Give a man enough rope, he'll hang himself. Teach a man to make rope, he'll hang other people.
Despite Rupert’s better judgment, he’d decided to pace the hotel floors, hoping for any sign of where Genesis was being held. Hoping it could have been that easy.
Spells and counter-spells were prepared. Weapons at the ready and fastened about his person, concealed until needed.
He’d been away from the hotel room, from Ethan and Amy, for perhaps twenty minutes.
Long enough.
Amy was first to discover him in the bathtub. She’d slipped on what she though was water from Ethan’s bath.
She’d simply shut down. Rupert was tempted to as well.
Not you too.
He cursed himself. And he cursed Ethan. For taking the coward’s way out. For not saying good-bye. For throwing away their one chance…
One chance.
One…
Way. The only way.
That Jason Cain could open the Gate.
Hemorrhaging away in a river of Ethan’s blood.
You wonderful bastard, Rupert thought to himself. Ethan, you may have just saved the world.
Spells and counter-spells were prepared. Weapons at the ready and fastened about his person, concealed until needed.
He’d been away from the hotel room, from Ethan and Amy, for perhaps twenty minutes.
Long enough.
Amy was first to discover him in the bathtub. She’d slipped on what she though was water from Ethan’s bath.
She’d simply shut down. Rupert was tempted to as well.
Not you too.
He cursed himself. And he cursed Ethan. For taking the coward’s way out. For not saying good-bye. For throwing away their one chance…
One chance.
One…
Way. The only way.
That Jason Cain could open the Gate.
Hemorrhaging away in a river of Ethan’s blood.
You wonderful bastard, Rupert thought to himself. Ethan, you may have just saved the world.