Dark Inheritance

Chapter 23

Warning: Mature themes discussed

Beneath the immense buildings, a series of utility tunnels rarely used, a lone figure crept through the shadows. He'd been brought there by not only the visions of his faith, but the ones from his companions, the local fauna beneath the concern of the people who inhabited the above facility. As he neared his destination, a pulse wave passed through the area, shaking the foundation and causing the already dim lights to flicker. Then it faded, as he knew it would. He nodded in understanding.

"It is time."

…

The elevator arrived on one of the residential levels. JC stepped out and saw the aftermath of Kayslee's attack: walls cracked, some lights outs, as if a huge explosion had ripped through the building. He headed for the lounge areas. As he approached, he heard voices arguing.

"We need to leave!"

"No one's going anywhere!"

"Be silent, children."

JC entered the room and saw the occupants: Gail Smith, Dr. Clay, Kai Lung, and two guards stood around a group of the younger inheritor candidates. Kai saw JC as he entered and scowled, the scar he gave him as pronounced as ever.

"You." He said, voice full of contempt. "I don't know how, but I know you're responsible for this."

"Haven't you done enough?" Gail said, sounding disappointed.

"Actually, I'm just getting started." JC said, stepping towards the group. "And it looks like your plans aren't going anywhere now."

"That's what you think." Kai said. He pointed towards JC. "This is the one who's destroyed your home. Show him the consequences."

The other inheritors looked at JC and started towards him, their powers flaring up as they approached. JC approached them calmly. Kai and Gail watched in anticipation, ready to see what they charges could do against him. As the two groups met, the group dissolved their powers and walked up to JC, shaking his hands and patting his shoulders.

"Glad to see you're alright."

"We thought they had you!"

"No worries." JC assured them. Even those who'd been his enemies when he came now welcomed him.

Kai and Gail, along with the guards, were shocked. "What are you doing? He's destroying everything we've built. Everything we did to help you."

"Liars!" shouted one of the girls. "You've kept us here against our will! Not letting us contact our families!"

"You've been using us!"

"Now, now." Gail said, trying to calm them. "Everything we've done has been for your own good. We just wanted to protect you."

"From what?" a boy said. "From making our own choices? Our own lives? We haven't even seen the outside in months! How is that protection?"

"Did he tell you to say that?" Kai said, indicating JC.

"No." JC replied, approaching them. "All I did was tell them what you did on the outside. They came to their own conclusions."

"He lied!" Gail cut in again. "He's been against us this whole time. Of course he'd say things like that."

"No he didn't." Dr. Clay cut in. The others looked at her in surprise. "He's opposed them because they tried to use him as well. Neither he nor you deserved that treatment."

"What are you doing?" Gail asked. "Why are you defending his actions?"

"He is one of the Nephilim." Clay said with conviction. "Not only that, but one of the founders of this family. And yet they treat him and others like him as subjects. They deserve better, especially him – and his sister."

"You traitor…" Kai didn't get to finish. In one fluid motion JC pulled out the taser Alice had given him and fired, one after the other, the four capacitor darts. The two guards, Kai, and Gail fell from the shock. The other inheritors rushed forward and bound the four of them. JC approved; he did not want to deal with them ever again. "Where's my sister?" he demanded.

"They took her to the other building." Dr. Clay said. She took a keycard from around her neck. "This should get you through the annex." JC took it. "Why are you helping now?"

"My apologies." She said. "I was intrigued by the idea of people like you. But the family's actions – and mine – are inexcusable. I'm sorry if it took so long to realize that. Please forgive me, sir."

JC hesitated. "If you want to make things right, keep an eye on them." He indicated the other inheritors. "Law enforcement troops will be here soon. Give them any assistance they need. Tell them everything."

"I will." Clay said.

"Wait." One of the others said. "We can help. We owe you."

"This is my fight." JC replied. "You need to look after each other. Help the authorities when they get here." He turned at headed for the other building.

…

The research building hadn't fared any better. Structure damage was still apparent. JC didn't see a lot of people around; most likely they evacuated. As he searched for signs of his sister he ran into Dr. Howards, the scientist who'd sympathized with him and the others. The doctor put his hands up. "Please, I don't want any trouble!"

"Where's Judith?" JC asked, cutting to the chase.

"Marcus and the others headed to the labs on the lower levels." Dr. Howards took out his own card. "This should open many of the doors." JC took the card. "I'm sorry, I know I should have done more."

