Elias stood in the darkness outside the house, the cold night air filling his lungs as he watched Liana and the children.
The Passenger's voices still murmured in the back of his mind, a chorus of hungry anticipation.
"Kill them. Kill them now. They deserve it. They deserve worse."
And they did, every fiber of Elias's being agreed with that assessment. These four men were monsters wearing human skin, predators who had used their authority to hunt the most vulnerable.
Elias could understand the need for power. If these men had hunted all of these children just to kill them for power that only children could give, he would understand this reason. What he could not understand or tolerate was the glee and happiness they had in inflicting pain on others… and in turn, he had to suffer the visions of the dead in their final moments as they were broken in body and spirit, it was inevitable that the anger grew inside of him.
