To Love or To Kill
Prologue
Brady sat in the back of the room. Reflecting what had all happened and how he gotten himself here. Now they were gone and he was here at their memorial service. Needless to say Brady was in denial about the whole situation, he couldn't believe that the person was really dead.
Sitting in the room wearing his black suit and a tear-streaked face, Brady walked up the front to comfort his weeping sister. He had been gone away too long, he should've been up there with her and not in the back room grieving by himself. His sister was hurting as much if not more than he was. Then again he couldn't compare how much who was in pain the most.
Besides his sister now, Belle looked up with her red and puffy eyes. Tissue in hand, she offered one to Brady. He declined and said, "I'm a guy. I just have to suck it up, I'm sure this is not what they would have wanted us to be doing. But we are inclined to shed some tears, right?" he smiled at Belle. She gave a simple nod as she leant into Brady and rested her head on his chest as he patted her head, smoothing her hair back away from her paled face.
Shawn sat with his family and watched from across the pain in his girlfriend's face. He wished he could be the one giving her comfort now but she had her brother who looked to be in worst shape than she was.
Brady began thinking to himself silently, 'It's not going to end like this. Not by a long shot, I will get my revenge and not just exactly how to do it.'
Brady turned around as he heard the doors to church open. He looked at the guest with suspicious eyes as to what would bring them here? 'Nicole had no relations to them. No way, shape, or form' he thought but through out the idea immediately as he began forming a plan for revenge. He knew who the killer was, and would make sure DiMera would pay for it.
Conspiring mind of Brady's formed a way in which to get DiMera back. And he would pay him back by killing person that meant the most to him like DiMera had done to Brady. By killing the person that meant the most to him. And so it began……..
Prologue
Brady sat in the back of the room. Reflecting what had all happened and how he gotten himself here. Now they were gone and he was here at their memorial service. Needless to say Brady was in denial about the whole situation, he couldn't believe that the person was really dead.
Sitting in the room wearing his black suit and a tear-streaked face, Brady walked up the front to comfort his weeping sister. He had been gone away too long, he should've been up there with her and not in the back room grieving by himself. His sister was hurting as much if not more than he was. Then again he couldn't compare how much who was in pain the most.
Besides his sister now, Belle looked up with her red and puffy eyes. Tissue in hand, she offered one to Brady. He declined and said, "I'm a guy. I just have to suck it up, I'm sure this is not what they would have wanted us to be doing. But we are inclined to shed some tears, right?" he smiled at Belle. She gave a simple nod as she leant into Brady and rested her head on his chest as he patted her head, smoothing her hair back away from her paled face.
Shawn sat with his family and watched from across the pain in his girlfriend's face. He wished he could be the one giving her comfort now but she had her brother who looked to be in worst shape than she was.
Brady began thinking to himself silently, 'It's not going to end like this. Not by a long shot, I will get my revenge and not just exactly how to do it.'
Brady turned around as he heard the doors to church open. He looked at the guest with suspicious eyes as to what would bring them here? 'Nicole had no relations to them. No way, shape, or form' he thought but through out the idea immediately as he began forming a plan for revenge. He knew who the killer was, and would make sure DiMera would pay for it.
Conspiring mind of Brady's formed a way in which to get DiMera back. And he would pay him back by killing person that meant the most to him like DiMera had done to Brady. By killing the person that meant the most to him. And so it began……..