Author's Note: I apologize for the update delay. I don't like keeping readers waiting too long, but I'm not a person who likes the holiday season. Christmas is the most depressing time of the year for me. So it's been rough getting this chapter completed.
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*Chapter 14*
Three men enter into an abandoned building after stealing a car and robbing a store. They use the abandoned building as a hideout. Upon entering into the building, they scream happily at their decent score of roughly seven hundred dollars.
"Hey, shhh…" The first man said at the sight of the blood drops on the floor. "Blood…" He points down at the drops. "We have an intruder."
"Shit..." The second man muttered. "Yo dawg… If whoever's blood that is, is still here then that means a witness."
"Or a thief." The third man stated.
"You hid our stash, right?" The first man asked.
"Of course I did." The second man replied. "I ain't an idiot, dawg."
"Let's cut the bullshit and see if this person is still here." The third man said.
They walk further into their hideout with following the trail of blood drops. The blood drops lead them to an area with a table, stools and equipment of theirs. They approach with caution. One of them grabs the bloody pliers.
"What the fuck…?" The second man said as he picks up the pliers.
"It's a bullet." The first man said in surprise.
A bullet is something none of the men were expecting to see in their hideout. The first man pulls out a sidearm from his jacket. The second man pulls out his concealed knife. The third man grabs a board of wood that's nearby. The men are prepared and ready to face whoever may still be in the building.
They continue to follow the drops of blood on the floor. It leads them into an area in the back. But the trail suddenly ends.
"You see any more blood?" The first man asked.
"No, the trail is gone." The third man answered.
The second man leans against a wall. He finds this search to be boring and pointless. Then he hears a creak. But before he can turn around, a hand punches through the wooden wall and grabs him. Apocalypse pulls the second man into the wall as he breaks through it. The second man slams into the wall to the left of the newly created hole. With his free hand, the escaped prisoner throws a cinder block at the only real threat in the room; the man with the sidearm. The cinder block slams into the first man's head. The force of the blow causes major damage and immediate death. The only gun falls to the floor and slides under a table.
The third man attacks the massive person with his weapon; a board of wood. Apocalypse catches in the board of wood in his hand.
"Pathetic insect…" Apocalypse said as he grabs the man by the throat.
As he's been choked, the man takes out a concealed knife with his free hand. The escaped prisoner grabs the man's hand before he can do anything else. Apocalypse pushes the man's knife into his own arm. The man watches as his knife digs into the massive person's left arm and shows absolutely no emotion from it at all.
"Who the fuck are you?" The third man wondered.
"I am the one who will bring a new order to this world." Apocalypse stated in a creepy voice. "A new order where weak, pathetic insects like you are no more. The world has become overrun with the weak. In order for the strong to prevail, the weak must be destroyed. And I am the destroyer."
"You're nuts!"
"No…" He said. "I am Apocalypse."
Apocalypse crushes the man's neck. Then he releases his grip. The dead body falls to the floor.
The escaped prisoner turns around. He walks to the second man who is lying on the floor near the hole in the wall. Apocalypse grabs the man by the ankles. With keeping hold of the man's ankles, he whips the man against walls and support columns. Blood splats out in all directions as the body becomes more and more damaged with every single impact.
Finally, after dozens of impacts with solid surfaces, Apocalypse throws the dead body at the wooden wall. The body crashes through the wall and Apocalypse walks away.
Meanwhile, Sarah McGee drops her brother off at an office building on her way to school. McGee looks up at the five-story building and takes a deep breath. He's never seen a therapist before, but feels there's no other option. He needs help dealing with the aftermath of what happened three weeks ago.
McGee limps off the elevator onto the fifth floor. He eventually enters into a waiting room where he sits down and quickly becomes anxious at the sight of a person sitting across the room. The person is twirling her hair while rocking back and forth. The woman looks up, continues to rock back and forth and just stares at McGee. With the weird lady staring at him, McGee becomes uncomfortable and wants to leave but knows he cannot. The therapist had an opening due to a cancellation which could've been given to an established client instead of a newcomer. So he knows it would be rude of him to leave.
After a couple minutes, a door opens. A person walks out and the secretary calls in McGee. He enters into a room where a woman is sitting on a chair. She stands as he limps into the room.
"You must be Timothy McGee…" The therapist begins to say. "I'm Marilyn O'Desky. It's nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you too." McGee said nervously.
"Come, sit down." Dr. O'Desky said as she sits down in her chair.
McGee sits down on the couch across from her. There's a small table between the two pieces of furniture.
"Relax, put your feet up and take your shoes off if you want." Dr. O'Desky said.
"I've never done this before." McGee said. "How do we start?"
"Why don't you start by telling me why you're here."
