Carla had been the first one to see Harvey’s body. He had been strung up, his intestines used as a noose. He was dangling in front of the library, his swaying body blocking the big glass doors that led into the main lobby.
She didn’t know why she screamed when she saw him. He was a monster, in league with the enemy. Yet, he was still a kid, and what they had done to him.
His torso had been completely torn open, his insides spilling out. His face was cut, bloody. He hardly looked like himself.
Worst of all they had stripped him, exposing the twisted flesh that had once been a twenty year old college kid who had just gotten involved with the wrong people.
After she had screamed she had stood there, frozen in place, unable to run, to call the police. She was in shock. If they would do that to one of their own, what would they do to her? To her friends?
When she finally could move she ran back into the Hub and had thrown up. At first her friends had thought it was just a hang over, but then they saw what had gotten to her. Most of them followed her lead, and spilled the acidic contents of the last night’s drinking binge.
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