FFN Quest: Shadows of Regret
Cameron had been lying on his couch watching a game of football for a while now and he was not about to stop now. His home team was about to score another goal when the power went out.
"What the hell's going on!" Cameron yelled in anger.
He sat up and stretched his arms and legs out. Cameron looked down at his soda and food stained, white shirt and shorts.
"Fuck, I'm a dirty boy." Cameron thought, "Whatever, better go to the back of the house."
Cameron got up, and became incredibly dizzy. He stomped out of the room, upset over the fact that his Football Sunday was ruined by the outage. He slid open the backyard door, and walked over to the power box. There, sitting next to the box, was his sister picking flowers and shoving them into the power box.
"What the hell are you doing?" Cameron asked in shock and irritation.
"I'm making it look prettier," Cameron's sister began, "it's just this ugly metal box hanging off the side of the house, it needed a girls touch"
Cameron looked angrier than ever. He always hated his sister, sometimes he even wondered if he hated her when she came out of the womb. They were polar opposites of each other; she was far more girly than he was. She liked pink, he liked blue, she liked Barbie, he liked football, she liked roses, and he liked videogames. They were different, and she had done far too many things to Cameron that had annoyed and irritated him. This was the final straw.
A crooked smile began to form on Cameron's face. "Hey sis, want to see a garden of roses?" Cameron said in a calm tone.
"Wow Cameron that would just make my day." Cameron's sister said, delighted by the fact her brother was actually being nice.
Cameron grabbed her hand gently and led her inside. He walked down the hallway callously, with his sister skipping at his side. He opened the door to the bathroom, and motioned his sister to go in. She did and began to look around the small tiled bathroom.
"W-where's the rose garden Camy?" Cameron's sister said.
Cameron lifted the toilet seat up, and sitting there inert in the still water, was a piece of scat with unfamiliar origins. Before Cameron's sister could register what she was seeing, Cameron's hand grasped the back of her head and pushed it into the toilet water.
The minutes turned into hours, as his sister's joyous body became limp and immobile. She was dead.
DMP looked down at the police report. "What do you make of this Sam?" DMP said, pressing down on the ALT button.
He was on TeamSpeak with his friend Sam, looking at the incident file for Cameron. They were just finding out about the murder, even though it occurred four years ago.
"Man I just can't believe we've been talking to a fucking murderer this whole time." Sam said, pressing the ALT button.
"Don't worry, Sam, we'll find this disgusting boy," DMP started, "and we'll bring him to justice."