“I don’t want to kill him,” Noah said. When Gary’s shoulders sagged with relief, Noah tacked on, “Yet.” “Well, we don’t have a lot of time.” Noah aimed at Gary’s left knee cap and pulled the trigger, the man’s screams washing over him. “That’s for everything you fucking monsters did to me.” He took aim at Gary’s right kneecap, firing without hesitation. “That’s for everything you did to the others.” He pointed the gun between Gary’s legs, a grim satisfaction filling him as Gary started to shake his head. But it was too late. Noah fired. “And that’s just because.”
