Disclaimer= I do not own Degrassi.
Eli wanted to die, plain and simple. He had finally found something good in Clare, and all of that good was gone in what seemed like a tenth of second. His current surroundings involved a cold, hard, ground and a guy that was standing near him. A calm entered Goldsworthy's face as a gun was pointed at his face. Fear did not register in him, even as the safety latch was unhinged.
"Why won't you kill me? I'm very ready to die,"
"No you are not man, so cut the bullshit okay?" Eli stared at the cloudless night sky, still unable to move, his muscle fibers seemingly snapped from their root. "First off, who the hell are you?" A crunching sound was heard, as well as a howl form Eli, who was trembling in pain since he could not reach for his ribs.
"My name is Rick Murray. A long time ago, I nearly killed a fellow student for being the mastermind in my tarring and feathering during a game show contest. I nearly lost my life when a bullet hit a vein in my foot, causing massive bleeding. As soon as I recovered from my injury, I was placed in solitary confinement for a couple of years, until I was let go,"
"I know who you are Rick," Eli says in between wheezes, "why the fuck did you kick me?"
"You should count your blessings; my toe scraped the ground a bit before kicking you." Rick got Eli up and sat him against a tree. "My toe has a metal point and had that point connected? Half a dozen ribs of yours would've shattered and it would've been right then where I would've let you wither away." A smirk came across Eli's face.
"I see so um, thanks for saving me from your foot's wrath."
"I'm currently living in a warehouse with a few of my friends, so let's head there for food and beer,"
"I don't drink,"
"Come on, one drink won't do shit to you."
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A light flickered on and off as Eli and Rick ate pizza and sat across from each other drinking beer and playing poker with Rick's goons. Eli had never played poker before, but he was able to beat everyone and they all left, leaving Eli and Rick alone to conspire.
"Mother always told me not to fight back, to always bottle up everything inside. I did that for the most part; however, there were times where I tinkered with people's drinks and put glirch in girls' hair,"
"Glirch?" Rick explained to Eli that glirch was a substance containing glue, coloring, and some other third thing that when mixed together, it would act like a soft cement. "I got suspended for a while because of a particular batch of glirch that I made 'fused' with a girl's follicles, so much so that she had to get her head shaven. I thought it was funny, but no one else thought so."
"I'm pretty sure they wouldn't find it funny since they would have to walk around bald if they caught that shit in their hair." Eli devoured the last of his cup of beer and slammed down his fist. The effects the alcohol had started to take its toll on him.
"So Mr. Rick, what exactly do we do now?" Rick had pulled out a blueprint with various names and their respective attributes. "You see this right here? What I have right here is a blueprint listing the names of all the people that did me wrong. My plan that I will tell you is this: one by one, I will ensure their permanent end. I will make sure that those bastard pay for what they did to me. They will be sorry for fucking with Rick Murray; they will be very fucking sorry." Eli's eyes began to widen because he too had past that was very violent. It was a past that he tried hard to suppress, but the cage was starting to crack from the dark crevices of his subconscious. What Rick had told him was bad; however, it did not compare to what Eli wanted to do to the people that messed with him.
"Good list, so when are you going to start? Puzzled, Rick scratched his temple, unable to come to a concrete date. Putting his right hand inside his pocket to grab his wallet, he flashed a smile. What he accumulated did not compare to what he had saved in bank accounts across the country. The minute that Rick got access to a computer, under an assumed identity, he began a for-profit website on how to exact revenge on people. His methods were effective enough to earn some decent money, what with a couple of million stashed in backs all around the country and overseas.
"I have the money to buy ammunition; however, since you are going to help me,"
"Who said that I was going to help you?" Rick snapped his fingers and from out of nowhere, a chrome-colored pistol was plopped down in the middle of the table, its shine radiating all around, practically lighting up the room.
"Don't fucking play with me Goldsworthy. You know that you are itching to get back at a certain someone for what they did to you. Does the name Mark Fitzgerald ring a bell?" Eli's eyes widened, anger quickly coloring his face. That fucking guy, he thought; he started shit and eventually that is what caused the breakup between Clare and I. Grabbing the pistol and his hoodie, Eli set off at a panther's like pace, to go pay a visit to one Mark Fitzgerald.
Fitz had just finished repairing the last car of the evening and had gotten a sizeable tip. Wiping the sweat from his sinus, repairing cars brought him satisfaction when he did not want to focus on school. He was known locally for the quality service and the speed of his repairs. The shop he worked at was always busy. There was a "Help Wanted" sign when Sean Cameron left for the military. The shop owner was desperately seeking someone to fill the void that Sean left, and when Fitz came and did a demonstration, the shop's patrons were slack jawed. In Fitz they had someone who was just as good (if not better) than Sean. Profits dipped slightly, but they picked back up and soared. As a result of the spike in profits, Fitz was granted more hours with more pay. He was late into the evening when the lights suddenly flickered on and off.
"Typical shop lights, not surprised by that," Fitz was thinking. Then the lights turned off completely, surprising the mechanic/student. He reached for a flashlight that he kept in his back pocket, but right when he turned it on, a wrench going at a fast speed clocked him in the face, causing him to yell out in pain.
"How was that Fitzy-boy?"
"My cheek is broken, who the fuck are you?" Eli approached Fitz and started clapping and told Fitz that it was him. "I should have known it was you bastard. Why did you throw a wrench at my fist?"
"Count your blessings dude, it could've been a whole lot worse,"
"Its about to get a LOT worse when I break your fucking neck!" The shop was pitch black, so Fitz grabbed a hammer and threw it in the direction where he heard the voice. "Nice try Fitz, but you smashed your boss's door.
"FUCK!"
"Let me get that for you." Fitz was helpless in the dark, circling around only to find his surroundings all the same; nothing but pitch black darkness. "Here's your hammer, fucker." Fitz was thrown back as the hammer slammed into his chest, causing him to crash against the tall tool box, the brunt of the impact absorbed by the box.
"My ch-chest…" Eli slapped Fitz on the side of his face that was not broken. Eli's demeanor turned devilish as he got his pocket knife to stab Fitz in the impact area of his earlier hammer shot. "Y-You fucker,"
"Yeah? Well, you should not have fucked with me when I was with Clare. You should not have done that nut shot, and you should not have tried to stab me at the dance. It's your entire fault that Clare is not with me anymore,"
"Wrong dude," Fitz was slowly slipping away, "It was your own insecurities and your fear of me that caused you to do what you did and eventually break up with Clare. You fucked your own life up." Fitz was soon staring at a bright light.
"The fuck is that light, turn that off,"
"This is the last light that you'll ever see you fuck," Eli said ,"what I have in my hand is a chrome 44 magnum with a light attached and a silencer. After I turn this light off, you will instantly die by a single round from this gun. Any last words Fitzgerald?"
"Go fuck yourself." Those were Fitz's last words as the light turned off and a single shot was fired, causing Mark Fitzgerald's body to go limp.
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Fitz's critical final words… Is this only the beginning of the killings?
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