Blood Ties Part 2 He ran through the forest as fast as his feet could carry him. He vaulted over fallen trunks, crashed through thickets of nettles and vines, but no matter how fast he ran, the nightmare still nipped at his ankles. He had hoped that leaving the scene of the crime would provide him some clarity and reveal a plan for how to proceed, but instead the events of only minutes before and the present ran together like sweat into an open wound, stinging and coloring everything in translucent red. His sneakers squeaked against the wet leaves blanketing the ground as he skidded to a stop. He twisted around, his eyes darting between thin, black birch tr
Blood Ties Part 1 Dante sat facing the door of the torture chamber, swinging the Glock 17 from an index finger as he worked out what he would say to his parents when they came home. No. Those-- those monsters-- are not my parents, he reminded himself. They killed my real parents, then kidnapped me like dingoes from folklore. Tears stung his eyes, but he wiped them away. He couldn't cry now; they would be home soon, and if he showed any signs of weakness when he confronted them, it would all be over. The gun felt heavy in his hand, the cool metal long since made warm and slick with his nervous sweat. Even if he did manage to get the drop on them, they were s
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