Haven't they suffered enough, they're damaged more than they can bear.

Plucking Tullius's phone from his hand, Troy's paltry explanation is cut off mid-sentence as I send the device flying into the wall. From the other side of the room, eyes cast down, Tommy doesn't react, pressing his palm flat against his forehead. I pace, my expression fluctuating between anger and hurt as I argue with Troy in my head. His words incense me, and I heft a table, flinging it across the room. It smashes, small splinters flying in all directions, bouncing off Tullius's mask. The otherwise quiet room is filled with my screams, the sound echoing in my thoughts as I rage at Troy.
"THEY TRIED TO KILL TOMMY! YOU FUCKING HELPED THEM!"
More furniture is destroyed, as I'm overwhelmed by the crushing feeling of guilt.

If I were with Tommy, he would have been completely safe. Vogtman would be alive. The guard dog. My equal. My equivalent. Yet another person trapped by Bernito. Forced to kill for him and forced to die for him.

A wordless shriek, and another hole in the foundation of the house.

And now they'll try to kill us. They'll try to kill us and we'll try to kill them and none of us will ever get closer to killing him. 

I rip my own phone from my pocket, scrolling through names until I find one of my Sabbat friends. My claws grow of their own accord, and my voice is a low growl, meant for my own ears.
"They wanted someone to kill. I'll give them someone. All of them. Every one who laid a hand on him."

But I don't dial the number. Instead, I crush the phone in my fist. Seeking more destruction, I seize a nearby chair and lift it over my head.

I'll kill them all myself. I'll burn the fucking barony. I'll burn the casino. I'll tear pieces from Troy and Caleb and Freak and anyone who dared...anyone who was stupid enough to go through me to get Bernito.

Blinking, I shake my head frantically, trying to clear the images of the already sky high body count. People that were monsters. People that were innocent. I lower the chair, glancing at Tullius, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable from under his mask. I see Tommy, leaning against the wall, shell shocked and vulnerable.

I almost lost him. I almost lost my Tommy.

I look up at them. I look at what I have, I look at what I can't bear to let go. The chair drops from my clawed hands and I drop on the floor next to it. Balling my fists up, I bury my face in them, pressing hard against my eyes in a vain attempt to stop the flow of tears. The floor creaks slightly, as one of them starts to approach.
"Don't!"
My tone is a desperate mix of rage and sorrow, and the room is still again. I stay like that, knelt and sobbing, for minutes or hours. I don't even know. Eventually I'm approached again, and either Tommy or Tullius stoop down and lift me into their arms. My throat aches from shrieking, my body feels worn and fatigued. I'm laid down on a mattress, and immediately after, another body joins mine. Hearing departing footsteps, I let out a shrill sob. "Please don't leave us." A sigh, and a third body climbs onto the bed. I curl between Tommy and Tullius, moving my hands from my now closed eyes and grasping both of theirs. It's in that position that I finally escape consciousness, and abandon the horrors of the night for their counterparts in my dreams.

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