I am on a roll today! I wrote TWO more chapters of this story and a third is on the way! I'm sooo happy!
So, without further ado, here's the next chapter.
Oh, and would a REVIEW once in a while kill anyone! I like the warm, bubbley feeling I get from a comment or two just as much as you do! TwT
"Legal Assassin"
GERALD sits in his room, staring at a picture of his wife. Ghostly whispers fill the air with their dark accussions. Eventually, SHEILA's voice is heard.
DEAD SHEILA'S VOICE:
Gerald... Gerald! Gerald!
GERALD closes his eyes and covers his ears as iff to block out the noises and his thoughts. He stands up and walks over to a picture of their family seven years ago, before the organ failures.
GERALD:
Where did our dear son go?
It's me he must escape.
The burdans I can't erase.
The mother I might've saved.
GHOSTLY WHISPERS:
Assassin... murderer... monster...
GERALD:
Sheila, I need you now.
Look what I've become.
The nightmare that he should fear
Is the father you left alone.
As the ghostly whispers start accusing again, GERALD walks out of his room, making his way through the house and into the living room.
GHOSTLY WHISPERS:
Assassin... murderer... monster...
Assassin... murderer... monster...
Assassin... murderer... monster...
GERALD sinks into the couch, holding his head in his hands. After a moment of silence, he looks through his fingers at yet another family picture.
GERALD:
The years roll by without you, Sheila.
Seven years have come and gone.
I raised our Kyle with the best intentions.
But there is something I can't tell him.
I am lost without you here.
I am only living out a lie!
GERALD rises to his feet and turns his back to the picture. His fists clench at his sides before he turns back to it, pointing towards KYLE's room.
GERALD (cont):
But Kyle can never leave!
He is my everything!
Nothing can bring you back!
Kyle is all I have!
GERALD falls to his knees, consumed with grief. The ghostly whispers sound up again around him, taunting, accussing.
GHOSTLY WHISPERS:
Assassin... murderer... monster...
Assassin... murderer... monster...
Assassin... murderer... monster...
GERALD:
The years roll by without you, Sheila.
Seven years have come and gone.
I raised our Kyle with the best intentions.
But there is something I can't tell him.
I am lost without you here.
I am only living out a lie!
GERALD suddenly leaps back to his feet, storming into the kitchen. He throws the door open, entering the basement and starting down the stairs.
GERALD (cont):
I'm the monster!
GHOSTLY WHISPERS:
Assassin!
GERALD:
I'm the villain!
GHOSTLY WHISPERS:
Assassin!
GERALD:
What perfection!
GHOSTLY WHISPERS:
Assassin!
GERALD:
What precision!
GHOSTLY WHISPERS:
Assassin!
GERALD stops at the foot of the stairs, surveying the basement. Various knives, hooks, and other torture and dissection devices fill the room. In the center of the room stands a black haz-mat suit, the infamous REPO MAN's uniform.
GERALD:
Keen incisions, I deliver!
Unscathed organs, I deliver!
Repossessions, I deliver!
I'm the Repo, Legal Assassin!
GHOSTLY WHISPERS:
Assassin! Assassin!
Assassin! Assassin!
Assassin! Assassin!
Assassin! Assassin!