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Kylar opened the door of the clinic, and stepped in. Marisa was on him in a second, with a knife to his throat. Did not expect that. Marisa's expression was fierce, until she realized who it was that she was holding up. She withdrew the knife, and tucked it away into it's sheath. "Kylar, what's going on? I heard gunshots..." She trailed off, noticing the blood on his duster. "What did you do?" She asked suspiciously.
By then, Micheal had taken notice of Kylar. "What's going on?" He called from the other side of the curtain.
"Answer me Kylar." She growled, with a vigor that Kylar hadn't known that she possessed. "What did you do?"
Kylar frowned. He didn't want to, but she was his employer. No choice. "I found a Phantom." He said bluntly. "You know the rest." Marisa stared at Kylar, and turned away. "Marisa, you know what they did. I didn't have a choice."
Marisa whirled on him. "No." She hissed. "No you didn't. But I do. As of right now, your contract is null and void. You're fired!"
Micheal blinked. "Whoa, Marisa, take it easy. He was getting back at the people who fucked up his life!"
Marisa stalked to the other side of the curtain, and turned on Micheal. "When the hell did you start taking his side, huh!"
Micheal raised his hands. "I didn't, but revenge, I can understand, and empathize with." He sighed deeply, and put his hands down. "Cut him some slack."
"No." Marisa was on a roll, and she wasn't going to stop. "He's got so much shit to deal with, it's starting to effect me, and you, and my Father. I'm not going to deal with him anymore! Because of him, I lost more than a week looking for Dad, lost Amata's dad, lost my self-confidence, for letting him do every goddamn thing, not even getting the opportunity to show him what I'm capable of! He's raised more hell than I want to deal with." Marisa took a deep breath, calming herself. "He's fired."
Marisa turned around. "Now get out o-" She stopped, and looked around the room. All she saw was the door close. She turned around, and saw Micheal gesture at the door wildly. "Go after him!" He said hurriedly.
"Why?"
"Because we need him! Or because you do, or because you can't end a relationship like that! Go talk to him!" Micheal shouted.
Marisa jumped down his throat before he could finish what he was going to say. "What fucking relationship!" She nearly yelled.
Oh fuck. "Not that kind of relationship, but any relationship! Whatever he was to you, he was important! Go find him!"
Marisa turned around, and headed for the door. "Fuck this." She growled. The door opened, and slammed shut.
... Kylar's POV ...
"...fired!"
Kylar stopped. Stopped breathing. Stopped thinking. Stopped everything.
Fired?
But. I have to finish the contract.
But. Marisa.
Micheal?
Hello body. Please stop hyperventalating. Please stop fighting back confusion. Please stop blinking back the not-tears. Hello?
Please stop the madness.
...Hello?
Kylar found himself outside, unable to control his legs. Maybe he was going to the Brass Lantern?
No. Fuck no.
Forwards still. Up a ramp. To the right.
Moriarty's.
Kylar opened the door, and staggered over to the counter. "Gob." He croaked.
Gob knitted his brow in confusion. He'd never seen Kylar like this before. He was blinking frequently, and had a lost, confused look about him. "You alright smooth-skin?" Gob asked, still looking Kylar over.
He shook his head. "No."
"What happened?"
Kylar pounded his fist down onto the counter. Hard. "Shut up." He had to control himself to keep from shouting. "Give me your strongest drink." Gob, and the rest of the customers, just stared at Kylar. Some left. Some went back to their own damn business. Some, like Lucy West, tried to calm Kylar down.
"Kylar, relax. What happ-"
Kylar grabbed her by the wrist, and squeezed. "Shut. Up." Kylar growled menacingly. "And leave me alone." He heard something...what was it? Part of Kylar's senses came back to Earth as he realized that he was hurting Lucy. His hand popped off of her. "Just leave me alone." Kylar whispered. He grabbed the drink that Gob had brought out, and fell into a chair in the corner.
One Hour Later.
Kylar had finished the bottle, and had ordered another. And another. The whole while, he kept quiet, even when Moriarty came in to shout at him. Nothing changed from the moment he sat down. His shoulders slumped, eyes unfocused, a blank face that bordered on grief-stricken. On the whole, the embodiment of depression. Nova couldn't shake him out of his funk. Nor could Gob. Billy, Nathan, even Moira came when she heard.
And in walked Lucas Simms. "Alright Kylar." The sheriff said, irritated. "That's it. Get the hell out of my town." Kylar didn't respond. Click. The sheriff's gun was now cocked, and aimed directly at Kylar's head. "You heard me and I goddamn know it. Get up." Kylar stood, and looked Simms in the eye.
"I'm not causing you trouble Sheriff."
"Bulls-"
Kylar cut Simms off. "Not anymore." He tore off his knife, tranquilizer pistol, SA80, and various hidden weapons on his person, dropping them carelessly on the ground. "I'm done." Kylar whispered. "Just leave me alone."
Simms looked Kylar over, and put his gun to the side. "What are you on Kylar? Jet?"
"Nothing."
"Then what the hell excuse are you going to come up with to explain yourself now?"
Kylar shook his head. Again. "None. I retire. I'm done." He glanced at the ground, and picked up one of the silenced .10mm pistols in the small pile. "I'm going to drink myself to oblivion, and then go."
Simms eyed the pistol. "Don't you even think about it." He warned.
Again the shaking. "I won't Sheriff. Don't worry."
Simms took one last look at him before turning away. "Make sure he doesn't cause any trouble." He muttered to Jericho on the way out.
"Fuck you."
The Survivors had been finished. The sequel is Hunter. The storyline in between the two will be detailed in flashbacks or various other methods throughout the sequel.