"You can." JC said. "Gather up any inheritors left and head over to the other building. Dr. Clay and the other candidates are waiting for the authorities. They'll be here soon."

Alan nodded in agreement. As JC turned to leave Alan addressed him. "Your uncle and Hasan are still in this building. Be careful." He added. "You know, when this started, people in the project thought you were a prize to be taken. After your little resistance, they called you "a demon out to destroy their bright future."

JC rolled his eyes. "And what do you think?"

"I think," Alan said, looking full of remorse. "that you're an angel of vengeance, come to punish us for what we've done. I wouldn't be surprised if you hated me for my involvement."

JC was silent for a moment. "I don't hate you." He said finally. "But you need to do the right thing now if you want to make up for all this." He headed away.

…

William frantically pressed the button for the intercom system. There was no response; Marcus had used it, so the system was still working. Everyone else had either evacuated – or worse.

"Trying to call for help?" a voice from behind him said. He turned and saw a dreadful sight: his nephew, JC, standing at the doorway, fully geared up, mask included. The wrist restraint was noticeably absent. "I wouldn't bother; the other cowards already left."

"Nephew, listen." William said calmly. "Whatever happened, you're a Reinhardt. You're one of us."

"Not anymore." JC said, approaching him. "I grew up, became 'special' and suddenly I was something for you to control – or lock away. Not that any of it worked, obviously."

"Please…" William stammered, holding his ground. "You're still family. Surely that means something to you."

"Family." JC said after a pause. "You know, I've had a long time to think about that word, what it really means. After being assaulted, tortured, locked up – I had to hit rock bottom before I figured it out. Do you know what I learned, 'uncle'? Family isn't who you're born to. It's who you fight for, bleed for. Who you die for."

William was silent.

"And if you really understood family," he reached out and grabbed William's tie, pulling him face to face. "you would've never messed with mine!"

William gulped. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

"All that effort I spent with the others…the blood and sweat that we shed together…do you know what that breeds? Loyalty! Something you're about to experience firsthand!" His other hand sparked with lightning as he grabbed William's chest. The current blasted him, overwhelming his system and collapsing him to the floor. JC stood over him, his contempt all too clear.

"Isn't this familiar." He said, looking down at his uncle. "You, know, we really shouldn't keep meeting like this, William. Mark my words, it won't happen again." A final stomp and William's vision went black.

…

Alan's keycard got him into one of the core rooms. A few selves sat about the room. A series of monitors lined the far wall, terminals sitting at their base. Maybe I can get more info from here he thought. He was going for his phone when a flicker of movement caught his eye. He dodged just as a throwing knife embedded itself in the console. Thankfully, it missed the controls as well as JC. He turned and faced his attacker.

"Hasan Pagan." He recognized. The man who'd twice attacked him stood ten feet away.

"You." Hasan scowled in bitter anger at him. "You ruin everything. We try to help world and you destroy it!"

"Back off, mister." JC said, not caring enough to argue. "I've got more important things to do. Go away and you leave in one piece. Maybe."

"Never! You pay for treachery!" Hasan pulled out more blades.

"As you wish." JC said, pulling out the Purifier gun. "The rest of your life will be measured in seconds, asshole!"

JC ran to the side, firing a shot. It went wide. Hasan tossed the knives in quick succession. JC ducked. He felt the power charged in them. Hasan meant business now. He threw a bolt at him. The shock grazed him a bit as another blade bounced off his bare right arm. He grimaced as he took cover behind one of the shelves. He popped out and fired two shots in Hasan's direction. No sign of him. JC barely saw the movement coming up behind him. He turned just as Hasan delivered a kick that knocked the Purifier out of his hand. It went sliding as Hasan pinned him face up on the floor.

"You're too slow!" he taunted.

"I'm only slow because I'm not running!" JC retorted. He grabbed Hasan's shirt and yanked him down, smashing his face against his mask. Hasan recoiled but didn't let go. JC rolled him onto his back so that he was the one pinned down. "You ran when you attacked me. You ran after you shot Chelsea. Your cowardly hide's got nowhere to run now!"

"Shut up!" Hasan brought his knee up to JC's midsection, knocking him loose. The two separated. JC scrambled to his feet and raced for what he saw to his right: The Purifier. Hasan gave chase, blades drawn. JC scoped up the hand cannon with his left and turned just as Hasan caught up. The dual barrels met Hasan's chest as JC fired the .44 magnum round. Hasan's power took the impact and sent him flying back several feet. JC closed quickly and connected his right fist into Hasan's abdomen.

