Chapter 4
As he stood in the kitchen, he felt suddenly very sick. The scene that had only happened moments before played through his head on an endless loop... over and over and over...
"We have something in common, Ryan. Both of us were hurt by Felix. Join my army, and we will hurt him and make him see how it feels to be in pain."
"But..."
"You want him to know how you feel?"
"Y-Yes..."
"Then join me."
"... I will."
Ryan walked over to the counter, pulling out the top drawer slowly. He winced at the slight
noise it created as the inner wheel rolled across it's track, but he soon had it open.
"Welcome, Ryan Terry, to the barrel army. It is a pleasure to finally have you."
"I-It is?"
"Yes. You see, we have a job only you can do."
"What is it?"
He reached into the drawer, pulling out a large knife. He looked at it, his reflection
distorted slightly by his shaking hand. Just looking at the cold metal made him pale further.
"Before I tell you, I must remind you of something. Fail your mission, and you will suffer for it."
"I understand, your majesty."
Ryan walked down the hall carefully, doing his best not to make too much noise. There... at the end of the hall.
"I need you to dispose of the greatest challenge keeping us from our destiny. Will you do this?"
"Yes sir... but may I ask what it is I have to do?"
"Is it not obvious?"
The door creaked gently, but the sleeping figure in the bed didn't stir. Ryan felt a warm tear trail down his cheek as he stepped up to his best friend... the man he loved... sound asleep in bed. His face was peaceful and smiling, telling him that the swede was having a very good dream. At least, He thought as he felt the other man's face gently. He will be happy before I-
He couldn't even bring himself to finish that sentence. As he raised the blade above his head, he heard the Barrel King's order echo through his mind:
"Kill Felix Kjellberg."
"Goodbye, bro." He choked, bringing the blade down...