Opaque

24 | Transforming into Haze

"Beware of him that is slow to anger; for when it is long coming, it is the stronger when it comes, and the longer kept. Abused patience turns to fury." - Francis Quarles

Chapter Twenty-Four

"Hello."

"Angie, where are you," Agent Beta exclaimed through the phone. I had to remove my cell phone a solid feet away to protect my ears from hearing loss.

Balancing the phone with my right hand, I steered the FBI licensed car with my left.

"I'm going to take care of something," I said after her voice had gone down a few notches.

"I know," she said, her voice rising again.

"You do?"

I could've sworn I hadn't informed her or anyone else before I left. This was, after all, a personal matter.

"Of course! You forgot to sign out from the system," she said, her voice frantic.

I cursed under my breath and hit the steering wheel in frustration. Anger began to control my body from the minute I saw the text. It was impossible for me to stop, but I hadn't thought I'd make some foolish mistake in my path. I should've logged out.

I heard Agent Beta ramble on about something that wasn't of importance to me at that moment. I took in a few deep breaths as I continued to drive on the, fortunately, semi-empty highway. A few cars drove past me every now and then, but luckily there wasn't any traffic.

"Would you be a dear and log me out," I said, honey dripping from my voice.

"No! Not until you tell me exactly where you're going and why," she said in a high-pitch voice.

"You should know already," I said, keeping my eyes on the setting sun and the darkening roads. I turned the headlights on.

If she had found the computer logged in, she would've definitely seen my search history.

"I do, but I want to hear from your mouth," she said, slightly more calm than before.

Fiery tears fell from my eyes as I tried to keep the car in control. It was not a good idea to drive while rage blinded your logic. I didn't know why I was so upset. Everywhere I looked, all I saw was hot, fiery, red. I had murder on my mind, poison on my tongue, and a knife in my hand. I was ready to kill, but my subconscious struggled against the rage.

I wasn't normally a bloodthirsty savage, but the text had hit me hard. Last time, I had spared the sender and collapsed in a messy heap. But this time, someone would fall and that would most definitely not be me.

"I can't explain it, but I need to do something before things became out of control," I said, pressing my foot on the accelerator, increasing the speed.

I needed to get to the location as quickly as possible and if the GPS system in the car was functioning properly, then I was only an hour away from my destination.

"Who is Scarface," she asked.

"I don't know, but he's going to be unrecognizable once I'm done with him," I said, gritting my teeth, wiping away stray tears.

Images of the day Blaze infiltrated Irwin High were clear as day in my memories. While I had planned the whole attack-it was an attempt to capture Blaze red-handed-I hadn't incorporated the possibility of a meltdown in my plan. My tears, the flashbacks, the gun shots, all were burning behind my eyelids.

Scarface would pay, I'd make sure of it.

"Be careful Angie," Agent Beta said, her voice bringing me out my murderous thoughts.