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On my healer.
On the man who has been tortured his whole life when he just wanted to help.
Something snaps in me, and before Louis or the others can call for me to stop, I’m moving out into the corridor with a snarl on my lips. Power surges through my body, making me faster, stronger, and smarter, just like Father wanted.
He wanted to see what I’m made of?
He wanted to see what perfect soldiers we could be?
Well, that’s what he gets.
I shoot as I move, sliding across the hallway to avoid their fire. I shoot twice.
One shot into the man spraying the hallway, his head exploding as he falls back.
One into the man peeking up over the edge, firing straight through his eye.
I run towards the wall and flip off it, firing as I go. I spray the whole other side of the barrier before I land and roll, pulling two blades as I drop the now empty gun. I rush the barrier as more guards and soldiers try to pull the dead away, flinging my body over it with a snarled yell.
“They. Are. Mine!” I tear into their masses with my blades, spinning faster than they can track as I cut throats and disembowel others.
I sense the moment a gun is aimed towards me, and I turn, throwing the blade with such strength, it impales the man in the throat and throws him back into the wall, pinning him there like a trapped butterfly as he dies.
Yet I still feel more strength in my body, more anger, so I let it loose.
I release all those years of bottled rage, pain, and fear for the first time ever, my tight grip on it easing, and those would who blindly protect the person willing to kill, torture, and maim children and men pay the price.
I let them see just exactly what they are protecting.
I show them I am unstoppable.
I spot some trying to retreat, but I don’t allow it. Picking up a weapon, I cut them down, and when it clicks empty, I swing it like a bat, smashing their faces in. Bodies fly through the air, but I don’t hear anything over my thundering heart and breathing. When I swing around, searching for a target, holding a blade I picked up midair, a hand catches my own.
Snarling, I try to rip my hand back, but I’m suddenly backed into a wall, even as I fight, until lips descend onto mine.
I gasp and still, and then they slowly pull back. I blink away the haze I seemed to be under to meet Louis’s hard, hot eyes. “Finished, baby?” he purrs.
Swallowing, I search his gaze as his eyes crinkle with a smile.
“While I think watching you hack up bodies with a blade is hot, I have no intentions of it being mine. You like it too much, so behave, and let’s keep moving.”
“Sorry,” I pant, peering over his shoulder. I’m mortified when I see at least twenty dead bodies splayed around, looking like they have been torn apart by a wild animal. I close my eyes and hide, barely able to meet the others’ watchful gazes.
I don’t want to see the horror and reproach.
“What did he do to me?” I whisper.
“Nothing, baby, you are perfect,” Louis promises.
A hand cups my cheek, and I turn into it, dropping the knife as I let Louis pin me there so I don’t hurt anyone else.
“Look at me,” comes a sharp command. I squeeze my eyes shut, and the fingers clench my jaw until it hurts. “Now, Nova.”
I open my eyes to find Isaac before me. I worriedly search his gaze for disgust, but I simply see love. “You would never hurt one of us,” he murmurs knowingly. “You did that, all of that, because they hurt me—because they hurt your family.”
“I—” I shake my head, feeling lost and raw despite where we are. “I don’t trust myself,” I finally admit.
“Well, we do,” Nico snaps, crowding behind Louis as Jonas moves to my other side.
