Asunder

He was right

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She got a call from Tracy who informed her that Mads was improving and that she hadn't craved any bliss in the last few days. She was thinking about driving over to the Jail today, but the Dep has been busy so she hopes Wheaty will drive her.

She walks back into the Wolf's Den, and she goes over to the kitchen area for a snack. She makes a sandwich and suddenly, she doesn't feel like having a sandwich. She feels slightly dizzy, but she turns around, seeing Pratt sitting in his chair with his shotgun in his hands. Her head started spinning, the feeling was familiar, her body felt light. She drops her sandwich, and she goes over, grabbing the shotgun from his hands and tossing it behind her.

The male stands up, "What-?!" Then the deputy falls to his knees after Wheaty delivers a blow to the back of his head. She watches Tammy tie up Pratt and they load him into the truck, immediately starting to drive.

She sits in the front as Wheaty drives. No music plays on the radio and she just holds the knife the Deputy gave her in her hands.

They stop and they push Pratt forward, "What is wrong with you all! That... that bliss... no!" He struggles but Wheaty pushes on him, pointing his rifle to the back of Pratt's head. She just watches as they near a group of white houses with boxes of white flowers. The Compound. She walks with Tammy and soon she notices everyone else. Pastor Jerome, pushing Deputy Hudson forward and to her knees, Tracy doing the same to the Sheriff, and then Wheaty to Deputy Pratt. She spotted Mary May, Nick, Grace, Jess and others, then Joseph and Deputy talking in front of some large white church doors.

She couldn't say anything, but the Deputy looked sad and worried, his eyes glancing to see of them. What's wrong? She tuned in to what Joseph was saying as he spoke to the man.

"...God is watching us. And He will judge us on what we choose in this moment..."

What were those green containers filled with again...? Ah... she feels too warm to care...

"...Your friends have been taken and tortured, and it's your fault..."

Friends... She eyed the Deputy who looked shocked and breathless.

"...Countless people have been killed and it is your fault..."

Deputy...

"...The world is on fire and it's your fault..."

"No..." The hero mutters, as if trying to convince himself that it wasn't.

"Was it worth it? Was it?" He asks the Deputy. "When are you going to realize that every problem cannot be solved with a bullet?"

The man starts to walk back over to the church doors, pointing to them, "When you first came here. I gave you the choice to walk away." Joseph faces the church, then turns back around. "You chose not to. In the face of God, I am making you that offer one last time... Put down your guns. And you take your friends. You leave me my flock... and you go in peace."

"Go in peace? You're fucking insane." She glances at Deputy Hudson who has been trying to undo her hands from her bounds since she was put on her knees. Deputy turns to all of them.

"Is he?" Pratt asks and Hudson turns to him. He looks like he has given up. "We never should have been here in the first place."

"You know what to do... Rook..." The Sheriff says weakly and the Deputy turns back to Joseph who just says.

"Remember... God is watching."

"Fuck no... I won't let you take my friends." She hears the Deputy's voice, strong but broken. "I'll pull you down to hell myself if I have to."