POW! POW! POW!

Three shockwaves hammered Hasan. His insides exploded with the impact as he fell back and hit the floor, his chest and ribcage on fire. JC flexed his hand. "Finally got that ability to work." He said with satisfaction. He turned and walked back to the terminals. Taking out his phone, he plugged it into the terminal and ran Diana's program.

Hasan painfully raised his head. JC, the meddler who ruined everything, was operating the terminal, oblivious to him. With effort, Hasan pushed himself up and got to his feet. Slowly, he walked towards JC. Each step sent a fresh stab of pain through him, but he stayed focused; the punk wouldn't get away with this. Gradually, he approached him from behind. The young man was oblivious to him. Slowly, he pulled out his dagger, raiding it above him in a stabbing position. Soon he was right behind him. In a final movement, he brought the weapon down…

…Just as JC turned, deflecting the blow with his left forearm. Hasan watched in disbelief as JC's right fist swung around and connected with his ribs – along with a huge jolt of electricity. He spasmed uncontrollably as the current overloaded his system. The smell of ozone assailed his nostrils as it passed, leaving him tottering on his feet. JC scowled at him through his mask.

"That was for Chelsea and her family, you son of a bitch!"

Hasan fell back to the floor. He did not get up again. JC turned back to check the program he was running. A button on the console lit up with a beeping sound. When he pressed it, the monitors came on, displaying various people of different nationalities. They looked impatient.

"What's going on? Report!" one of the men demanded. His expression changed to confusion and then to disbelief, as did his companions. "You – you're the Reinhardt kid."

"And you must be the foreign investors I've heard so much about." JC replied. "You sponsored this whole operation."

"Where's Marcus and the others?" one of the women demanded. She sounded British and upset. "What's going on over there?"

"Oh, just a little setback." JC said. "The others are busy running for their lives or hiding like cowards."

"It appears so." Another acknowledged. "We were right about your family; they were clearly out of their element. Another few billion dollars down the drain."

"Well, there are more inheritors out there." Another pointed out. "Surely some of them will be more accommodating than you've been."

"And they'll rise up against you, just like I did." JC quipped.

"Highly unlikely, young man." Said the Asian man. "As are your chances of escaping the facility."

JC's phone chimed. The program was done. Smiling, he pressed a few buttons and the data did its work. "I should probably warn you: You're next. You see, your greatest strength was secrecy, but know the world will know everything – including your current locations. See you!" he turned off the connection. Stepping over Hasan's form, he left the area.

…

Marcus and his men dragged Judith deep into the facility. They took an elevator down to a deeper level than Judith had been aware of. It was different from the rest of the building; it resembled more of a subway terminal than a research lab.

"Where are you taking me?" she demanded.

"Someplace safer than this, my dear." Marcus said. "Now that our security's been compromised, we need a place more secluded for your duties." Judith continued to struggle against her captors, but they we too strong.

They came to a large room with several rail-style tracks along the floor, each leading to a tunnel on the far wall. Each one had a train car-like vehicle idling on them. Several of the drone and Golem creatures the company developed stood about along with armed guards, securing the area. Marcus took out a keycard and scanned it at one of the train doors. "Make sure no one follows us." He instructed the patrolling guards. He turned to Judith. "Right this way, cousin." He politely said.

"Never!" Judith said, desperately struggling. "I'm not going!"

It was no use. She was dragged into the car and the door slid closed, sealing her and possible her fate. The sentries stood about, keeping an eye on the area. No one would get past them.

From the shadows, out of sight, a large figure emerged silently, his hands twisted into vicious claws.

…

JC headed down more of the hallways. The damage was still apparent; Kayslee's attack had been very effective. He kept checking the different rooms and offices, looking for Marcus – and Judith. JC anticipated getting his hands on that slime ball. One room's door was locked. It was one of the office rooms, complete with a card reader. He used Alan's card to get in. Marcus wasn't there – but his parents were, tied to separate office chairs near the wall. A look of surprise and relief crossed their faces when they saw their son.

"JC, so glad you're okay!" his mom exclaimed.

"Where's my sister?" JC demanded.

"Marcus took her to the lower levels." James explained. "There's a tram system that leads to an offshore facility. We made it as a backup for this place. I have a card that will get you there."

