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was too late.  
    Cara shoved him around the corner of the building and clapped a hand over his mouth in case he cried out. The moment she made contact with his skin, evil poured into her. Visions of gunfire and dead bodies flashed through her mind along with images of his childhood. He was filled with black fury. She saw flickering images of him beating a dog to death before he shoved her against the wall, breaking through the visions in her mind. He slammed his forearm over her throat, leaned his face close to hers and applied pressure. Her fingernails scrabbled over the scratchy material of his coat before she kneed him in the crotch. As he staggered backwards, his trench flapped open and she saw the glint of guns.  
    "You shouldn't have interfered," he said in a strange, distorted voice.  
    He smiled as he straightened and went for his gun. Cara whirled for momentum and kicked his wrist as it closed over the handle. The sound of his wrist snapping split the night air and the sound that came from him wasn't human. He attacked like an animal and she easily ducked his punches, which were filled with more strength than a normal human, but he was sloppy and uncoordinated. The most experience he had in fighting was beating those who didn't know how to defend themselves. She did. He managed to plant a fist in her side and that hurt like a bitch. She channeled all her strength into an uppercut that would end this. Teeth flew as his mouth clacked shut. Before he hit the ground, he was out cold. Blood poured from his mouth and she swallowed with difficulty, throat aching. She ran a hand gingerly over her ribs, checking. Bruised, not broken. She stood motionlessly over the unconscious human and waited.  
    Dilated blue eyes laced with red flipped open. There was no humanity left in him. The creature that peered up at her was evil incarnate. "I've heard of you, Cara."
    She wasn't speaking to the man, but the demon using him as a puppet to further his propensity for violence and murder.  
    "Want to introduce yourself?" she rasped.  
    "Rage," he said and inclined his head.  
    She crouched beside the human and grasped his face between her palms. Warm blood slid over her hands and once more, she plunged into the human's mind and found icy cruelty. She saw more images of a child being ridiculed by school kids and foster parents. No one wanted him. He loathed his biological parents who threw him away like trash. The demon, Rage, had been working on this human for years, stirring his bitterness and hate to a feverish pitch which would culminate here in a bloody massacre. Cara sent her magic into the human who jolted as if he had received an electrical shock. He reared up to claw her face. She clocked him in the face to stun him and straddled his chest, using her legs to pin his arms to the ground.  
    "Rage, you bastard, come to me," she hissed.  
    The demon was firmly embedded in the human's heart. She streamed more of her magic into the puppet, demanding Rage give himself up. When the demon detached himself from the man and launched himself at her, the impact toppled her backwards. The back of her head smacked the pavement and white-hot shards of pain bolted through her skull. Rage ricocheted inside of her like a pinball and jacked up his power. Her blood boiled and every fiber in her demanded she finish the job the puppet came here for. Murder, retribution. Kill everyone in sight.  
    Cara rolled onto all fours and her body bowed as she tried to contain Rage. The demon filled every inch of her body with hate and a need to make everyone fear her. She struggled to focus. She chipped the pavement beneath her fingers as she fought the demon's compulsion. Her hand rose and hovered over the unconscious man beside her. His coat was open and the guns on his torso gleamed seductively in the light. An image flashed into her mind and it was enough to block out the poison drowning her. She jerked her hand away from the guns and glanced up to