Barry woke up with the sun, his eyes limp with something unfamiliar. The smell of eggs was overwhelming, Suzy?
Upon walking to the kitchen, he saw for a split second that there she was, preparing breakfast in that silk pink dressing gown he so favoured. She turned to him, pale and slender, the tiny bump peeking under her gown, her auburn hair tumbling over those eyes…
The kitchen of course stood empty, beside the fridge, microwave, a couple of cupboards and the untouched stove. He sighed gruffly, scraping his rough hand across the stubble on his chin and took a slug of his ever-faithful bourbon. The mirror wreaked havoc with his stomach; he noticed that he had managed to get a bit of the girls' blood on his cheek -
"Damn" he muttered, he needed to be more careful. Taking a razor to his neck, he shaved off the stubble, splashed his face with a single handful of water and scrubbed the damage. Polishing his teeth, he roamed the flat looking for his phone.
A cry struck through the air like a whip, the sharp sound uneven and distorted. The empty room providing nothing in return as she sat in bed, the scream had faded and she was left whimpering in those unwashed sheets she had learned to fear, the portal right back into the dreams, The nightmares, Her brother…
He was six. Six years old, the flames had licked and seduced his body, spitting out any remorse for its twisted crime, unstoppable. The poor, weak body curled with the venomous smoke the fire released.
It was not long before the engine came sprinting round the corner – foam desperately trying to uncover the beauteous life, demolished.
Victoria cried for a month, her tears ran dry eventually, but the pain was deep. She did not know who took her brothers life so viciously but she planned to find out. Her list stood at 5.
Number two: Check.
This one squealed, writhing in absolute agony as the bat crushed his legs- Again and again, bone by fracturing bone – the grin Vikki held so beautifully grew as he wailed for mercy. Her eyebrows narrowed as she clambered on top of him, sitting right on the mess of crushed limbs, he shrieked a sharp scream as sudden and electrifying as the pain.
"hmm" she nodded approvingly- "Hey, you know – Jack'd be Seven tomorrow" she explained sweetly – "How about that?" she smiled, stamping down her heavy boots onto either wrist – still sat on him, she dug the bats handle into his nose and ground. She elevated herself so that she as towering above him, legs spread she swung the bat above her head, letting out a ferocious growl she allowed the wood to fall, creating a sickening impact between the wood and his forehead. She repeated this, increasing in speed with each strike, his skull heaving she heard his neck click from the blow. His eyes bloodshot and swollen, his nose a catastrophic mess of blood – she cried, huge sobs. She knew that she still had not found the killer, she cradled the broken, breathless body and the warmth reappeared.
She smiled as she had before, pulling the trench over her blood soaked clothes and disposed of the bat before returning to her Grandmas where her and her father were staying.