JC came forward and checked his father's coat. A card was indeed in his pocket. He took it.

"Now, please help us." His mother asked.

JC stood there silently, his arms crossed. "Why should I?"

James and Sarah were briefly shocked at his reaction, but it turned to understanding quickly. "You're right. You owe us nothing at this point." James acknowledged.

"Everything that's happened is our fault." Sarah conceded.

"Too late for apologies, the cops are on their way." JC said stoically. "However, human law might not be enough for your crimes."

James and Sarah were silent for a moment. James steeled himself. "You want revenge, is that it?" JC remained quiet. "If that's what you want, go ahead. We can't stop you."

JC took out his knife and fingered the edge. "Do you want me to?"

"Of course not." Sarah said. "But we wouldn't blame you if you did."

"Decisions, decisions." JC quipped. James and Sarah were silent; they wanted to object, to tell their son that he didn't have to. Considering their actions, however, they knew they had no moral high ground to stand on. Suddenly, JC stepped forward, grabbed his father – and cut his bindings. He repeated the same for his mother. "Consider this an act of charity." He said grudgingly. "It's more than you deserve." He turned to leave.

"Wait." Sarah called out. She went over to one of the desks and opened a drawer. She pulled out a silvery rod about three feet in length, with a golden jewel embedded on the end. "Give this to Judith when you get to her." She said, handing it to JC. "It was hers just like your sword was yours. We wanted to give to her before anything happened but…" she trailed off.

JC took the item and looked it over. It was the wand Judith had told him about. He could feel the power in it, but knew it wouldn't react to him. He stashed it in his pack. He looked at his mom and dad, saddened and apologetic looks on their faces. Part of him wanted to point how things could have been better than this, but he had bigger priorities. "This isn't over." He informed them. "When I get back, we're all going to have a serious conversation about how messed up your parenting was." He turned and left the room. James and Sarah stared after him.

"He'll be okay." Sarah said confidently.

"Yes he will." James agreed. "He's come so far. They both have. Their futures' are in the right hands – their own."

…

JC hurried down the corridors. He didn't bother with any elevators; the stairs would be faster. Eventually he got to the lower levels; there were signs for a 'Tram system' along the hallways. That must be what dad was referring to he thought. Shortly he came to the main door. He braced himself: If he knew Marcus, he'd have left plenty of 'security' to impede him. He activated his sight to check out the area. Strangely, he saw no one. This can't be right he thought. Carefully, he swiped his card. The door swooshed open and…

…several figures, prone, unmoving, littered the station. JC saw claw marks and smelled the acrid stench of burnt fabric and tissue. Someone had gotten here before he did. He checked out the different tram rails. One was gone but another was on an adjacent tunnel. As he approached the door he saw a note written on it in shaky handwriting.

The way before you is clear.

Your journey culminates at the end of this tunnel.

Follow the path to your destiny.

Be safe my friend.

JC nodded in understanding. Thanks Andre he though. He boarded the train and headed off. He did not see the trail of blood leading behind a distant pillar, where a large, slumped figure lay, silent and unmoving.

…

Marcus's guards dragged Judith off the train and into the new facility. It was sleeker, more advanced looking, with watery expanses outside the windows. Judith realized they were underwater just off the bay. The thought made her more desperate that ever.

Marcus had departed in a different direction after instructing the guards to take her to the 'main room'. She was 'escorted' down several hallways to a large, well-appointed room, the size of a small gymnasium. Various equipment lined the walls, tended by scientists. Observation rooms lined the upper areas. Marcus presided over the room from the one on the left, along with some other scientists who were taking notes. In the center of the room was a sight that put Judith on edge: a reclining medical chair, complete with adjustable arm and leg restraints.

"Welcome, Judith." Marcus cheerfully said through a speaker. "I apologize for the disruption, but as you can see, we've made some accommodations. We'll be ready to begin shortly."

"I said I'm not interested!" Judith shouted. "Let me go!"

"There's no need for concern Judith." Marcus said. "The staff have been instructed to take great care of you."

"I don't want your 'care', mister!" She noticed several of the staff were operating the equipment, adjusting readings she couldn't figure out. "What are they doing?"

"Preparing a ritual for the occasion." Marcus answered. "With a modern-day twist to it."

Judith did like the sound of that. "What kind of ritual?"

"Fertility."

…

The team car sped smoothly down the tunnel. The hum of the motor was pleasant. JC would have appreciated the tranquility of the atmosphere if the circumstances weren't so intense.

