“When I find Maynard, I will personally wring his neck like the rabid dog he is,” Audrey’s husband growled as we walked towards the address Maynard gave us. I had never seen someone as angry as he was at that moment; his lips emanated pure hatred.
“I don’t want to be a downer, but he’s far too strong for each of us. Last time I tried to fight him, he threw me across the room like I was a pebble. He turned off his pain receptors; I saw the madman catch a knife by the blade without flinching. How are we ever to beat him?” I nearly cried.
“Nothing is stronger than the love a parent has for their child, Clive,” Audrey replied with a look of apprehension and anger all at once.
We walked for what felt like forever but was really only five minutes, and in that time, I saw more fighting than
