It was difficult to say goodbye to Renauld.
Sebastian tried to keep himself from crying as he was given the money and information he needed to leave town.
“This is between us, now. When you reach the next few towns, make sure you keep an eye out for your sister,” Renauld told him just before Sebastian was out the door.
Nodding, Sebastian then shoved everything he was holding into a backpack he then slung onto his back. Then, after a moment of hesitation, he hugged him.
After a few seconds of this, Sebastian then pulled back, and began to leave. On the way out, he looked back at Renauld and waved.
He then walked out of his sight, and ran the rest of the way to the bus station.
“We got everything packed, right?” Sinbad peeked in the back of his truck before he and Shark jumped in.
After everyone had eaten, it became a race to get everything put in the truck. Dennis and Blaise sat up front this time, giving Sinbad a break from driving.
Harwood and Marc were napping in the back, waiting to go. Sagebear sat in between them, watching Shark and Sinbad’s every little move.
“Looks like it,” Shark said to his fiance. Then both of them jumped in and closed the tailgate.
When the sound of it closing was heard, the truck kicked into gear. Sinbad and Shark then held each other as the family drove out of Hidden Springs.
“Can’t wait to go back home to Twinbrook, you know?” Sinbad quietly asked Shark.
Shark nodded as he watched the scenery go by. He also wanted to say something, but kept quiet and cuddled up closer to Sinbad.
That night, The Builder grinned like a demented Cheshire Cat as they pulled Catarina out of the now broken-into prison, and onto the roof.
“I gotta tell you, Your Majesty,” they said in a rather sarcastic voice. “Revenge is gonna be a big tall order for me.”
Catarina stuck her nose up in the air at them and sniffed. “And here I thought you could help a poor deposed queen-”
“I didn’t say no, you hag!” The Builder shouted before they lighted their cigarette. “Now, stay up here where you’re safe, and watch me work!”
Before Catarina could ask what they had planned, they disappeared from her sight. They then popped up in front of the assistants at the science lab.
“You got the Molotovs?” Horse-Face nodded. “And my China Lake?” He took it off of Sunny’s back, and handed it to them.
The Builder drooled excessively the second it was in their hands. Wiping it off, they then directed the assistants to various parts of town, each with his own supply of Molotov Cocktails.
Shortly after, the first explosion could be heard. Grinning sadistically, The Builder then teleported themself back to the prison roof.
Catarina looked on in horror as her beautiful town was demolished. Her anguish only grew when the sunglasses-wearing ruffian came back to her sights.
“Beautiful sight, isn’t it, Your Majesty?” There was a thick layer of smugness in the words they were saying to her.
“This isn’t what I wanted when I said I wanted my revenge!” Catarina shouted to them, causing their smile to fade.
Aiming their grenade launcher in another direction, The Builder clicked their tongue. “Just for that, I’m blowing your house up from here.”
She was unable to stop them from firing off a round directly at the mansion. Even at the distance they were at, a single round was enough to topple the entire mansion.
The carnage was enough to get The Builder to whoop and holler in glee, quite pleased to see their new toy worked like a charm.
“I don’t understand…” Catarina croaked out.
In response to this, The Builder chuckled darkly. “Well, Your Majesty, that’s the thing with me. You said you wanted revenge. Me?” They set down their grenade launcher, and pulled out their blood-stained hunting knife.
Then, they turned to face her again, wielding their knife with the blade facing her. They licked their lips before telling her the rest:
“I just wanted to watch the world burn.”
In a split second, they thrust their knife deep into Catarina’s chest. They pulled it out just as quickly.
The very last sight that Catarina saw before bleeding out was their haunting, pale visage looking triumphantly at her dying form.