The Killer Inside Me || Gage & Grant
Gage couldn't remember the last time he'd been this angry. In fact he could say without a doubt that he'd never felt this kind of rage before. It was dark, consuming and he knew that he was powerless against it. If his thoughts had been clearer, he may have been able to stop whatever it was that pushed him forward, looking for the monster who has ruined the woman he loved. But there was no rationality swimming in Gage Lancaster's mind at that moment, the only thing were Dinah's words playing over and over again.
He said that if he didn't do what he did, someone else would have. He didn't know that they did.
The words repeated in the form of a chant in his mind, pushing him closer to giving into the rage that was bubbling just under the surface. He knew he was on a mission to kill this man, and after that, he'd kill every last person that had hurt Dinah from that place. If he got kicked out, he'd find the cult and make sure every last motherfucker there was in the ground. A small part of him flinched against the dark thoughts, wondering how he could have turned this corner.
It was simple really. He was losing Dinah. Losing the only person who'd kept him anchored in this place. The person who got him to open up and actually allow the good in. The woman who he wanted to spend the rest of his life making happy. She was dying, if she weren't already dead. The person he saw in her eyes, was not the same Dinah that had stolen his Chinese food in the middle of the night all those months ago. She's dead, a voice inside his mind said with a sickening sense of finality. Your Dinah is dead, and you wont get her back no matter how many people you kill on her behalf. The thought did nothing more than make the bile rise in his throat. It didn't matter if it wouldn't fix her. It would make sure they couldn't touch her again. Dead men can't hurt people. It wasn't just the most simple solution... it was the only solution.
Gage had been so preoccupied by his mission to find and beat the life out of Cain that he hadn't noticed he'd bumped into his older brother, as he was pushing past the random faceless people on the sidewalk. There was only one face that mattered to him and he wouldn't stop until he found that face in the crowd and beat it until it didn't exist anymore. His pace was still quick though now he faintly felt like he was being followed, and heard a voice calling to him. It was muted like it was far away, and far away meant nothing to Gage. He continued to storm down the sidewalk hellbent on murder.
