The Wrath of Carl Gerald

Chapter Eight

Jake Boston remained expressionless after Carl had shouted.

Carl Gerald was seething. He didn't like how Jake was treating his sister.

"A rather tempting offer..." Jake retracted the knife.

Instantly, Jake began the offensive. He pulled a short sprint, directly landing a blow on Carl Gerald's face, sending him flying into nearby rubble

"Urgh!" Carl became scared once again. It wasn't like his other opponents where he could read into their movements with his new found abilities.

Jake Boston was too fast. Plus, he was ruthless too. Without waiting for Carl Gerald to recover, he began to throw puches left and right.

"I warned you not to interfere." Jake said as he increased his speed, inflicting pain unto Carl's torso and face.

Carl too thought he was done for, but without warning, his hand almost struck Jake's side, making Jake to retreat back a meter.

Carl watched as Jake observed him, he stood up from the rubble ignoring the pressing pain.

"Sorry for underestimating you." Jake muttered, pulling off the cheap shirt he wore. He flexed his muscles before sprinting back again.

This time, it seemed Carl Gerald had changed too. He dodged all the attacks directed at him, not expertly but in a messy way, barely avoiding some punches and accepting a few grazes.

But that seemed to change too. Slowly he began to get used to the pace of the attacks, leaving Jake Boston surprised.

'How is he changing so fast?' Thought Jake.

"Well, I warned you to leave my sister alone!" Carl Gerald growled before kicking Jake's shin.

Jake sunk to the ground in pain, letting his guard down and Carl kicked his jaw next.

Jake Boston sprawled unto the floor.

Carl, was seething with rage. He ran forward, attempting to repeat what Jake did to him before.

"Stop! Stop Carl please! This isn't like you!!" Sara Gerald broke the trance.

Carl Gerald realized that it really wasn't like him, but he couldn't care less. "But you heard what he said about our mom!"

"Then what about the Lex family? If anything happens to that man... Carl, they're powerful, you... you don't stand a chance."

Carl Gerald began to calm down, and the pain from his bleeding face began to set in. He shut his mouth that was left agape as he panted for oxygen. Sara was right.

"We... we can call the police." Sara said, aware of the other goons that didn't want to come close because of the feared Carl.

"No... the Lex family will probably be in cohorts with them if they can pull this sort of stunt."

He dragged out the knife from Jake's pocket, as Jake Boston watched warily. Carl Gerald walked back to Sara, freeing her from the rope.

"Can you run?" He whispered.

Sara nodded weakly, as though she wasn't sure. She leaned on him for support as Carl pulled her up.

"Run!"

The siblings took off. "G-go get them!!" Jake Boston commanded his men. They hesitantly began to trudge after the duo.

Carl Gerald knew he couldn't run far with his injuries. 

Using the knowledge of his home street, he strategically hid in an alleyway.

"Shh." He motioned to Sara as the men ran by. She nodded softly.

When they'd ran by, he finally broke the silence, "Sara, I'm sorry I couldn't save you and mom... I'm sorry I passed out... please forgive me, it's all my fault–"

"It's not your fault, you tried your best too." Sara comforted her brother.

"My best wasn't good enough... I couldn't even retrieve mom's body and I ran away in the end." Carl shook his head to prevent tears from falling.

"They burnt it..." Sara cried.

"W- what... did you say?" Carl refused to believe his ears as he turned away from scouting and whipped his head at Sara.

"They were trying to erase evidence from the scene so they burnt her along with the house! I swear I tried to stop them, I really tried!!" 

Sara said in-between indecipherable sobs, only familiarity between them making her audible enough.

Carl Gerald couldn't hold back as he slammed a nearby wall with his fist. Angry tears fell from his eyes.

"Sara, don't cry... I'll make those people pay, do you hear me?"

"Just do anything reckless, they'll kill you." She warned.

"I'll be careful, but I must make them suffer." Carl Gerald pulled his sister into a warm hug, careful not to get blood on her.

All the while he made a resolve in his heart and fortified it, made it stronger that nothing could break it. He'd kill Clyde lex!

The siblings sat together and mourned the loss of their mother for a while. 

When Carl's tears ran dry, a sour memory popped in his mind. He remembered what Tiffany Raymond had done to him too. 

He also made sure to not forget he had to get back at her.

He'd lost his home, his mother, his wife, and almost his sister in a day. He didn't want to let her suffer anymore and Sara needed a place to rest.

'If only I had money to get us a place...' Carl Gerald thought.

And again another one came. It was the one with the weird lady, Debra Zach. "Hey..." Carl Gerald informed Sara before he separated the hug they were sharing.

He pulled out the black card in his breast pocket, breathing a sigh of relief that he hadn't lost it during the fight.

"What's that?" Sara asked as she pulled his tear stained and tattered hospital gown off her face.

"It might just be a way to get a new home." Carl muttered.

He explained to her everything that had happened in the hospital that day, leaving out the part where he healed completely because Sara didn't see when he was injured.

"Do you think it'll work?" She asked downcast.

"We'll have to try..." Carl Gerald stood up, pulling up Sara after.

"Let's go confirm at the bank, we can't stay out here.”