He thought about everything that had led up to this moment. His life, his existence had been set up for the family's little 'project'. They had taken the blessings of his ancestor and used it to prosper in the world. Now, they'd taken his sister, and had left him to be sealed away for interfering.

He drew his blade. Looking into its reflective surface, he contemplated his situation. His family thought they could lift themselves a bit closer to Heaven by preying on people like him. I'll stop them he swore. He would save Judith, get them both out of this place, and…

His thoughts stalled. And then what? What would they do after all this? He'd spent the better part of his life since that fateful day fighting to bring them down. He remembered the old stories about revenge, how the one seeking it had nothing left for them afterwards.

This isn't revenge he assured himself, despite the doubt in his own words. I have to stop them. I can't let this continue. Then I'll…figure something out. He had to believe that.

…

Judith was dragged over to the chair. Her desperate struggles were in vain as they pushed her down.

"Hey cousin." Said a smug female voice. Judith looked up and saw a girl about her age smirking at her. Her brown hair and blue eyes were an odd combination. She recognized them from JC's stories.

"Melissa." She said bitterly, remembering the tale.

"Oh, so your dear brother told you about me." She said condescendingly. "It's good to see you; I've been bored hanging around here. I've been stuck here since he made a fool of me."

"You did that on your own." Judith snarked.

Someone pressed an injector to her neck. With a hiss she felt her body go limp.

"That should keep you quiet." Melissa said. "It's a paralytic like the one they gave your brother, though not as potent. Bet he's having a good 'sleep' right about now!" she said with a laugh.

"Melissa, please don't aggravate her." Marcus said. "Begin prepping her."

The staff lifted Judith onto the exam chair. Carefully, they removed her clothes before placing a medical blanket over her. They restrained her arms over her head and secured her legs in a spread position. The paralyzing agent kept her immobile but conscious.

"You won't be needing these anymore!" Melissa said with a laugh, tossing Judith's shirt onto a nearby cart with the other articles. Judith's mind raced, desperate to do something, anything to stop what was happening.

"You know, you're lucky." Melissa said. "Marcus doesn't want me to go through this because he needs me in the field. He can't have me all knocked up. But you, you'll be doing overtime in that department. Better kiss that waistline of yours goodbye!"

"Melissa, stop that." Marcus said, his tone getting more serious.

"I'm just cheering her on, like a good cousin." Melissa said innocently. She looked at Judith's restrained form. "It's a real pity your brother's not here. I'd love to see the look on his face once you're all done here. He'd probably love the chance to be an uncle. Pity he'll sleep through this, along with every other remaining event in your life!"

"That's enough!" Marcus said finally. "Someone escort her out." Two guards walked a pouting Melissa out of the room. As she left she gave Judith a parting wink.

"I apologize for that, Judith dear." Marcus said, sounding sincere. "This is meant to be a wonderful event. She shouldn't have tried to spoil it." He looked to the staff. "Begin the next step."

…

JC exited the tram and entered the main lobby. It was spacious, with a couple pillars and a large display map of the facility. He looked in dismay; there were many room connect by several corridors. Judith could be in any of them. I don't have time to search all of them.

Some voices sounded of to the side. JC hid behind a pillar as they drew closer. Two guards entered and milled close to him. "They're finally starting." One of them said.

JC tensed at that.

"Yeah, the girl's getting the royal treatment." Said the other. "A real queen bee."

"I saw the lab they'd set up. They really went all out."

The first felt a tap on the shoulder. As he turned a fist connected and he dropped. The other found himself pinned against the pillar by a masked figure. He drew a sword and pressed it against his neck.

"Tell me more about this lab, would you kindly?"

…

Several staff in scrubs and surgical masks entered the lab wheeling carts with various instruments on them. Scalpels, forceps, and other surgical implements sat with large metal cylinders. Judith could only watch in horror as they were lined up alongside her chair. One of the doctors examined her under the bottom of her blanket.

"Virginal specimen, around sixteen and one half years, no defects detected." He said, with all the empathy of a used car salesman. The other doctors picked up their tools.

"First, we'll administer a mild anesthetic, one that won't react badly with the paralytic administered earlier. Once under, an incision will be made along the lower pelvic area for genetic sample extraction. Once the tissue is procured, Insemination Team will combine them with selected donor samples. Fertilized cells will then be implanted back into the subject. Length of full process is about one hour."

