed filled with tension. Everyone didn't know what happened. One second they were joking around the camp fire then next Patrick had collapsed, and now he seemed more distant than was usual.
"I'm ok with this, at least we're going after Paul," Shaun muttered angrily.
"I have a feeling something's going on, and its tearing Patrick apart slowly," Diss retorted. "And on top of that you're sitting here undermining him. If we weren't on a boat I'd kick your ass right now!" Shaun narrowed his eyes.
"What did you say punk?" Shaun replied coldly. Diss punched Shaun in the jaw hard causing Shaun to drop like a sack of potatoes.
"Forget later, I can kick your ass now!" Diss said grabbing Shaun by the throat. Shaun clutched at the hand but was far too weak to do something. Everyone watched wondering what was going on.
"That's enough!" Patrick yelled kicking Diss in the head hard. Diss fell unconscious releasing his grip on Shaun who croaked thanks. Patrick turned on him next, "And don't think I haven't heard you jabbing at me behind my back. It all ends now. We are a team. That means we act and work as a team. If you have problems then take them up with me. Otherwise keep your smart- ass remarks in your head!" He went back to sitting at the bow watching the sea slowly as he went back to his solitude.
"It's beginning to look a lot like homicide." Paul sang to himself.
~*~
"This is great!" The man beamed. Lynx looked at the screen oddly.
"I see nothing great about this." Lynx commented.
"The more they fight, the easier they will fall. Strength in numbers only works if you work as a team." Lynx nodded getting the idea. The more they bicker the easier it will be to crush them. Silently he was hoping they would all just get along long enough for them to attack The man. Then he would aid them and kill The man, then kill all the others, allowing him to rule freely. However, at the rate this is going they will be at each other's throats before they even enter the Dead Sea. He sat in a chair and tapped on the keyboard. He saw Paul in the Dead Sea looking at a locket.
"We got a problem." Lynx said quietly. The man walked over to Lynx and looked at the screen.
"You're right. We do." The man said tapping on the keyboard. He zoomed in the locket and sighed deeply. "Get ready. We're going to the Dead Sea sooner than we expected." Lynx nodded getting up. Before he left he looked at The man.
"Any plan yet?' Lynx asked. The man nodded.
"I'll handle Paul and his locket. You prepare the traps for the dream team." Lynx nodded once and left the room quickly. The man glared at Lynx as he left before turning to the screen.
"Why must you insist on defying me." The man muttered. He walked over to a closet and opened it taking out a red sword. He strapped it to his back and began to think of how the battle might go. He saw himself multiple times being thrown down to the ground hard. With this foresight he realized he would need to stay firm and just get in and get out with locket in hand. He thought about what Miguel might do and realized he would only need one item to shut him up. He opened the closet and took out a small hard metal ball. He clipped a small chain to it and twirled in a trial run. He tossed it at a coat rack where his trench coat was and before the ball wrapped around the rack it shot out spikes in every direction making an effective ball and chain. He whipped the ball back and as the ball returned the spikes went back into the holes. He grinned with sadistic glee as he pocketed two more of those balls. Lynx entered with a remote control and a small handbag.
"Are we ready?" Lynx asked grabbing two metal balls for himself. Instead of a chain he put on a long elastic band. He tested the reach of the ball and was able to stretch down the hall and back to his hand. Lynx whipped the ball to the left and it effectively turned into a double-sided spike. When one side hit the wall it created a huge gash in it. He tugged twice and the ball returned into its original state. Lynx grinned liking the weapon as he grabbed his Scythe from the closet and swung it over his shoulder. The man grabbed his trench coat and put it on. They both left the room and walked down the hall.
"Shall we?" The man said to Lynx.
"Lets." Lynx replied. They both entered the boat that would take them to the Dead Sea.