Dome → Isaac Lahey

5.0 : piers

The sunlight shining through the window forced Carmen's eyes open, immediately eliciting a loud groan from her throat. She throws her arm over her eyes and grimaces, freezing in her position for a few seconds before realizing something. 

Isaac was no longer under her and she was no longer on the couch. Her eyes fly open and she looks around, noticing that she had been transferred to the guest room's bed again. Her gaze travels to the mirror next to the door where Isaac stood with his head down low, messing with something on the desk. 

"Hey," Carmen greeted, her morning voice raspy.

His face was contorted in anger as his hands continued to mess with the item on the desk. His head slowly raised to look at her through the mirror, his jaw clenching harshly before he averted his gaze and looked back down.

"What are you doing over there?" She asked, sitting up slightly in her bed to see if she could spot what he was messing with.

"I went by Allison's house and got this," Isaac states, turning around. He didn't bother looking up at Carmen and seeing her shocked expression as he showcased the silver gun in his hands. "This little thing has enough power to kill anyone in a few shots, even werewolves."

Carmen took note of his strange behavior and his rigid posture. This worried her as he began to twirl the gun in his hand, still refusing to meet her gaze. Still, she chose to be calm and reason with him.

"I thought Allison's new code was about protecting. Didn't she switch out all of her lethal weapons?" Carmen asked, sitting up completely in the bed now.

"That's Allison's new code, not her father's." Isaac corrects, implying that he stole the gun from him. "But maybe I should keep this. There's still a few of us out there who aren't quite so non-lethal."

Carmen's breath hitched in her throat as Isaac raised his head and the gun, pointing the barrel directly at her.

"Like you. But I could never hurt you. Not again." He spoke slowly, his hand trembling as he slowly lowered it, "There are the twins, though."

"What do you mean?" Carmen asked, feeling her heart rate begin to quicken.

"They killed Boyd and Erica," Isaac states, bringing pack painful memories and a frown to Carmen's face, "And we just let them get away with that."

"I thought we were giving them a second chance." Carmen furrowed her eyebrows, listening as he clicked a bullet into the chamber.

"They don't deserve it."

"Things are different now," Carmen bites her lip sadly, "It doesn't have to be like that anymore."

Isaac rolled his eyes and grabbed his large black coat from the end of the bed, holstering the gun in his pocket.

"I had a feeling you'd say something like that."

Isaac begins to walk out of the room, worrying her. Carmen jumped from the bed to run after him in fear of him doing something drastic, but she immediately face-planted into the ground. She looked back and realized that he had cuffed her foot to the bedpost. Just as Carmen easily broke free from the cuffs, Isaac used his heightened speed to bolt out of the loft, rendering her useless against him.

Carmen grabbed her phone and ran down the stairs and immediately began to panic. Was Isaac serious? Where was this all of a sudden coming from? Something was seriously wrong here.

Carmen quickly dialed Scott's number and paced around the room patiently, waiting for him to pick up.

"Hello?" He finally spoke, his voice edged with slight suspicion that she ignored.