13: The Beast Weapons

Greg's body:

John was sitting in the one corner of his room that was not destroyed. He was crying his eyes out but trying to hide it with his bloody hands. The table was on the other side of the room and all the paperwork and things on the table were scattered around the room. Cupboard doors were smashed in, glass windows were shattered, the laptop was snapped and cracked and the chair was split in two. The room was just destroyed. He was so angry. His tears made the dried blood on his knuckles, watery again. There was a knock on the door and he immediately screamed back; "LEAVE ME ALONE!" He was acting like a teenager again and even he knew it. His revenge plan was starting to come together and Jackel was already onto them. How had he known? Does this mean the plan would have to be changed, again? It didn't matter to him, even if he lost to Jackel, at least he would see his brother, father and mother and Sylvie. He missed her so much. Her smile, her voice, her laugh, her beautiful face. He missed her so much and he regretted that he never told her how he felt. He was an idiot, at least he thought so anyway. Truth was, Sarah looked like Sylvie. He only employed Sarah to remind himself of the girl he lost and what he must avenge. The door creaked open and Sarah walked in with 3 men behind her. "The district's ammunition is running low on supplies and ammunition. We can't keep this up. We need to seek help from the District Centre. The Pure are attacking all the smaller Districts, they know they are running low. We can't keep this up, we need..." Sarah said but was quickly interrupted; "We need to kill Jackel! That's what we need to do. Who cares about the Pure's attacks, if we let Jackel get away and Sabre rise from the grave we will all be screwed and the war will be won by the Pure instantly!" Sarah replied sharply; "Sir, with all due respect, you don't seem to be in the place to rule the district. You are grieving your dead brother after his body has been returned to the steps of our court. You seek revenge on Jackel, a mad man who has been around for at least a century, where as the district needs help. We can't keep this up. Our district will be attacked within a matter of days!" John turned to face the window and replied quietly; "Jackel has killed millions of men and women. Children and elderly, and you're telling me you'd rather put him on hold and attack the Pure, who are attacking miniature districts? If we put Jackel on hold he'll kill more people and gain more power, he might even get away and attack this district! We are hunting Jackel down, end of! The pure can wait." Sarah winced at John and huffed, she turned away and clicked her fingers. One of the men behind her pulled something along behind him an tossed it next to John's legs. John glared down and his eyes enlarged at the sight he saw. Greg's far stared up at him. His jaw open wide, screaming. His eyes were gone, leaving a large black hole in its place. His throat was slit and from the hole in the neck, a throbbing heart could be seen. His stomach was slit open and hollowed out. The guts from within were sewed to his broken back, as were his missing arms and legs. A cold tear formed in the corner of John's eye and he gagged at the sight e saw. He looked at Sarah with rage in his eyes. He said through gritted teeth; "Why the fuck would you do that, you crazy whore? Did you think bringin my dead brother in here would make me do what you want?" Sarah stared at John and smirked a little and replied; "Yes and no. I knew you would feel sad and would feel weak, beaten. Maybe I thought you would see what this mad man's doing, you would stay out of it and help your people." John walked forward a few paces, pointing at Sarah; "You psychotic bitch! By showing me what he can do, you have made me want to stop him even more because he's still out there, doing this to people! He is sick! The Pure have attacked Districts before. We can use that to our advantage. We can take the Jackel down with the Beast Weapons we steal, whilst the Pure are attacking a nearby District. They reunite back at their base, right? Then we catch them going back to their base. We send a spy into the District and tell us when they leave, tell us where they go and we attack using the Beast Weapons. Then we can kill Sabre as soon as he is resurrected because we will have the Weapons!" Sarah shook her head in disapproval; "Oh, John. Y'know, you were a good man. A very kind, loving, funny man. But now you're just a ball of anger and hate. You're going to bring this District and all the good, kind inhabitants of it down with you. Your revenge plan for the Jackel will be the end of us all. That is why I must take you down." John's eyes got smaller as he focused on Sarah's face. He straightened up and snapped back; "What?" She turned and walked out of the room. The three men took their guns from their holsters and aimed at John's head. "All right men... Shoot to kill." One of the men rushed out of the room, afraid of turning in his District's leader. He shouted as he ran, begging to be forgiven. John raised his hands and said; "That man was smart, I suggest you follow his lead." The two remaining men pulled the trigger and bullets flew through the air. John dodged them all and ran forward, swinging his dagger. He caught one of the men's kneecap and the man fell backwards on his butt. John met the other man's kneecap with a kick and he went down screaming. He stabbed the screaming one in the neck and ended his noise but before he could even turn to gaze at the other one, a bullet passed through his stomach. Blood poured out as did his screams. He placed his Han ontop of the wound, trying to keep the blood in but Sarah came back in the room and kicked him in the stomach, making him roll onto his back. She crouched over him and said; "Sorry about this, but you are just not in the shape to rule this District. This District needs help, needs a ruler. Needs me." She stood up and walked out of the room laughing and smiling. The man, who had shot John, lay on the floor holdin his knee. He and John lay on the floor both in agony.