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She had been under his control for months, to the point
that what she thought was her wasn't. In fact, she had made a deal with
the devil. Or, more importantly, with Horton.
And Horton was about ask for the price.
The vision she was having had her with the one she had
craved for so long - but when she wasn't looking, instead focusing on another
hysterical vision he was feeding her - Nick's face shifted to the one that truly
possessed her and Horton chuckled cruelly.
Just then Jonathan's radio/telephone beeped and he stood
to take the security call in the corner of the room. He read the small
message window and saw that not only was he called but so had Nick and the
Professor.
They each got the same message simultaneously and Jonathan
cursed under his breath - right when a flash of red demon light filled the
room.
The real Megan had been found dead in the bay an hour
ago. Whoever was here now was not Megan.
Jonathan looked and pressed twice on the receiver, meaning
he was in trouble and unable to verbalize it.
There stood Horton, a cruel smile in place as he tilted
his head to the side and asked "Where is that bastard in mourning, Derek
Rayne?"
The mourning reference confused him but Jonathan took a
step back, looking around for a possible weapon to defend himself with.
Horton took a step forward, intent on getting an answer
"Tell me he's broken over Julia's death."
"You're as psycho now as you were as the woman," Jonathan
growled, backing up against the door "Julia's alive and well and sure as hell
not going to be hurt by the likes of you."
"You LIE!" Horton howled in anger, reaching out and
clamping his hand about the man's throat "She's dead - I saw her!"
Nick was the first to reach the room and tried the
doorknob, only to hear the last part of what Horton yelled and taking out his
weapon before kicking out with a vicious blow, the door crashing
open.
"Sorry about the door, Jonathan." he said before taking
aim at Horton and growling "Not sorry for this."
He unloaded his weapon into Horton, one bullet after the
other firing into his body and splitting into a cascade of the same fire red
light Jonathan had seen earlier.
Horton growled and released Jonathan, who fell and rolled
back, rubbing his throat and waving at Nick's comment.
"I'll fix it later." the man coughed as he pressed himself
against the door. "Get this bastard out of here!"
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