I rip the black bag off his head his eyes dart around the room and he struggles against the chair he is tied to. "What the fuck is this?" He hisses at me, I smile, "Revenge!" I simply say and backhand him hard the slap echoing through the abandoned warehouse we are in.
Earlier That Day: With some simple digging around I have found the names of the gang responsible for Harry's death, I have been speaking to dealers, to whores, to anyone, who will tell me information. This particular individuals name is Theo. "Theo?" I ask the dealer to clarify. He nods at me, "Yeah, Theo Peck. He got his second name for his total lack of fighting skills, he is in the gang, they keep him around but he's useless to them, you know what am saying, my nigga?" He asks me looking me dead in the eyes, I nod trying to act tough and I'm sure my facial expression fails me at this moment, but it must be unreadable to him because he says.
"Anyway? why do you wanna know?" He asks me. I hand him the £20 and he hands me the bottle of pills. "He owes me money." I lie the dealer doesn't seem to question my answer or particularly care that much.
"Peck owes everyone money! the guys a total walking wank stain with a bad crystal meth addiction, amongst other things" He says and turns and leaves driving off in his black car. I place my black hood over my head and sit on the wall waiting.
Some time passes and it's almost nightfall when I see Him approaching me. "Theo?" I call his name and he turns his head to look at me before he can cross the road to his gang of friends. He walks towards me. "Did Sharky send you? have you got it?" He asks me. I have no idea what he is talking about but I see an opportunity. I nod and say "Yeah. But he said for only one of you to come to pick it up," He narrows his eyes for a second. "You don't have it on you right now?" He asks me, "Nope," I reply his build is skinny he has a hood up his face looks drawn in and he looks tired and high on whatever drug and stinks of weed. "I guess it is for the best! no good to carry a gun around! Ok, let me see what they say then" Peck say gesturing to his friends across the road. He turns to sprint over to them but I say, "Look! I haven't got all day. Just come with me now and see them after!" He nods "Ok" he finally says and I smile. "My cars around here," I say and we walk to the back of the shops. He is in front of me. "How long have you worked for Sharky? I haven't seen you before." He asks me without turning around. I look around and when I see there is no one around, or no one looking I say. "I don't work for Sharky" He turns around to look at me confused, and I dig him hard once in his face knocking him unconscious. I shove a black bag over his head and drag him into the car struggling but managing to throw his body into the back seat.
I drive to the abandoned warehouse I have been squatting in since my money ran out to keep on paying for hotels. I rip the black bag off his head his eyes dart around the room and he struggles against the chair he is tied to. "What the fuck is this?" He hisses at me, I smile, "Revenge!" I simply say and backhand him hard the slap echoing through the abandoned warehouse we are in. "See, you and your friends killed someone I cared about! stabbed him 34 times! do you remember?" I ask him, tears stream off his face and he pisses himself out of fear. He denies it of course, "I-I don't know what you're talking about" He says I put the knife I produced a while ago to his cheek and carve a C from his ear to the corner of his mouth. He screams and cries in pain.
"Tell the fucking truth!" I say as his blood drips onto his clothes. "Alright. Yes, we did! but we didn't mean to kill him! I swear it just went too far! please let me go!" He says to me I rag his head back hard holding his hair. "But you did kill him! and you must suffer for that!" I say he cries and pleads. "Please man! I'll do anything. I'll suck your dick!" He whimpers and I throw his head forward and it hangs in front of him. "Not interested!" I say and he goes to speak again but my voice fills the space booming and echoing off every wall. "DO NOT SPEAK! YOU KILLED HARRY FOR HIS SEXUALITY CHOICE AND HERE YOU ARE OFFERING SEXUAL FAVOURS TO ME! YOU DISGUST ME!" I scream at him he vomits due to fear and probably pain from his facial cut.
"I wish I could say I'm not going to kill you," I say lifting his head forcing him to lock eyes with me, "But I'd be lying," I say and stab him repeatedly over and over in his neck and shoulder his blood squirting out everywhere and saturating him and me. Even when he is clearly dead I do not stop stabbing until I reach 34 times. I sink to the floor after he is dead and vomit on the ground next to me. I know killing somebody is never easy. But despite what people believe this isn't my 1st time. It's just been a while since my first ever kill. I throw a sheet over his dead body tied in the chair. I walk and look in the chipped mirror leaning next to a wall. Blood is all over me and smeared on my face, I barely recognize myself, my eyes look cold and lifeless, my hair is shaved to a buzz cut and my clothes are bloodstained. I take them off quickly and throw them next to his body and change into my other clothes that are here already next to the mattress I have been sleeping on. I wash and scrub the blood off my face with a soap bar the thick red liquid staining the sink. I then retrieve the 4 petrol cans I stocked up with in anticipation, I pour it around the floor and all over his body. I take my travel bag and my essentials, light a match and throw it, it sparks and begins to burn as I exit the building. I drive out of the parking lot of the abandoned factory and across, parking parallel to the factory. I sit watching the factory burn until it is a big blaze and smile knowing it will conceal the murder, well, at least for now. I am happy one of the four responsible for Harry's death has met his own, this one was easy, the other 3 will not be as easy. But I am 100% ready to execute this plan. And I will! Through any means necessary. Since leaving the facility in the way I did, I have stopped taking my strong anti-psychotic medication, that kept my dark schizophrenic thoughts at bay, I am an angry Lion released into the world, an untamed, unfeeling force to be reckoned with, I want revenge and justice and I will get it, they will fall like dominoes, one by one, and anyone else that gets in my way or tries to stop me.
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Darker Moon
General FictionHarry is dead. Gone. A life snuffed out so easily like blowing out a candle. Jace is grieving. Sad. Angry. and Vengeful. And determined to make those people responsible pay the ultimate price.
