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Arcadia-Removal

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Joseph is staring murderously at the paralyzed Mr. B. "Release Donovan, and come with me into the kitchen. I have something to show you." The two walk away, Mr. B is moving with jerking motions. Only his eyes remain under his own control.

I run over to the bad and scoop up Cally's shirt, handing it to her. "Get ready... Someone is going to die. I don't want it to be us."

The corners of her mouth creep into a feral grin, fangs popping out and dripping with venom. "Good." She shifts into her natural serpentine state. " I'll help choose who dies." Not the response I wanted...

"What will happen if we manage to kill this bastard?" I fear that the answer I recieve will be less than pleasant.

Heather walks into the room. "Huh, he actually pulled it off. Let's go off that prick." She seems oddly eager.

Cally throws an arm around her shoulder. "I take it you don't care for  your  master anymore?"

The two give each other a friendly smile before she responds. "That man is a monster. Look at me, a creature of the night who prefers her mortal pals over any of my own kind." The two walk out of the room together, leaving me feeling very confused. How much did I miss out  on? I thought the two hated one another...


I drag myself into the kitchen to see Mr. B pointing a pistol at his chest. "Silver? Really, is that the best you've got human? When I break free I'll kill everyone here. And I'll enjoy-" A gunshot rings out as a hole opens in his chest. "A waste. I hope you enjoyed yourself."

Cocking his head in thought, Joseph opens a drawer in the kitchen, his blazing eyes still keeping Mr. B locked in place. He retrieves a beautifully carved stake and hands it to the Benefactor, taking back the pistol. "Would you mind piercing your heart with this?" For the first time, fear registers on Mr. B's face. "Looks like this might do something, judging by your expression. Please, stick it into your chest."

Mr. B screams in bloody fury as he tries to fight his shaking hand, a hand that is steadily pushing the wooden spike into the left side of his chest. He screams once more as it breaks the skin. "FUCKING HUMAN! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! I'M THE FUCKING BENEFACTOR! IF I DIE, MY ASSOCIATES WILL LEVEL THIS TOWN AND SALT THE EARTH!"

Joseph nods to me. "He won't be a problem. I worked out a deal with his 'associates.' You should talk to Rose more often. Woman has connections. Enough playing. Hurry up Mr. B. Hell is waiting for you."

An indignant whimper, and the Benefactor slumps to the ground, unmoving and harmless.

"Good riddance..."


Mr. B is no more.
Sorry, another short chapter.


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If he's undead, then he won't mind being infected by a Proto-Gravemind... slowly.