Alec didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to believe that the young kid he had talked with not long ago was a monster. He didn't want to believe that the young kid so full of murderous rage toward Shim had turned into a mindless killing machine.
He didn't want to believe that it could happen so fast.
Alec clenched his hand in rage.
Shim could not be forgiven.
Alec felt the back of his eyes start to burn with sorrowful rage. He refused to acknowledge it.
Milo was still moving. He was standing right there!
He couldn't be gone!
There had to be a cure!
However, before Alec could start thinking about things like that, Milo moved toward the iron bars of the cell.
"Milo…?" Alec asked, hopefully. He did not get a reply.
Milo put his hands on two of the iron bars, each of which was as thick as the horns of a ram.
His muscles bulged, and his veins popped.
