on the other hand
Ian dragged Curtis by the hair throughout the hospital. No one dared to speak to him. Murder was on his mind. thought of ways of. killing this bastard.
"Sir, what are your orders?"
"Let them know I'm taking this bastard to the safe house,"
"Sir, you promised them not to hurt people anymore."
"they will be glad I did,"
what happened to stopping and asking questions first he would be in trouble for letting him walk away with a victim
oblivious to the stares from the people Ian dragged him. he wouldn't let anyone harm her. even if she couldn't be with him.
he knew he wasn't a saint. he had done things to be able to stay alive. every day was torture for him. he grew up with a loving mother and father one minute and the next, abandoned, chased, and made a criminal
