Hideous by Devon McCormack

Author:Devon McCormack [McCormack, Devon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2016-05-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

I SEARCHED around the teacher’s lounge for the remote.

On the counter. In the chairs. Under the stray bags and napkins.

Nope.

I wanted to hear what was going on.

Billows of smoke raced across the screen, a title box under them reading: Atlanta Deviant Ring Discovered, Two Arrested.

I checked the next usual suspect—inside the minifridge.

Bingo.

It was wedged between a brown sack and a plastic container that I’d seen in there for at least two weeks. I probably needed to get rid of that.

The cool button tickled my fingertip as I turned the volume up.

“That’s right, Dan,” the female reporter said. She stood before half a building that looked like Zack’s. Behind her, officers and men in white suits rummaged through the wreckage. “Officers,” she continued, “have been weeding through the debris for nearly six hours. At 2:00 a.m., the UCIS raided the apartment building you see behind me. As the raid began, a deviant squatter set off a series of pipe bombs, injuring several UCIS officers and decimating the building. Two suspects have been arrested. Agent Patricia Bentley, Head of Investigations for the UCIS, says this raid was part of a much larger investigation in the Atlanta area and that as the next few months progress, she expects there to be many more arrests and detainments.”

“Fuckers!” I exclaimed, pounding my fist against the counter. “You fucking fuckers!”

Those bastards had him. If he hadn’t died in the wreckage, they’d arrested him, and he’d be next in line for execution.

Tears welled in my eye. Why him? He wasn’t a bad guy. He was trying to survive and help others. He hadn’t done anything wrong.

It was yet another reminder of how cruel and unjust the world was to our kind.

I sank to my knees, my face shivering as tears rushed from the corner of my eye.

Why does it hurt this much? I hardly knew him.

But I wanted to know him. I wanted to have the chance to get to know him. I knew it was stupid, but I liked him, and some part of me had hoped he would like me. Now I didn’t even have the chance to get to know him.

And that was such a selfish thought! There he was, either lying in the debris from the bomb or in custody, and all I could think about was how it was affecting me. What was wrong with me?

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