Chapter 17

Vengeance

The police all cheered and celebrated as the Outlaw was put down by the heroic Sheriff Caitlyn. Officers at the base were all jumping as the radioman announce the news moments ago. The Commissioner also show signs of relief and joy yet preserve his professional image. An officer came up beside him and whisper to his ear. He listened and nod.

"The fugitive is down, I think the reinforcement can return back to the department but not all of them. Send a quarter of the reinforcement with the medical division to carry the casualties back to their home. Once all casualties return back home, survey the place and search anything that is connected to the Outlaw, letter, notes, shell casings and others. I want it to be investigated thoroughly, find any connection about the Outlaw and other criminals. If other countries are connected find what is happening, hopefully we can find a way to prevent these things from happening" he said with a low and slow voice tone.

"Yes sir" The officer answered and leave from Jones sight.

Jones was left alone as he look his underlings celebrating the death of the wanted Outlaw.

Graves laid on a pool of blood that was his own, such a thing happened to someone else, but now it was him. He look at his old friend Destiny, the gun that was always beside him for years. Since the day he came out from the Locker till now, not even once she jammed during a gun fight, just like her owner, ever restless.

At least you're by my side, Destiny... Graves weakly raised his hand and touch Destiny barrel, feeling the uneven surface of the shotgun.

He closed his eyes and cough a bit, the pain of blood coming out from his body was something that he recognized but never less painful. He slowly open his eyes and behind his Hextech shotgun was two figures, one was white and standing with a bow while the other one was darkish blue, orbiting around the white one.

The white was rather reserved, standing firm and being secretive. The other one was much more obvious, like a dog tied to a leash, it seem that it wanted to show it strength but was somewhat limited. Regardless, the presence of the two gave the Outlaw a cold feeling to the bone. Graves seem to know who they are, something that he heard when he was but an innocent child.

Kindred... he recalled.

The Kindred walk slowly as they nearing their distance between Graves, the darker one was a bit faster compare to the lighter one. It growls with its mouth wide open, showing its teeth that could tore souls apart, starving to bite and desperate to eat something. Suddenly the light one halted the dark one, the dark one was quite surprised with the light one action.

"What are you doing Lamb?!" said the dark one ferociously as it turn to its light counterpart.

The white one seem undeterred with the dark one rage, as it focuses on Graves that was weakly looking at both of them. "His time is not yet to come, dear Wolf."

"What do you mean? He is there vulnerable to sate my hunger."

"My dear friend, you must be patience." The white one then walks back and vanishes from Graves sight. The dark one glance back to Graves and growl, it then also vanishes just like the light one.

Graves...

Another voice said, this one was different than the previous two. it was melancholic but not soft, the voice tone had a suppressed rage in it. The voice could not be heard through his ears like the two figures moments ago, this time he could hear it through his mind.

How I sympathize you, all those day of suffering led to this very miserable moment. A moment that will be remembered as your end. While he enjoys the spoils that you worked so much, you suffered as the day pass, for his enjoyment.

The voice was fueling the anger inside his heart, Graves closes his eyes in hopes to dampen the voice.

We could feel the anger inside of you. Even if you deny it, we could feel it present inside your heart. Give in to your hate, Graves... I could feel your anger... Only through anger, can you kill him...

Suddenly his started to growl as the voice started to make him angry, he was breathing in a more faster pace and soon his pain was no longer there. His eyes was shot open and it could be seen that he was more angrier that he could ever been.

We are no different Graves... We are a cursed kind... There is a curse that we have to fulfill that is to GAIN OUR VENGEANCE TO THE BETRAYERS!

"TWISTED FATE!" Graves roared as he hold the stock of his shotgun with his right hand. Soon, he was standing on his two feet and more energy flooding his body. His body felt no pain and his mind was blinded by his rage. He was unconsciously….. a monster.

Caitlyn was about to come down the platform but a shout shocked her eardrums, filling her heart with fear. She looked at Graves and something impossible had happened, Graves was still alive, breathing and standing. His left arm was useless as she could see it was merely dangling at his body, not moving at all. Still his legs were moving perfectly and his shotgun was carried with his only capable arm.

How? This is impossible! she thought as she was quite panicked.

So many question flooding her mind, trying to justify the illogical thing that was happening in front of her. She had no time to think about it, she took her rifle from her back and rest it on the handles of the platform. She look through her scope and aims at the chest of Graves. Graves focused and calm down even though her hands were shivering as ever.

Graves just walk toward the platform, with every step it sends a message to the Sheriff that she was going to die, making her more fearful towards him. His face shows anger and rage, nothing seem to be stopping him, even the fatal wounds that he endure was just mere distraction. His breath was steady but had immense power just like a bull wanting to destroy anything that in its path.

Caitlyn prepares herself to pull the trigger, she aims at the man chest and hold her breath...

BANG

She missed...

Her rifle let out a bullet casing and she grunted, Graves was getting nearer as the second pass and she must put him down fast. Thankfully Graves was not shooting the platform like he did previously but she suspected him to get more closer range to make one decisive shot. The Sheriff did the same thing that was aiming at the man heart and hold her breath. Time slowed down and silence deaf her ears, slowly she squeezes the trigger...

BANG

BANG

BANG

All of them missed...

Caitlyn made a mistake as the moment that she want to pull the trigger she panicked. Her breaths was suddenly became uneven and in a more faster pace. She shook her head trying to get herself back to the form that she was before. Sweat runs down her forehead as she shivers.

Come on Caitlyn, you could do this. Just calm down.

Caitlyn took her rifle and crouch down with one leg on her knee, she desperately changed the magazine of her rifle and tried her best to control her breathing. She looked at Graves and he continued his approach towards the platform.

You could do this.

She got up and rest the rifle on the handle bar once again, she look through the scope and saw Graves raising his shotgun with just one hand.

BOOM

Graves shot the platform and it resulted a chain of explosion that destroys all the struts. Caitlyn just realized that she was failing down with the platform. A cloud of dust form and she enter it as she fell down to the ground, soon her sight was nothing but darkness. She braces herself hitting the floor.

As the officers celebrated, all of them silenced as a thunderous explosion could be heard. All of the officers looked at the factory worryingly. Civilians screamed and panicked as the ground shakes significantly and the media was still updating their news with faces that was uneasy. Jones looked at the factory with eyes widen in shocked, his instinct proved to be right.

"No…." mumbled the Commissioner.