Epitaph, Part 10
Sunday, July 24th, 2011
10 – How To Be A Werewolf
It turned out neither of the girls Ivan had were Mandy Pack, but they seemed happy to be released from bonded servitude anyways. Holden was more than happy to let the cops do the clean up; he even called them anonymously after he hacked Ivan’s ear off and freed the trapped girls.
He lied to Ivan about keeping the ear, though. He threw it down the first sewer grate he found, along with his bloody gloves. Reattach that.
Holden was aware he should feel bad, and if he was at all human he’d have a tinge of remorse, but the guy was a fucking pimp and sex trafficker. He’d probably murdered as well as raped, people were simply commodities to them. He knew he should feel bad about mutilating a guy and leaving him bleeding and sobbing on the carpet before freeing his captives and calling the cops on him, but he just couldn’t. Holden had seen too much of the wreckage they left behind, the horrible damage, and just couldn’t extend an iota of sympathy. Those fucking assholes turned in their human cards when they sold their first person into sex slavery.
But Holden was aware he should feel awful even if it was in a distant way, or simply related to revulsion. He supposed it was irony that everyone thought Roan was the beast when Holden was the real monster, but he didn’t find it the least bit funny. Besides, he wasn’t a monster, he was just … direct. Someone had to look out for the people who fell between the cracks, and if it wasn’t him, who would?
Yeah, there was no way that didn’t sound self-aggrandizing and excusing. What bullshit. He’d call himself on it, but he already had. (more…)
