Sweet Revenge
Prologue
Loud wailing filled the air as the almost sacred Victorian Villa burned to the ground, the entire place covered in flames. The source of the wailing was a small boy with fiery red hair and bright green eyes with freckles dotting his nose. Beside him was a girl with black and red hair that was tied back in a pony-tail. She's tried to soothe him as his adopted parents watched as the large house burned to the ground.
On the ground near the two was a girl with dark hair and equally dark eye make-up, her eyes wet with tears. Beside her was her friend and one-time lover, his arm wrapped around her protectively. Standing in front of the house was a large bald man and his smaller, blond lover. They both cackled manically as the flames licked at them.
"Well, you did say you wanted them to go out with a bang," the bald man said, turning to his lover. A large grin spread across the blond's face and he bit his lip, trying to hide his joy.
"And I got what I wanted!" he cried, jumping into the big man's arms.
"Happy birthday, lover," the bald one said quietly, poking his beloved in the ribs.
The masked lunatic on the ground stands and glares at the two.
"You know, this is sending up a big sign that says 'HEY STEVIE! WE'RE STILL HERE! COME AND GET US!' Do you have any idea what he's gonna do to us if he finds us?"
The larger man sighed and smacked his friend across the jaw.
"Calm the fuck down. Stevie won't fucking find us. We'll be gone before morning."
"Will we really?" the black and red-haired woman said, taking the masked man's hand. She stood too and looked at the two lovers. "Because I don't wanna be here when the shit hits the fans."
The small blond man giggled and wrapped an arm around his lover's, stroking at the fine hairs on his exposed forearm. The bald man looked at the woman before looking over at the concrete tombstone dug firmly in the ground.
~Here Lies~
Chris 'Abyss' Parks
Born: October 4th, 1983; Buried: September 8th, 2010.
Beloved boyfriend and friend.
May he rest in peace.
His head dropped down as he looked at the tombstone and a single tear escaped his eye and dropped to the ground. His companions looked at him with curiosity, even the baby who had stopped wailing by now, and waited for his reply.
At last, he raised his head and seethes. His face morphed from serene to monstrously angry in a matter of seconds.
"This," he said with a shake of his head, "is FAR from over."
Yeah so I updated it :) Happy now? LOL!
