A Two Course Dinner

I stayed lying in bed, my eyes open, my chest heaving. My memories reeled back to all of the memories of my father. The moments I had made him proud and hr had given me that big dimpled smile. The moments when I had disappointed him and he had still given me that smile. The moments when he had loved me no matter what. The moments he had been my only ally.

I felt the grief fill me up again and again, emptying everything else from within me. It filled me with helplessness, rage, anger, an unsatiable thirst for blood and revenge.

I closed my eyes tight, then slowly sat up and grabbed the duffel bag. There was some money in there, and I grabbed it, holding it tight.

I closed my eyes again in an attempt to stabilize my breathing, but all I saw were flashes of Vector. The Vector from this morning, the Vector from one year ago that had been covered in my father's blood.

A knock suddenly came on my door, causing me to jump. I turned as Clara poked her head in and gave me a big smile. I forced