"How long will the term be?" asked one of the observing scientists.

"The standard nine months." Answered one of the nurses. "We'll extract enough eggs so we'll be able to inseminate her almost immediately afterward. The nursing ward is fully prepared to oversee the process to avoid complications."

"You hear that Judith?" Marcus chimed in. "You're in the best of care on the planet. We've taken every precaution to ensure the well-being of you and your children." He looked at the surgeons. "Commence the operation."

The operators approached. One reached for the scalpel.

ZAP!

A flash of light and one of the staff dropped, spasming as the current went through them. The others jumped back in surprise. Another flash and a second dropped. Everyone looked in horror at the origin: A masked figure emerged from the shadows, his raised hand flickering with the power he'd just unleashed.

"JC." Marcus said quietly.

Several of the guards present drew their weapons and moved to stop him. JC let out an enormous War Cry that reverberated throughout the room. Many of the occupants screamed in fear and bolted from the room. The only ones left were those brave enough to withstand the yell – or with no sense of self-preservation.

JC charged at the rest. The guards went to meet his attack. JC sent one flying with a punch before firing another bolt. The others closed in. JC brought forth his blade. A slash brought down two before a hilt smack knocked away another. One of the remaining guards pulled a pistol; JC dropped him with a blast. The final one jumped him from behind. JC flipped him over onto his back and silenced him with a face punch. The room went silent. JC looked up at the observatory. It was empty. Marcus and the others had fled.

JC walked over to his sister's side as he surveyed his handiwork. "Pathetic." He said smugly. He approached Judith –

BANG!

JC stumbled forward and grabbed his right shoulder. He grimaced in pain – then sighed in exasperation at the superficial wound. He looked over and saw the attacker: a female scientist, holding one of the discarded pistols in both hands, tears of fright in her eyes. She fired several more shots into him; JC staggered from the impacts but the wounds barely slowed him.

"Ow." JC said sarcastically. Her gun clicked on empty.

"Why?" she said, crying in terror. "Why won't you die?"

JC let out a chuckle that grew into a maniacal laugh. He fixed the woman with a crazed look through his mask as he felt the wounds close. "You think you can kill me? I've no flesh or blood for you to wound." He stalked towards her. "I am Death Incarnate! I am Wrath Personified! You can't kill me!" The woman screamed, dropped the gun, and ran out of the room.

"Damn." JC said, pulling of his mask. "I enjoyed that way too much."

Judith felt her restraint being unlocked and removed. Her power flowed back into her. Concentrating, used a spell to flush out the drug from her system. JC started to help her up. As he did she threw her arms around him, burying her face on his shoulder. JC stroked her hair as she fought back her sobs. "It's okay, I've got you." He reassured her. Judith was too panicked to give a damn that only a blanket covered her. Eventually she calmed down. Her brother helped her off the chair while she held the blanket around her. JC was stuck with an image of his twin covered in a blanket that barely went past her hips.

"This is going to give me nightmares." He said, trying to lighten things up. Judith fixed him with an death glare. JC took the hint and pulled over the cart with her clothes. He turned his back a few steps away to give her privacy while she dressed.

"Glad you were able to make it." She said.

"I got here in time, didn't I?" he said back.

"Cutting it kind of close, don't you think?" she pulled up her jeans.

"I had to hunt through the facility. Mom and dad gave me the key to get here." The two were quiet after that statement.

"Thanks for saving me." Judith finally said.

"I told you I wouldn't let it happen." JC replied. "Look I've called in the troops. We'll take the tram back, meet up with them, get them to occupy this place –"

"We're not leaving yet." Judith said, pulling her shirt down.

JC looked back at his sister. She was leaning on the chair, her back to him. Anger radiated from her.

"You saw what they were going to do to me. Marcus is not getting away with this. We're going to find him and he's going to answer once and for all!"

"You want to kill him?" JC said, feeling the irony of his question. "What's the point? He's done for. They'll drag his ass to prison…" Judith turned and looked at him in surprise.

"This is where you start moralizing?" she asked incredulously. "Don't forget; I know you, brother. I know what you're capable of."

"I'm not going to let you kill him, sis." JC said, putting his mask back on.

"Really, brother?" JC saw his sister as he aligned his mask. A bright yellow radiance flared around her like the rays of the sun. Her eyes glowed as she fixed him with an angry stare. "What are you going to do to stop me?"

"Not a damn thing. Because I'm going to kill him for you."

~To be continued