bloodandtitanium:

“…what?! You never fucking said anything about a Michael! We went in as allies, just you and me, and when everyone else was dead we were going to turn on each other! That was the plan, remember?! You didn’t say shit about wanting to kill a Michael.” 

Erika paused, both her heart and mind racing wildly. Memories flickered in her mind like shards of broken glass, never quite fitting together. 

"You were being too fucking slow, Dylan. If this Michael is who I think it is, then he was right there and you were fucking around so I took care of it! You had the pick of the goddamn litter too, what was so important about him?!” 

"He killed Hunter, okay?! He killed my friend. I was being slow because the last thing that piece of shit deserved was to go out quickly.”

Dylan was livid now, the words hurtling out of his mouth in a way that was almost nonsensical- incomprehensible.

“I owed him that much, Erika. He was my fucking tribute. We had a plan. So I had a plan for Michael and yes, it involved the slowest death you can afford in the arena. And then he was going to go out the same way Hunter did. And you fucking slit his throat.”