i almost felt sorry for the fucker.

almost.

.

i just might have ignored his ass in all the confusion, but he just had to play the hero.

he just had to shoot.

three shots to the chest.

fuck, it hurts.

even if it was only a fucking 22 caliber, it still stung like hell.

.

i bit into his heart, while still holding him by the neck, staring into his eyes.

i wonder if he can see what i am doing to him.

what is going through his head?

.

i dropped him to the floor.

.

nothing is going through his head.

he was dead the second i tore through his chest.

.

i dropped the heart on his still body.

it tasted like shit.

he was doing the shit he was making.

fucking junkie.

.

i looked around at the setup in front of me.

didn't look like much of a professional setup, if there was such a thing.

fucking 'breaking bad' and its sterile images of meth labs.

they were nothing more than shit holes in someones garage or some abandoned building.

or in this case, an electrical room in an abandoned mall.

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i knelt beside the body near my feet.

and these fuckers are just losers, probably making the shit for themselves.

not enough here to even worry about.

so why were they on sweetapple's list.

.

i stood up and took a $50 cigar from my pocket.

i tried to light it, with no luck.

fucking bic lighters. pieces of shit.

.

i threw the lighter on the floor and walked to a bunsen burner that was burning away on a counter near a sink.

i lit the cigar and looked around the windowless room.

something just wasn't right about all of this.

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a sound behind me made me turn quickly.

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a scream.

a young woman was standing in the doorway, hands over her mouth as she screamed.

she saw me and screamed again, turning.

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fuck.

i started to run after her.

there was a quick flash and i was knocked to the ground as she ran into me.

she was on the ground near me.

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how the fuck did i do that?

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she tried to get to her feet, but i grabbed her leg.

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"please don't kill me."

.

she didn't look like a junkie.

more like a highschool kid.

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"i am not going to hurt you."

.

she looked at me strangely.

"mr. kincaid?"

.

she didn't look familiar.

.

"elaine. elaine simpson."

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still nothing.

.

"i was a friend of your nephew, james."

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still nothing.

i stood up. she was no threat.

"go home and forget what you saw here."

i started walking away.

.

"what the fuck is going on?"

her voice changed.

tough. demanding.

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i turned and began walking toward her.

now, i was suspicious.

"who are you?"

i instinctively grabbed her by the throat.

.

images.

my old highschool.

james with his friends.

james with her.

i let go her throat.

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she hit at me.

"what the fuck?"

.

this girl was tough.

i started walking away again.

"go home."

.

"what is going on?"

.

i could hear her following me.

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she grabbed my arm.

"did you kill those people in there?"

.

i grabbed her arm.

"go home, elaine."

.

"you gonna kill me too?"

.

i shook my head.

i wasn't even thinking of killing her, although her persistence was fucking irritating me.

"what were you doing here?"

.

"i am looking for james. someone said they saw him hiding out here."

.

"james is safe."

.

"where is he?"

.

"that's not your problem."

.

"it is when someone is killing my friends and their families. they found gina and her whole family dead."

.

the name meant nothing.

.

"gina was james' girlfriend. they found her family slaughtered a few days ago."

.

i was confused.

"that is impossible. they are all safe."

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she snickered.

"really? then whose fucking funerals was i at yesterday? tell me that."

she pushed me in the chest.

"did you kill them, you sick fuck?"

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i simply shook my head.

kimble lied to me.

.

she pushed me again.

"did you?"

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she went to punch again, but i grabbed her hand.

"no. they were all supposed to be safe."

.

"i saw you eating that man's ... was it his heart?"

.

fucking kimble.

i started walking away again.

.

"where do you think you are going?"

.

"go home, elaine. forget what you saw here."

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"oh yea. that is going to be easy.

I will have FUCKING NIGHTMARES for the rest of my life.

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?"

.

it was a good thing we were at a deserted mall.

apart from her squeaky voice echoing through the place, i doubted if anyone would hear her.

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"yes, jackie. what the fuck is going on?"

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i closed my eyes.

no fucking way.

i turned slowly.

.

magissa waved at me.

fuck, she was getting fat.

she was holding elaine by the throat.

.

"let her go."

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she smiled.

fuck i hated her smile.

"you know i am not going to do that, jackie."

.

elaine was struggling, but to no avail.

magissa was far to strong for her, even if she was fat.

elaine was trying to scream, but the words were stuck in her throat, mostly because magissa was choking the poor girl.

.

"let her go," i demanded.

like it would make any difference.

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the bitch was still smiling.

"remember what i told you, jack kincaid. everyone that you are close to will die."

she kissed elaine on the top of the head.

"everyone."

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i was fuming.

just the thought of the bitch killing someone else ...

well, it was driving me insane.

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now it was my turn to smile.

i was getting stronger too.

"not this time, you fucking bitch."

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i ran toward her as fast as i could.

i just wanted to get my hands on the fucking bitch and i would tear her apart.

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it was all a flash.

i could feel my hand rip into flesh.

crush through bone, tear through organs.

i smiled.

"now i have you."

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she was to my side.

i stared at her, standing there, laughing.

"bye jackie."

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i felt sick.

tears filled my eyes.

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magissa disappeared.

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i could feel blood, warm, thick, flowing down my hand and under the sleeve of my coat.

i heard a sound.

a horrible sound.

the sound of someones last desperate breath.

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something splattered over my face.

blood.

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i turned.

elaine was in font of me.

her eyes opened wide with terror.

my hand deep in her chest, holding her heart.

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she coughed one last time and her eyes closed.

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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."

i fell to my knees, pulling my hand from elaine's chest, lowering her slowly and gently to the floor.

she looked so peaceful.

so beautiful.

.

i was becoming magissa.

i was nothing but evil.

a killer.

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faces flashed before me.

the faces of those i had killed.

the faces of those magissa had killed.

my family.

there was no one left.

.

only james.

.

if indeed he were still alive.

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i looked down at elaine.

"i am so sorry."

.

i put my hand to her cheek.

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her eye fluttered.

.

"what the fuck?"

.

i put my other hand on the other cheek.

her other eye fluttered.

.

think, jack, think.

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i put both my hands over the gaping hole in her chest.

"please. if there is a god, let this girl live."