-POV: Caden Marlowe-
After the events of Act 2...
Marlowe sits in silence. His breathing is low. His eyes locked ahead but not really seeing. Somewhere between now and then.
[Marlowe speaks to himself]
"Roxy... Zoey...
He is back... Tavish Todd is back..."
He doesn't flinch. His grip on the shotgun tightens slightly. The barrel rests along his leg. His arm stays frozen near the shells.
He glances toward the two fogged-up windows. Dawn begins to crack through the trees pale light slipping in like a ghost.
[He continues, coldly, voice dipped in sorrow and acid]
"The bastard that haunted you, Roxy...
The monster that took my daughter from me.
Butchered like a loose animal...
He showed you no mercy..."
His eyes sharpen. Locked on the table. Then the bullets. Then nothing. His expression doesn't change but something in the air does.
[He adds, darker, slower]
"No mercy will be given to him as well...
And anyone who stands in my way...
Beware of a man with absolutely nothing to lose.
Death to all monsters."
He loads the shotgun slowly. Each shell slides in with a click that echoes through the cabin like a ticking clock. Marlowe doesn't blink.
10 minutes later...
He walks left, moving in a straight line with purpose.
Marlowe doesn't slow down. He walks straight up
and without a single word, fires.
The shotgun erupts. The punk's head bursts open from the back like dropped meat. His body crumbles forward, lifeless, twitching only once before going still.
Blood paints the cargo box. Workers in the distance yell but Marlowe is already moving.
He moves left, weaving past crates, and finds a side door left slightly ajar.
He pushes in shotgun raised.
A worker stands inside. Tall, broad, holding a handgun at his side but too slow.
Marlowe shoots him mid-motion.
The impact caves in the man's torso. Flesh and bone tear apart as the shell rips through his midsection. Blood and spine hit the floor before his body does. His limbs scatter like broken props.
Marlowe steps over him expression unreadable. He opens the next door, the one beside the storage shelves. The shotgun rises again.
Marlowe barges in. The door slams. The captain jolts upright, knocking over his book.
[Captain startled, hands raised instantly]
"Whoa whoa hey man, easy there, mister!!
Cash is in the closet, take what you want and leave!"
[Marlowe cold eyes, unwavering aim]
"I don't want your dirty cash, bastard...
I want to find Tavish Todd."
The captain stiffens, eyes wide, still seated but slowly leaning back.
[Captain voice shaky, defensive]
"Tavish Todd?
The infamous clown killer?
How the fuck would I know where he is?!"
[Marlowe voice low, steady, deadly]
"You and your asshole buddy Harley messed him up in high school.
No absolute way he would let you walk freely."
[Captain tone cracks with fear]
"Todd?! Did try to kill Harley six years ago...
Ask the very fool! He owns the nightclub downtown...
Harley's specialty's clubbing."
Marlowe lowers the shotgun slowly barely.
[Caden Marlowe voice like a blade against glass]
"Thank you for your time.
I'll save Tavish Todd the trouble
.....(^.^).....
You're not worth it.
Tavish Todd will punish or even kill you eventually."
He turns and walks out, leaving the captain frozen in his seat, sweat running down the sides of his face.
End.