The door to the senator's house was unlocked. No sentries outside. Inside, a few bodies poked out of doorways, carved up.
Johnny recognized those cuts... They were precise, scarring cuts, not immediately lethal if treated quickly. The same ones on Mom...
She had gotten treatment, though, for all the good that had done her, but these guys had been bound and gagged. Bled out like pigs.
Faye ran outside, retching, but Spike and Johnny continued clearing the house. The blood led to the master bedroom, to a grizzly sight.
A bodyguard's remains were splayed across the bed, his belly cut open, his lips carved off, all of his digits severed. As Johnny headed toward the bathroom, it coughed.
The poor SOB was still alive. Spike rushed over to him, putting his ear to the man's lip-less mouth, moving, whispering.
Johnny ignored the scene, he heard mumbling in the bathroom. It sounded manic, psychotic.
"Daddy and Vicious will be so proud of me! I gave up everything for the Dragon. No attachments, nothing to hold me back!"
Johnny kicked in the bathroom door, pistol ready. He had known he wouldn't like what he would see, but he still wasn't prepared.
Carter cradled his wife's body in the corner of the bathroom, his hands and knife dripping with blood. He hadn't carved Sarah up, he had just slit her throat.
Carter looked at Johnny, he didn't recognize him at first, but when he did, his face twisted into a rage-filled caricature.
Johnny didn't let Carter get up. He pulled the trigger. Once, twice, three times. He lost count. It must have been at least fifteen times, though, because when he stopped, the slide was locked back.
His arms dropped to his side, the gun clattered to the floor. He picked it up after a few moments, then walked out.
Spike stopped him at the master bedroom's door.
"You didn't just drive her home, did you, Johnny? How far did it go?" he asked.
"None of your god damned business, Spike." Johnny muttered, pushing Spike out of the way. "Besides, it doesn't matter now, does it? She's dead. Her husband is dead. We're done here. Let's go home."
"Are you really done here, Johnny? Or are you going to be here for a while?" Spike asked.
"Doesn't matter. I'm getting my shit from the Bebop, and I'm leaving again." Johnny replied.