Not gonna lie to you guys, this chapter is kinda sad and even I teared up a little while I was writing this.
"That son of a BITCH!" Sixx shouted as he threw a table over causing several glasses to break. Not like it matter Ryan could afford more cups. "How the hell did I let him get the jump on me!?"
"Sixx calm down," Sonya practically pleaded with her brother but there was no way in hell that Sixx was going to calm down. Not until he had Logan's throat beneath his foot. "I know you're mad but-"
"Mad can't even come close, I swear I'm gonna kill that lying little son of a-" Sixx couldn't finish the sentence, instead he just threw over a chair that he saw cracked on impact. They were in a spare house that Ryan had in case of emergencies, he didn't know how he found them all but he did and now Sixx had to wait for word on Joe, who'd had a ruptured lung along with four shattered ribs. His injuries were enough to prompt Ryan to take him to the hospital though he hadn't a clue what they'd say happened. "Joe probably won't make it, and Lissa's dead Sonya. She's dead! And it's all because of that, that- UGH!"
Sixx threw a punch at the nearest thing he could which just happened to be a wall and his first busted right through the thin wood plank. With drawing his now bruised hand Sixx pressed his forehead against the wall before he sank down to the floor guilt washing over him like a tidal wave. He'd been right there, right next to the guy who'd killed Lissa in the hotel. She didn't even do anything, but he slaughtered her like the animal that he was. Sixx didn't see what he'd done to the poor girl but it must've been bad if Ryan burned the building down to the ground.
Sixx headbutted the wall as hard as he could over and over until he began to feel the warm trickle of blood going down his face. He deserved it though, he thought as even more guilt came over him when Greg came into his head. The last time he'd seen Greg's face was when Flannery was sitting beside him tears streaming down both of their faces while he drank Logan's blood to save him. Grief and despair over took Sixx as he cried out and began to punch the wall over and over, bloodying his knuckles until finally the pain was not only emotional but physical as well.
Finally not able to hold it in anymore Sixx doubled holding himself up with his hands as he let out a sob. That must've been all that Sonya could handle because she rushed over to him and he felt her arm drape itself over his shoulders. Clamping his eyes shut to prevent the burning tears from escaping, Sixx let her draw him closer to her as he fought to hold in his tears. Sonya began stroking his back telling him that they'd somehow find Logan and finish this, but Sixx knew better. There was absolutely no way they'd be able to find Logan if he went back to the Void where all Devils come from. There was just no way to get there for human or demi, only a full blooded Devil could take them there and the chances of that happening were non-existent.
"We'll find him," Sonya cooed as she gently rubbed Sixx's back, but he couldn't help but wonder who she was talking about, Logan or Greg.
Sixx wasn't stupid. He knew that Sonya, along with Flannery had developed some serious feelings for Greg. He didn't mind that at all now. Not since Sixx heard Greg's sad story from his own lips, which made Sixx feel like such a heartless jerk for acting the way he did to the guy. And the fact that Greg more or less admitted he didn't care whether he lived or died as long as he could save one life made Sixx's heart feel like it was being torn out of him. Too bad the life he saved happened to be the one who's been trying to kill him all along.
"I couldn't-" Sixx sobbed into Sonya's shoulder which was the only thing keeping him sane right now was his sister's embrace. "I couldn't save him.. I was right there and I couldn't protect Greg!"
"You tried Eric," Sonya whispered in order to hide the crack that no doubt would've happened had she spoken with real volume. "You tried to save him, and as long as we keep it up we'll save him."
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Don't Touch
FantasyGreg Allen is or...was an average Canadian teenage boy. Until one day he and his girlfriend got a little too steamy in his room, and she was terribly poisoned by his touch. Blaming himself for her death, Greg goes on the run to America. There he mee...