"I'm...in love with you." Odysseus said.

Her words repeated over and over in my head. My angel went through all this trouble trying to tell me her feelings.

That's why she's been so weird...that's what she tried to tell me in the diner. How could I be so blind?

What kind of man am I to just overlook a girls feelings when they're right in front of my face.

"Odysseus..." I said softly.

"Y-Yes..?"

I looked deeply into Odysseus's eyes. Her feelings were pure and Innocent. I grabbed her hand a little tighter.

"I love you too." I said.

Tears formed in Odysseus's eyes as she forced a smile through all the pain she was in.

"I should've known that Michael would've been around here..." Odysseus said.

"Michael?" Cosgrove asked.

"Yeah...he tried to do some...things to me and I resisted."

"I always thought he was that kind of person..." Felipe said.

"Our drone caught him coming out of red carpet hotel." Cosgrove said.

"Red carpet?" I asked.

"Yeah, why? What are you planning to do Frost?" Cosgrove asked.

"Felipe, Cosgrove, stay here. Michael needs to pay for his actions." I said.

"You sure?" They asked in unison.

"Yeah. Take care of Odysseus, I'll be back."

I tried to walk out the door but Odysseus grabbed my jacket. She pulled me towards her.

"Be safe...almost dying kinda hurts." She said.

She gave me a kiss on the cheek and this time it didn't hurt. I smiled at her and walked out the door.

I got on my Harley and started it up. I slammed on the gas as I left my house towards red carpet hotel.

There were some NWG agents standing outside of the entrance. My third eye aggression kicked in and I grabbed my Model 1887.

I jumped off my bike and it slid across the ground. It hit the agents and knocked them to the ground.

I slid across the ground as well and shot my shotgun at them.

One fell to the ground and the other survived. I pulled out my Beretta and shot the rest.

I got up and cocked the model 1887. There were NWG agents coming out of the rooms. I guess this was one of their outposts.

I ran through the parking lot firing shots and hit as many as I could. I got pinned down behind a car and the car got riddled with bullets.

I broke the window of the car and put it in drive that way it would roll across the parking lot. I moved with the car as I made it to Michaels room.

The car engine began to catch fire so I ran away from it. I ran over to a flight of stairs and stood outside Michaels room.

I shot both of the hinges of the room and kicked the door down. At the end of the room I saw Michael holding a Glock.

I ran at him with my Beretta while he fired his gun at me. He shot 3 times, all hitting me in the chest. I ignored the pain and tackled Michael out the window that was behind him.

We broke through the glass and fell 3 stories. We landed on top of a car. I was on top of Michael so he absorbed the impact. Michael looked up at me with fear in his eyes.

"Surprise motherfucker." I said.

I began to swing my fist across his face as the aggression burned inside of me.

"This is for Odysseus!" I said as I continued hitting him.

I didn't feel any pain at all. The third eye agression was keeping me alive.

I stopped hitting Michael and caught my breath. Memories began to flash before my eyes of how many times I've killed Michael...and how many times he came back.

This is the last time. The final push. The final bullet.

"I...should've known...you were third eye infected..." He said.

"You know what they say about me, Michael?"

"You're...unkillable..."

"You're god damn right."

I pulled the trigger of my Beretta and shot Michael. I got off of the car that me and him landed on and hit the ground.

I layed on my back and stared at the sky. I heard police sirens in the distance.

"Man...my life got wierd. I miss when I was in my dream." I said to myself

"Who the hell are you talking to?" A voice said.

Suddenly Drew appeared in my field of vision. My third eye aggression went away when I saw his face.

"The man upstairs." I said.

"Oh, you've met him?"

"You have too, Drew."

Drew reached his arm out to me and pulled me to my feet. I put my gun away and stuck my fingers through my hair.

"Spencer! You look like hammered shit." Drew said.

"Looks don't count for shit in the jungle. This is 'nam baby." I said.

"Nice black ops reference." Drew said.

Me and Drew shared a laugh while we walked back to Drew's car. He drove a Honda Civic for some reason.

I got into the passenger seat and looked in the mirror. I began to whipe away any blood on my face and pulled out any pieces of wood or glass that was in my arms.

"So how many sins are left to kill now?" Drew asked.

"Just one..." I said.

"I count only 5." Drew said.

"We're killing Vincent, but Crystalline stays alive."

"Why are we keeping the broad alive? You didn't get sweet for her, did 'ya?" Drew asked.

"That's a negative Ghost Rider. We're keeping her alive so me and Odysseus can fix her." I said.

"Fix her?"

"It's a long story, but this sorta isn't her fault."

"I have a hard time believing that."

"Me too, but everyone deserves a second chance right?"

"I suppose so."

Drew tapped his fingers on the dashboard and looked off into the sky.

"So...you're gonna have to kill Vince eh?" He asked.

"Yes... unfortunately."

"Hard to believe he was our friend at one point. People can go mad I guess."

"That's what I always try to tell you Drew."

"What's that?"

"Don't have friends. Have allies. Friends will only stick by your side for so long, but allies will stand by your side until you die."

"Poetic words from Spectre Frost eh?"

"Only the finest."

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