"A friend suggested I seek help. So here I am."
"The important thing about seeking help, is realizing you need it."
"I know I need help." He said. "I'm losing control of my life. Just this morning I basically destroyed my apartment."
"Why do you feel you're losing control?"
"It's because of what happened three weeks ago." He said. The explanation goes no further.
"But you don't feel like talking about it." Dr. O'Desky said after reading his body language. "That's alright, Timothy. Therapy takes time. And trust is a big part of it. If a client doesn't trust their therapist and feel comfortable with them, then there's no way the therapist can help. So let's work on that first."
"Alright."
As McGee's therapy session progresses, Jamie enters into an empty coffeehouse. She looks up at the menu trying to figure out what she wants because she's also a bit hungry. Upon making a decision, Jamie approaches the counter where a lone worker has been patiently waiting.
"How may I help you?" The worker asked.
"Medium coffee, black. No milk, no sugar." Jamie answered. "And I'd like a bagel with cream cheese."
Not too long after placing the order, the worker punches the information into the cash register.
"That'll be $5.21." The worker said. Jamie opens her purse.
"This one's on me." Jared said as he forks over a ten dollar bill for the worker to take.
The worker extends his arm to take the money but Jamie quickly puts her own ten dollar bill into his hand.
"Alright, so you're definitely still mad at me." Jared said.
"If you don't leave I'm calling the police." Jamie stated.
"Is this man bothering you, Ma'am?" The worker asked.
"Yes." Jamie said. "He's harassing me." Then she walks away.
"I'll have to ask you to please leave, Sir." The worker stated in a firm tone of voice.
"Butt out pip-squeak." Jared said as he reaches over the counter, grabs the worker and slams his head into the cash register. The worker falls to the floor unconscious.
"Oh, that's real mature of you." Jamie said agitatedly.
"You need to listen me…" Jared begins to say.
"I don't have to listen to a damn thing you say!" Jamie yelled. She walks back to the counter and to the other side.
"I had nothing to do with what happened three weeks ago." He stated.
"I'm not playing your games anymore." She leans down and checks on the worker. With feeling a pulse and seeing the head wound isn't serious, she feels relief. Jamie looks up and glares at her uncle.
"Oh come on, it's not like I killed him." Jared said. "He'll wake up with a bump on the head, a minor bruise and a headache. It's no big deal."
"It is a big deal. You just can't seem to get it through your thick head that our friendship… If you can even call it that… Is over after what you put me and my friends through."
"I swear on my life, I had nothing to do with it." Jared defended himself. "I'm the one who saved you all from it."
"This conversation is over." Jamie said as she walks out from behind the counter.
"Like hell it is…"
Jared grabs his niece by the arm. She starts to struggle with him. But due to her weakened condition of healing injuries, she's unable to fight him off. He pushes her against the wall. A little bit of blood appears on Jamie's shirt on her left side; a couple stitches broke.
"Ah…" Jamie sighed.
"Shit…" Jared said. "I didn't mean to do that."
"Just like you didn't mean to stick me in a death trap."
She pushes him away.
"I don't know what I have to do to convince you I had nothing to do with it."
"Then how did you know where I was?" Jamie asked. "Care to answer that one."
"Gah…" Jared sighed. He hesitates because telling the truth could hinder his future plan of killing millions of people with a deadly, genetically altered virus. There are only two choices for him; let it be known he was involved with Geoffrey Benson's organization, or, lose the only real human connection he's ever felt. The dominant side makes the choice. "I can't explain how I knew. But…"
"Ha!" She laughed. "A likely answer. Now get out of my way." She tries to walk away but her uncle grabs her by the arm again. They struggle. "Let go! You're hurting me."
After a brief struggle, Jamie's back slams hard against the wall. Before she can recoup from the impact, Jared plunges forward. He quickly places one hand on her chin and the other on the back of her head. In one quick swoop, Jamie's neck is broke. Her body falls to the floor.
"You're fantasizing about killing me right now, aren't you?" Jamie wondered.
"No, I'm not." Jared responded.
"I'm still waiting for an answer as to how you knew where I was."
"I can't explain how I knew."
"Ha!" Jamie laughed. "A likely answer. Now get out of my way." She pushes passed her uncle and walks away. "And leave me alone while you're at it."
As his niece walks away, Jared thinks about the fantasy of breaking her neck. Jamie not believing him finally takes its toll. The serial killer side is starting to consume the only bit of real humanity he ever felt. During their friendship he might have subconsciously thought she could help him. But with her now walking out on their odd friendship, it feels like every other time someone gave up on him. Jamie leaving angers him. Their odd friendship vanishing into the darkness has a devastating impact. An impact which may prove to be fatal for her.