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"doomsday is close at hand." -doomsday, lizzy mcalpine
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YOU:
The professor was only causing problems. And you considered yourself to be something of a problem solver. It was quick, and it was clean. A simple bullet to the back of his head got the job done.
There was no method to this kill, no strategy. But at least you were prepared and ready. You felt powerful, almost invincible maybe. It made you wonder if this was the better way. Guns and neat little bullet holes to the head, and the glory that came with being the one to pull the trigger.
You tie up the next girl, knock her out, and bring her out to the middle of nowhere. You could set her loose in those woods, lose her in the depths of the forest.
Pull the trigger.
Just thinking about it sets your heart ablaze.
Take them, free them, track them, kill them.
No.
You force yourself to stop thinking about that. Yet, you can't force the sounds of pounding feet, and racing hearts, panicked, strangled breaths.
But there is a plan to execute, a bigger picture, and you will abide.
For now.
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STERLING AND BRIGGS had followed the lead up to the cabin that belonged to the professor. They had found him, but it was clear that their unsub had gotten to him first. Fogle was dead, one bullet hole to the head.
Neither of the agents spoke a word about the professor. And Dean hadn't spoken to anyone, Lia was seething. Living with the two of them was like tap dancing through a war-zone. Vienna felt as if any second, things would explode.
And on top of all of that, Director Sterling showed up. Seeing that man brought up bad memories for Vienna, as the last time he showed up to the house, a senator's daughter had just been kidnapped, and then Locke....
Vienna blinks, snapping herself from her own thoughts. She was sitting in the kitchen with the rest of the naturals. The director, Sterling, and Briggs had locked themselves in Briggs's study.
Michael was the one to break the silence, as usual. "What in the hell could they possibly be talking about?"
Vienna shrugs wordlessly, lost in thought. Nobody spoke. Everyone in the program had been a bit on edge the past couple of weeks.
