Warriors of Poseidon 05 - Atlantis Redeemed

sheer, destructive force of a Warrior of Poseidon who had nothing left to live for.
    They’d killed his woman. They would feel his wrath.
    He threw water at them in the form of a tsunami, or at least that’s what he intended, but instead a lightning bolt shot out from his fingers and smashed through the room, zigzagging through the space, leaving nothing but devastation in its wake. It exploded the steel bars of the cells, crushing them into an insane sculpture of twisted metal, and smashed the men into piles of broken bone and flesh on the floor.
    The electricity in the room sparked wildly, trying to ground itself, but he didn’t allow it to dissipate; he took it into himself and felt the power surge through him. When every cell in his body was lit up like a supernova, he headed through the door toward the lab.
    Litton was going to die first.

Chapter 40
    Brennan ran through the hallway with lightning at his fingertips and murder in his eyes. Nothing mattered—nothing would ever have meaning again—beyond the single imperative: kill them.
    Kill them all.
    He burst through the door to the lab and saw her pale, still body, death’s unfeeling messenger having come and gone and taken its toll. The small, cold corner of his heart that had held out hope—in spite of the guard, in spite of the curse—shriveled and died in his chest.
    Four came at him: two in the white coats of science, one with his gun already in hand, and one with fangs bared. Brennan never slowed down. He blasted them with the dark power; the Atlantis Redeemed – Warriors of Poseidon 05
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    lightning they’d called into his brain so many times had become part of him. He wielded death and despair on the wings of shining, surging power, and they died.
    They all died. The men burned and the vampire flamed into ash on the floor.
    And it was good.
    But Tiernan, his Tiernan, his true mate. She still lay silent and unmoving, unseeing eyes staring up at the ceiling, the beginning of a smile on her pale, dead face.
    He pressed his lips to hers and tried to breathe for her, in and out, over and over, but her lifeless form never responded, though her skin was still warm. He tried, desperate for some response—any response—but it was futile. He straightened at last, the final, dreadful acceptance claiming him.
    She was gone.
    “It wasn’t my fault,” a voice came, sniveling from the corner. “Damn Smitty for quitting, I need him here now. It wasn’t my fault.”
    Litton.
    “You will die for this,” Brennan said, but he didn’t recognize his own voice. The lightning had swallowed him up, eaten his soul, and the power surged through him until he had a voice filled with thunder and gale-force winds.
    He was no longer Brennan, but a storm-chased tsunami, and he would wreak destruction like the world had never known.
    “Who else?” he demanded.
    “What?” Litton edged away from him, but Brennan pointed a finger and the lightning surged.
    The computers and machines near Litton exploded, raining shrapnel on and around the monster who had killed Tiernan.
    Litton fell to the floor, bleeding and crying out, but Brennan had no pity. The lightning had consumed pity; eaten it whole and regurgitated vengeance and death.
    “Who else knows how to use these machines? Who else knows the science of enthrallment?”
    Brennan asked. Though he would die soon, in only minutes if the gods were merciful, he would fulfill Tiernan’s wishes as his final gift to her. He would avenge her, and Susannah, and the baby, and possibly in some way redeem himself for the baby he had not been able to save.
    “Nobody,” Litton said. “I didn’t let anyone else know all of my secrets. They would steal them.”
    Triumphant glee lit up the monster’s face. “So you can’t kill me. You need me, if you want to know how this all works.” Litton’s tone turned shrill and wheedling. “We can work together. All Atlantis Redeemed – Warriors of Poseidon 05
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    the power can be yours.”
    Brennan smiled, a bleak and terrible smile, and Litton flinched, cowering in the corner. “You mistake my intent entirely,” Brennan said. “No one should have this knowledge. Now I will face Tiernan in the next world, content in the knowledge that this hideous experiment died with you.”
    Litton screamed and tried to crawl away, and Brennan knew a moment’s pity, Tiernan’s words ringing in his ears. Enough death. Enough killing. Litton would be brought to