Tying Up Loose Ends

[Death.RunningVerminator]

Still grieving over the loss of his family, he went home to sulk his sorrows in sleep. On the way back he had kept telling himself he could have saved them, but he knew mere words would not bring the dead back to life. He just wanted to fall asleep, and never wake up from this nightmare. As he walked home in the dark, slouching and sulking, his head still hanging down, he felt the slightest of chills run up his spine. A calm sense of relief overwhelmed him. Jason approached his house, and was soon reaching for the door nob. He closed the door and sighed, glad to be home from the traumatizing day. But something wasn't right. He felt it. A strange sense of evil. Jason shrugged it off as nothing as he locked the door. He turned back around, when a sharp pain suddenly seized his stomach. As he took his gaze off from the keys and onto the face of the pilot who was in that eagle earlier on, he spit out blood.

"Y-.. You?.. Who.. Who are you?"

The cloaked man unwrapped his hood to reveal himself to the dieing soul.

"You were.. You were in the LPI.. A.. A long time ago.. Y-.. Yes?"

The cloaked man fixed his hood back on his head as he took the blade out from the stomach of his victim. He nodded.

"T.. Traitor.."

The silent killer smirked. Something that was rare, but yet a sign that he had done the bidding of his master.

Jason dropped to the floor with a thud, blood seeping through the carpets.

The next day, the cloaked man had returned to his home. His home on board The Verminator.