Lost in the Depth

Extermination

"Round them up," I tell the soldiers. "Cuff them all together and take them into the pick up vans, 50 in each."

"But miss the vans only have room for 30," Captain Stevens says.

I glare at him. "I don't care, do what you have to do to fit them all in. We are running out of time captain."

I feel Antonio's eyes glaring into me and it takes everything in me to not turn and look at him.

He's got the tape over his mouth, otherwise I know he'd be throwing a million remarks my way right now.

And I don't blame him, because I already know I'm going to hell for this.

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Three hours earlier

Antonio

It takes a lot of strength not to talk to Rayna for the rest of the day. I don't know why. It feels like the last two weeks again, but worse.

After what went down at my place that night, we went back to our enemy relationship. I bullied the fuck out of her and she physically abused the shit out of me. I missed our heart to hearts back then, but now I just miss her. And it hasn't even been an hour since I talked to her.

This time it's different. It's like this unspoken thing between us. I can't talk to her. She can't talk to me. Because of what I said last night. I silently scold myself for the billionth time. If I had just kept my damn mouth shut and my feelings out of the way things would be normal right now.

Though I don't really know what normal is with our relationship anymore.

I know she'd at least be talking to me.

We go to classes but only for half the day's worth and Rayna and I share lots of uncomfortable eye contact. 

As soon as classes are over, I go to headquarters. I need to get some work done to get my mind off of this shit show.

Walking down to the lounge, I hear screams and gunshots from the basement. It's not out of place but something about it catches my attention. I decide to head down to check it out.

Maybe torturing a few people will take my mind off Rayna.

Walking down the dim-lit hallway of the basement, the screams get louder and louder. I stop by the nearest cell and open the door.

"Go to hell. You're not getting shit from me," Will Reynolds spits in Captain Warner's face.

The captain shoots his leg and Will screams in pain, cursing a million different cuss words.

"I'll take it from here, captain," I tell Warner in a commanding tone, acting as if I knew about this whole thing. I'm not exactly the biggest fan of Will. He's always in the way. It's no secret he has a big fat preschool crush on Rayna. And it annoys the fuck out of me, especially since she's so oblivious to it.

But this just isn't right.

"But I'm under strict orders sir," Warner responds, his head down. He's been like this since that night. And every time he avoids my eyes in shame, I savor watching him squirm under my glare.

I can't stand to look at him, though. I should've killed him that night for what he did to Rayna that night.

I really fucking should have. 

The urge to shoot him overtakes me out of nowhere and I get my gun out of the back of my jeans. Why the hell not.

I aim at his head and pull the trigger. His body slumps against a wall, his eyes still open in shock, though void of any life now.