@kreonweek Day 4: Revenge (also sorta Loyalty) (warnings: MCD)
“He is dead,” Krauser growled, the sound rumbling from his chest like a warning, more animalistic than human in nature. It was kind of fitting, with how he was coated in blood, his mutated arm pulsating next to him as if it had a mind of its own. The keratinous blades that once were his fingers had cut and slashed through all of Saddler’s bodyguards, unable to quench it thirst for blood once it had first tasted it. Krauser had massacred everything on that island, everything that moved he’d killed.
Except now he was standing face to face with Saddler. He was aware of Ashley Graham, tied up and stashed next to the wooden crates as if she was another piece of luggage instead of a human being. Krauser didn’t give a shit about her. He didn’t care if she lived or died, he wasn’t moved by her sobbing or the weak pleas to let her go. There was only one thing on Jack Krauser’s mind right at that moment, and that?
That was revenge.
Slowly Saddler turned around, that infuriating smile like stuck on his smug lips. “Oh, is he? Good,” he said, as if he was complimenting a preschooler for a job well done. As he went on his façade cracked ever so slightly, suppressed anger vibrating in his voice. “But why is everyone else dead, too? I don’t recall asking you to kill my beloved parishioners. Were my instructions unclear?”
“What did you put in that dart?” Krauser demanded, his voice odd to his own ears.
Saddler scoffed. “It doesn’t matter—”
“You killed him,” Krauser growled.
This time Saddler laughed. “Oh, no. I just helped you do what you would’ve been too weak for otherwise. In a way, I saved you. In a way, I saved you both.”
There was no answer Krauser could give to that. Blind white hot rage filled every little bit of him, consumed him, took over his entire world. On paper, he probably wasn’t even nearly a match for Saddler in strength, not when they’d both let the mutation take over completely. Yet adrenaline was a strange thing. Rage was a strange thing.
When Saddler was lying dead on the ground, Krauser spat on his corpse.
Then Krauser walked over to Ashley. She looked at him, eyes big and scared, lip wobbling as she expected for him to finish her next. She’d been crying, tears streaked down her face, her eyes rimmed red. And still Krauser felt nothing. He grabbed her arm, roughly yanking her up onto her feet. She whimpered, too scared to even scream, but somehow she managed to breathe out one single question. “What’s going to happen to me?”
Krauser closed his eyes. He could almost feel Leon’s skin on his, Leon’s breath mixing with his own. For a brief second, Leon was right there next to him, smiling at him as if he was worth something in this world. As if he mattered.
Then Krauser took a deep breath.
“You’re going home.”
