“Thank you.” Smiling now, I walked to him and grabbed his head, helmet and all. Twisting with all the rage I’d held in check the past weeks, I cracked his neck and dropped him, dead, at my feet. I felt nothing in the action. There was no Prillon left in that body. Had I met him in the past, I was sure he’d want me to kill him, to end him, knowing he’d never want to be like this, his mind gone, nothing left but a shell forced to do evil.
Shocked and surprised, the others hurried to rise from their kneeling positions and fire their weapons.
The first ion blast stung more than I thought it would, but not enough to stop me from cracking the offender’s ribcage, forcing the bones inward until his heart stopped beating. He’d been Viken once. Now, he was a monster. A dead monster.
Two down, sev
