Felix was on the floor, ears ringing. Kyle was cowering in the corner. “Hello, boys,” I said. I closed the door behind me and locked it. “Now,” I said, lifting the hammer. “Who wants to be number three?” The flashbang smoke still hung thick, the room flickering dim in the dying power. Every beam of light quivered between life and darkness, exactly how I wanted it.
Felix was coughing, disoriented. K was trying to crawl behind a couch. Victor was still seated, one hand over his face, the other feeling for the pistol on his thigh. The hammer felt heavy and alive in my hand, vibrating like it already knew its purpose. Hunter. Victor’s voice cracked through the fog. Listen to me.
This won’t bring her back. It’s not about bringing her back, I said, stepping into the light. It’s about making sure no one forgets what you did. Felix swung blindly at me with his pistol. I stepped sideways and smashed the weapon down with the hammerhead, driving it into the floorboards. He howled, clutching his wrist.
