A/N: Sorry it's so short. Action aint my thing. How did i do? Er..

MizzNite: Oh, i dareeee...Anyway...sorry, i guess. I did say i've got a few twists up my sleeve. Dang! Why is it that every time i say that i'm wearing a sleeveless shirt! Oh, the cruelty.

Chapter 19: Perfect

The thought never crossed his mind.

King hated Caulder but never ever had he thought that he would betray them.

Never.

There were no windows, the only source of light was from the skylight above. In the center of the hardwood floor, there was a single chair. A battered Hannibal King was strapped tightly to the chair. His jaw was swollen and his shirt was off, a ribbon of scarlet reaching down the bullet wound from his leg to the floor.

Caulder stood facing him, two more guys behind him. Large guys.

Big, ole' ugly ones, too. King added resentfully.

Caulder ran a hand down his face in frustration. "King." he said edgily, "Tell me now, what do you know about a Joshua Hunt?"
King barked out a laugh, "I don't know shit."
"What about that kid of his you were also keeping an eye on?" asked Caulder, "Where is the kid now?"

A few days ago, King had practically begged Abby not to tell Caulder or any of his people because they might take her away claiming that they have no experience with kids. He also said that they won't know what to feed a kid and how much amount of food to give.
Bullshit, King had said, You take as much food as you can, open the kid's mouth and throw it in, whatever sticks…that's the correct amount.

Thank god for that.

"I don't know." King snorted, he stuck out his chin to the two guys' direction, "Why don't you ask those dimwits over there."
"Shh." warned Caulder. "Don't get Gary and Dennis angry."
"Oh, I'm sorry. My mistake." King said sympathetically. "Why don't you ask those dickhead psychopaths?"

Caulder looked him in the eye and grinned. King's smile faltered for a moment.
"Well, I think your lying."
King's blood ran cold, he closed his eyes and slowly opened them, true-hatred hidden deep down.

"She's alive. Isn't she, King? She's that little girl." Caulder gestured to Gary and he brought a chair over in front of King. Caulder sat in front of it and continued, "She's Patricia Hunt."

King looked at him. "Fuck yourself."

Getting frustrated, Caulder slammed his fist onto King's face. King's head lolled back and he groaned. He shouts and then struggles.
"Tell me, what is so important about this girl? What is it that Mr. Joshua told you the day before he died?" Caulder said in a chilly tone, "Tell me."

King doesn't respond, instead, he looks around the room. Taking in every detail. His eyes wander around and he continued to stare into space.

"Or would you like me to ask Abby to come and play?"

King's eyes were focused on Caulder, watching the expression on his face. Nothing. Not even slight hesitation.

King was no longer hazed…

"I'm going to kill all of you."

Caulder stood up and laughed, "How are you going to do that? Your all tied up"
Gary and Dennis cackled.
"Oh," King laughed, "Oh yeah." he raised his right hand with the broken chain dangling from it, he scratched his head and looked at Caulder with a puzzled look, "I almost forgot."

Both Gary and Dennis drew their weapon but King was unconcerned. He didn't need them.
Their hands tightened on the trigger- Snap! -King's chain moved as if it was real, and suddenly, Dennis and Gary's hands were shattered wrecks, they dropped their weapons.

Caulder takes this as an opportunity and ducks out the door and escapes.

"Aw, come on." King groused, looking over to the door.
From the corner of his eye, he could see the two morons trying to escape. Oh no you don't.

Without missing a beat, King throws the chain over his shoulder. It wraps around Gary's neck, King pulled at the chain and Gary was dead before he even hit the ground.

But Dennis was still going for the exit. King looked over at the pistol on the ground. He spins, dives, scoops up the pistol and rolls. He came up to his knees and fired.
"…Bam." King said with a maniacal grin.

The bullet went straight to the back of Dennis' head and he fell to the ground, blood spraying the door and the floor.

King stood up and left the room without missing a beat.

He was on the run, moving hard and fast. He scrambles down the hallway, the lights going on and off, the alarm was to be heard throughout the whole building.

Caulder had probably left now…along with Ashley and the other girl scouts.

Fuck this.

A door crashes open in front of him and a teen vampire slams to the floor, tripping over the mat.
King runs out, right over the top of him.

The vampire had a, 'Dude, aren't you going to kill me?' expression written all over his face.

No, dude…Maybe later.

Truth be told, it's because there's no more bullets in this goddamned thing.

King raced down the stairs as gun fire erupts behind him, chewing up the wall.
He growled. Would it really kill them to put an exit sign?…Anywhere?

King headed towards the nearest door and burst in. The room was smelly and damp. Full of pipes. Familiars in bullet-proof vests charged inside after him. King grabbed a pipe, comes up beside an armed familiar and swings the bat with a force strong enough to knock you off your seat. A stomach-churning impact. The pipe breaks in half.

Before the familiar hit the ground, King snatched the handguns from his hands, shooting every fucking one of those vampire-wannabees.

Picture-fucking perfect.