Avery Johnson.
I read the man's name tag on his bulletproof vest, feeling a part of me slip away and vanish like a silent fish under a pond.
This man would live, but not the others.
Have you ever killed anyone? Don't.
If I was to kill again, why save this man's life? I had just killed two in that crash, and there were countless others in my way. If they worked for TreyAM, did that not make them evil?
Saving this man was a crude form of redemption, maybe?
This wasn't like a video game. There was no score, no team, no winning. The lack of anything after killing chilled me to the bone. It was easier to save a life I had almost taken away than to take another life.
But now I would kill more. Maybe this only life saved would make me feel better?
At any rate, my rational conscience was rapidly slipping away in favor of a vampiric frenzy.
I could feel my blood literally boil from the energy within me. The blood on my hands hissed as it evaporated from difference in temperature. My head was a squall of hurt and hate, placing a lens of bloodlust over everything.
I ignored the pain, though. I needed to in order to escape and not truly waste the lives I had taken.
But where was Karen?
I realized, then, that she was most likely still inside that very building.
I was scared, though.
They could probably easily capture me again with enough men, or with the MCS'. Instinct screamed for me to flee, and at that moment, I was being fueled by pure instinct.
Run.
My feet moved of their own accord as half a dozen men emerged from the elevator carrying guns and medical kits.
Kill.
My arm whipped through the air as I sprinted past them. Warmth covered my forearm, and they fell. Still I ran. My head pounded even though my heart did not, matching the frantic pace of my bare feet on the tile.
Instinct was suppressing the medicine they had given me, but everything still seemed too visceral.
Jump.
I pushed as hard as I could with my legs, cracking the tile and was airborne. Over the edge of the 200 story building I went.
Now that I was falling, fear won over instinct. Desperately, I snatched at air, trying to find a grip on nothing.
I screamed all the way down.
As I tumbled uncontrollably, I glimpsed the ground in flashes. On the busy street people were tiny specks and cars were lined up in neat rows.
How could I have done something this stupid? Anyone, even a vampire, would die from this height, right? The voice inside that told me to jump was being drowned out by fear and the rush of wind, so now I could only fall helplessly.
I was wondering darkly how everyone would react to me punching a hole into the road when I slammed into the concrete. I didn't make a hole, but my body nearly exploded from the force of the impact. I had landed flat on my back, with a nice view of where I had jumped from.
Bones shattered, organs ruptured. Hell, my arm was snapped off like a Popsicle stick when I landed and bent it behind me.
For a few shattered seconds full of screams, shouts, and pain, I was in pieces.
