Cult of Syn MxM (Staten Krown)

11

"What the fuck are you doing Wade?" I ask Wade.
He looks at me with his one good eye. That good eye shows just how bat shit crazy Wade has become. Wade starts laughing as though his favorite comedian just told a joke and he is the only one that heard it. He looks over at me. Sampson and I look get out of the car to see that he's standing over a barricaded building. Smoke is rising out of that building.

All I can hear are the screams. The terrifying screams.

"I'm doing what you taught me," he says.

"There are people in there," I tell him.

Sampson runs forward at that moment. He's attempting to clear the barricades to let the people out. He doesn't see the bat that Wade has hiding behind his back. I run after Sampson barely making it before Wade takes a big ass swing at Sampson. I pull Sampson back and the both of us fall on the ground. One second later and Sampson's head would have been mashed on the side of the pavement.

I'm shocked that Wade literally just aimed a bat at Sampson's head. He's not playing any games and that's clear.

"This is the point," Wade tells me, "You taught me Syn. On one of your sermons you told me...when things aren't fair, they are flammable."

Wade circles around me and Sampson with bat in hand. He hits his bat several times in his palm. He wants to let us know that he's ready to use it again. Wade is threatening us. That boy that I knew is gone. That innocence went straight to hell. Wade is murderous right now. There is no other way to put it. He has completely fucking lost it and he's about ready to take the rest of us out with him if need be. I keep hold of Sampson preventing him from running forward. I can tell he wants to risk it. He's just looking for an opening.

That's when I realize that maybe I have to provide it for him.

I make eye contact with Sampson.

If he can EVER read my mind, then this is the time. I needed to distract Wade so Sampson could take him out. That's the only chance we would get of getting out of there.

"I did say that once. I did say when things aren't fair, they are flammable and that you should light them on fire. THINGS. Not people," I explain, shaking my head, "You don't kill people Wade. You don't burn people to the ground. You burn the system to the ground."

"The people are the system," Wade replies, "The powerful take what they want. They have corrupted this world so badly that there is no more sense of fairness. Don't you get that Syn? HUH! No one helped me when they beat me. Every day I wake up feeling those blows. No one even followed up when my mother died. It was acceptable to them. It was an accident. Well the days of convenient accidents are done. Now is the day of Syn. Now is when shit starts happening on purpose..."

Wade is laughing like a comic book villain. My heart is beating faster. He is having this bout of emotion explaining this to me.

Maybe that's why he doesn't see Sampson running at him from the left. He doesn't see Sampson charge him. Sampson tackles Wade to the ground as hard as he can and I have to say Sampson is one strong motherfucker.

"Help them!" Sampson screams.

His voice is hoarse and desperate. He's wrestling Wade on the ground and Wade is putting up a damn good fight. Wade is struggling to come up from underneath Sampson.

I can't help him either.

I have to save these people. Who would have thought? Me, Syn Clinton was being a hero for once in my fucked up life. I was putting away my horns and running to someone's rescue. All I needed right now was some blue tights and a cape.