The Monster Inside Me

Chapter One

The gunshot and the noise of shattered glass was still loud into his ears as he exited the car. His feet touching the ground made him sick to his stomach, knowing that once again he got into Meridian's territory wearing one of their uniforms. He wasn't one of them today, he never actually was; he had always worn an uniform that didn't suit him, he served people that didn't deserve to be served, made horrible things, but now it was different. He might have been wearing their uniform but he was there to defeat them, once for all. His first thought went back to Emily, she had left him in the middle of nowhere to find Nick, which was totally fine for him. He made the mistake to keep things from her, he didn't even know why he did it. He could trust Emily, as she had said she understood him, and he understood her too; he really believed that it was what brought them near, being similar. They both went through hell and back, him emotionally, her also physically, they made bad things, but now they had tried to move on with their lives and he felt so happy with her. Saying he wasn't in love would have been a lie, he had been falling for her since Moldova and once they got back his feelings only grew stronger. He should have told her, he should have just opened his eyes and told her he loved her back, but he was scared. Scared that if she would have known everything about him she would have run away, like everyone else. He wasn't innocent, he had to be honest with himself, he still felt like he was a monster even though he had put a wall around that part of himself. He had told her the worst part of the story and he was now a better person, but there were still a lot of informations to share with her, some of them came up in the car, and she had all reasons to make him step away. He knew she wouldn't have shot him, Emily Byrne was not able to miss a shot, she just wanted to scare him and let him step back.

He looked around, seeing a lot of men in a uniform and some other people dressed normal, they must have been refugees, what was this all about? As he was about to enter the building he spot a man, he recognized him instantly, it was Armstrong. He tried to follow him with his eyes, trying to be natural. A sudden anger raised inside him, he needed to get his revenge. He wouldn't have killed him maybe, but had beaten him up for sure. He felt like the wall he had built up around him disappeared, freeing the monster he always thought he was once again. He got near him, his eyes burning, his hands tight in fists. He saw him disappear under a closed door and he suddenly took control over his body again. What was he doing? He had to act normal otherwise someone would have found out.

He saw one of the guards watching him, suddenly walking away when their eyes met, entering the building. Damn, he was already screwed. He followed him, taking him onto one of the closed doors of was looked like a storage and then hit him in the head. He would have never knew if he had killed him, but that man was out for a while, which was good. He actually didn't even want to know if he had added another name to the list of people he had killed, he had to breathe, and knowing the list might have gotten longer didn't help.

"She is here, we don't really know here but that bitch is here" he heard a man's voice saying as he was walking on the corridor and he slowed down.

"Are you talking about that FBI agent?" the other man asked.

"Yes, the boss said they got her, I guess she is gonna open that mouth or either he will make her" they were talking about Emily.

Suddenly his rage disappeared, if Emily was there it meant she was in danger. He knew she could defend herself, but at the same time if they had somehow captured her and they needed informations they would have tortured her, she wouldn't have talked for sure. He couldn't let them. He couldn't stay there knowing that Emily might have been going through torture again. He saw a knife on one of the boxes laying there, it might have been used to open them due to it's small size, but it was perfect to be hidden into his sleeve. He knew that the armed guards could have just shot him sooner than he could even pull out that knife, but he could use it easier with the non armed ones. A kife was definitely more silent than a gun and he could always stab them in the leg. Once again, he didn't have to kill them to make them step away.