HUMAN

Chapter 46 - Human

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BANG!

It wasn't the shot of the gun. It came from somewhere else. There was a strange pain on his hands. It felt like holding a metal pipe that's shaking vigorously and refusing to stop. 

Before Vincent could aim the handgun at his head, a bullet had streaked past him. Next thing he saw was the gun shattered in pieces on his very hand. He stared at the crumpled firearm and turned to the direction the shot came from.

Just between two wrecked vehicles stood another wolf, one that he'd immediately recognized and only saw a few times on rare and special occasions. 

His presence in the headquarters alone with get everyone's tails between their legs with just a sideway glance from him. 

His uniform was dark green, although slightly tattered. He'd suffered a fair bit of this whole ordeal too. The medals that were usually displayed on his left chest were gone. Vincent had remembered how decorated he was, but a part of him says that he felt neither cared about them. 

A reason that Vincent won't find out. Nonetheless, it didn't matter much to him. Because the very man that pulled the strings was right in front of him. The very man responsible for moving the chess pieces to dominate the opposite side. 

The Commander.

Smoke escaped the barrel of his gun as he lowered his arm. Vincent's mind snapped back to reality. 

What is he, The Commander, suddenly doing here out of all places? How come he didn't make his presence known while the chaos between Frank and Isaiah ensued? 

And. . .

Did he really just try to kill himself?

He grabbed onto his hand that still held the hand gun that was falling apart, struggling to keep it from shaking. They felt cold. Not just the metal, but his entire arm that it sent a shiver down his spine. 'What the actual hell was I thinking?'

'If father or Max saw this, what would they think?' 

'Would they look down in shame because I just tried to take my life?

'Would they understand that I practically have no options left?' 

"Don't worry, you wouldn't be able to pull the trigger anyway." Vincent looked up to the wolf. 

His voice was gruff. More rougher than Frank's. Vincent had also noticed The Commander's smoking habit which seemed to be a lot worse compared to Frank's. "I know you better than you think, Vincent." The Commander said, his eyes tired, but pierced through Vincent's soul. He could sense that he isn't one to talk bullshit. 

Although, he might be right on that part now that Vincent actually thought about it. How did he read him so well. 

"Then why did you shoot the gun out of my hands?" Vincent asked. "Better to cut to the meat of this conversation. I'm not going to spend time with negotiations." 

Vincent dropped the damaged gun. He can't use it against him, or against The Commander. He needed to recuperate from what he was just trying to do. The Commander tilted his head at him and shifted his focus behind Vincent. 

Frank's body. 

'Why is he acting so nonchalant. . .'  Vincent thought. 

The Commander holstered his hand gun and sighed. "He was already a goner the moment Isaiah pommeled the blade into his heart. . ."