The blood careened through my veins; my heart throbbed. It hurt. The intense pain coursed through me, clearing my sinuses and emptying my mind. She held his limp, doll-like body in her arms as salted tears dripped down her face and fell into his lap.
She pressed her face deep into his bloody chest and sobbed. Her cry seemed to echo through the air around me, forcing me to experience her pain. It surrounded me, like thick smoke in an empty room.
I placed my hand on her shoulder, she was laced with pain, her muscles tensing and her blood pumping. She had fallen into his body, descending deep into the bowels of his soul. It was as if she was dying herself, unmoving but sobbing just the same. I turned to glance at Renyolds, in his stance of superiority, retreating a small gun into his coat pocket. He flashed a slight grin as he held his head high.
His gruff voice spoke, "I'm truly tiredof all this."
Renyolds retreated into the large, glimmering elevator embedded in the hard rock behind him.
"I dOn't take kInDly to trAitOrs," Renyolds spoke with a tinge of empathy in his voice, "but you knew that already, didn't you sam?"
At that, the elevator doors creaked closed, and the metal box ascended with a scream of grinding metal. I swiveled my body and gazed at her.
"Kytan?"
She sobbed, lifting herself off his blood-stained body, "Yeah?"
"We have to go." The words felt a knife forcing its way up my throat,
"We can't leave him," Her voice quivered, a sadness pressed deep into her vocal cords.
"We can get him help, we can save him, we can-"
"We can't! Luke is dead!"
Tears dripped from my eye sockets, piercing the rocky ground with their graceful touch. She collapsed on the ground next to Luke's body, weeping.
She produced a soft screech into Luke's cold body. She gripped his bright flannel coat with an intensity that should have torn through it. My face felt hot, a burning anger had begun to course through my body. Without my permission, the adrenaline tore through my bloodstream. My sorrow quickly morphed into anger. I wanted to kill Renyolds.
'Maybe I could.' The thought wispered through my conscience.
'What if I killed Renyolds. Revenge for what he did.'
I made my way to the lift and slammed the button. I drew a small silver blade out of my back pocket as the elevator doors slid open. I took the large lift up, slowly.
After a while, the lift stopped, and the doors slid open to reveal a small office. A desk sat in the back of the room, with bookshelves lining the walls. Renyolds was perched in the chair, staring at his monitor.
"Such a shame it came to this." Renyolds spoke without removing his eyes from the screen.
"Let me guess," He spoke very calmly, "here to kill me?"
"This isn't me." The words escaped my mouth choked and restrained.
"Perhaps what I said earlier was false," there was a slight frustration in his words, "perhaps there are do-overs."
A damp cloth clasped over my mouth, as a strong arm held me by the neck. I struggled for freedom as the world blurred over. My eyes burned, my mouth splintered open, I could feel the liquid penetrating my body and my brain, like a bad decision, it clouded out all rational thought Like a cold breeze, it hit me at once and-
"Wake up Ryan."
I opened my eyes to see Luke hunched over me.
"What happened?" The boss snarled as he glared down at me.
"He did something that we could not predict."
The dark walls were caked in wiring and small screens. It was a small space, hidden from the eye's view.
The large man towered over me like a skyscraper. I fell deeper into my desk chair and glanced over at the screen. The boys were up, and it looked like they were talking to each other.
"Even with all he went through, his morals still overruled the anger. But we took the chance and reset. I believe that if we play our cards right, we can force him into a decision that works in our favor"
"Good, don't fail again."
