Page 100 of The Order: Rise of the New Empire

Run.

Run for them.

Run to find a way to save them.

"Someone let them know-"

Cutting off the man before he can speak into his walkie, I grab his neck, slamming him to the ground, using my Hold to twist his neck in the opposite direction.

Backing away from me, the other men and women reach for their weapons, ready to scream out to their ruthless leader.

Feeling the pain and bloodlust come over me, it's clear what has to be done.

The only way any of the people I love are avenged starts by bringing down these people.

Bringing down the Marked.

"I'm taking the boy back to the compound, any sight of the girl?" the figure in the cloak questions through the walkies, all of them wary of answering.

"If any of you reach for it, you're dead," I whisper, waiting to see who is idiotic enough to test me right now.

Seeing one of the men attempt to reach for their walkie, it becomes clear what I have to do.

I have to kill them all.

Seeing red far before I have the time to think through my actions, I rip through jugulars left and right, taking in the energy from each of their veins, violently thrashing through the group until no one is able to stand on their own two feet. Watching the bodies hit the floor in lifeless, dead weight, I grab one of their weapons, staggering toward the door they came from, my energy at an all-time high.

Hearing the figure in the cloak yell through all of their walkies, the need to turn around and grab Xavier is suffocating.

You'll find him again.

You'll find Xavier again.

Moving forward, I listen to the pounding on the door, blocking out the fear encompassing my mind.

I have to keep moving for him.

I can't let that figure see me.

I have to find a way out.

Shoving past the metal door the group came from, the ash from the outside world touches my nose, nightfall concealing me the best it can.

Staggering forward, I carry on, letting all that has happened consume my mind.

I will make them all pay for what they have done.

I will make the Prophet pay for what they have done.

The people that came into my home and took the people I love were their pawns.

Perhaps the figure in the cloak was the Prophet Melanie had raised me to defeat.

Still, one thing is for sure.

There is no peace as long as they are alive.

There is no peace so long as Xavier is in danger.

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