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just left, wonder if it was something I said. The joint maybe. I wasn’t entirely serious.” Sam searched the darkness around them as they drove. “This means we’re merging some shit, yours and mine. See, I told you we were connected. You have any idea what kind of judgment this is going to be? I mean how serious is it?”
    “Cleansing.”
    “Cleansing,” Sam took a long suck on his cigarette and waved his hand. “As in ethnic cleansing, or what,” he exhaled a jet stream of smoke, “little more specific.”
    “That’s all I know.” But it wasn’t all Ruin knew. He knew that what was going to happen would enrage and torment. He knew that it would satisfy the evil hunger inside. Ruin gritted his teeth with clenched eyes. “Take the next left and drive until the road ends.”

Chapter Five
     
    Isadore had never been so scared. Ruin was different. Not the same. Not himself. Since they’d left out of the bathroom it had gotten a hundred times worse. She could feel the…evil on him to the point of being scared of him. Really scared. Add to the fact that she’d been judged to be executed and she was a mess, hanging on by a thread. Something about Sam calmed her though. And the urge to grab hold of his hand was nearly overpowering. She settled for keeping her hand in middle of the seat.
    “I’m scared,” she whispered, hoping only Sam would hear. The evil that pumped from Ruin was palpable and nauseating.
    To her relief, Sam grabbed hold of her hand and Isadore strangled it with her own. “I’m sorry, I’m not usually this fragile.”
    “Your lies make me hungrier,” Ruin warned from the back seat.
    “I don’t think it’s a lie,” Sam said in a casual tone.
    “It is,” Ruin growled.
    “Give her a frackin break, will you?”
    “There are no breaks in this world.” Ruin sounded winded, his voice straining.
    Isadore knew he was fighting it. “Just hurry and get him there so he can be free of this.”
    “Can do,” Sam said. Isadore felt him trying to pull his hand out of hers and her fear refused to let go. “I…really need my hand to drive.”
    “She’s holding your hand?”
    Even hearing Ruin’s anger couldn’t make her let go, she was stuck, her fingers were stuck on eternally latched. “Yeah, like I said, she’s scared big guy, calm down.”
    “I could kill you,” Ruin said, like it was an afterthought.
    “Yes, you could.”
    “You don’t seem to mind.”
    “Oh, no, I mind. I’m just not scared of you.” Sam looked in the rear view mirror. “Did you know I can see your true form when I look at you in my rear view mirror? Alarming to say the least.”
    “You don’t act alarmed.”
    “I’m good at controlling my emotions is all. Trust me, I’m alarmed,” he said lightly.
    “Then don’t look,” he grit out.
    “That’s why I stopped today,” he said, not bothered by the fury in Ruin.
    Isadore clenched her eyes shut, not wanting to ever see Ruin like a monster. Terror had her so bad she hadn’t realized she’d scooted closer to Sam now. She would have clung to him if it weren’t for the tiny bit of reality keeping her rooted to the spot. Thankfully, Sam seemed to sense her dilemma but the idea made her need him more. She just needed to feel safe, needed to hide from the terror and dread pulling her over that cliff. One didn’t go over that cliff and ever return. She wanted to hold Ruin. And she couldn’t. Panic surged at the thought and Sam squeezed her fingers as though feeling it.
    “I got you, you’re okay,” he mumbled like he didn’t want Ruin to hear.
    “I’m ready to kill both of you,” Ruin gasped, sounding desperate.
    “Hold on there, buddy,” Sam said. “How about we talk about something else. How did you two meet, anyway?”
    “Not her!” he nearly roared.
    “Okay, okay let’s talk about me then. Sooo, I’m twenty seven going on forty. Which is a joke, not a lie,” he added as though knowing it would bother Ruin. “I have no love