Sincerely, Your Intelligence.

Well, this is the end. I won't say much, as my writing should speak for itself. This has been a journey for me as well as you, as this is the first thing I've ever posted on the internet. I hope that this story had the desired impact. I came close to tearing up a few times while writing this, and hopefully you came close while reading. This will be the last author's note. I will ask you to listen to a song while you read a certain part (Don't worry it will say in the text when to play it), and please listen to it and pay attention to the lyrics while you read. The last question I will pose to you is, Who's point of view is the song taking place from? See you guys later :).

Sincerely, Your Intelligence.

Chapter 9 (Truly Free)

"Frank. I'm going to cut the air from your lungs." This is what Howard said as he prepared his next strike. Frank chuckled. "Why that's good. Yes, that's very good! Yes...I like that!" Frank tried an overhead chop, but was blocked by Howard's cutlass. "Why are you doing this Frank? What drove you to kill?" Howard asked as he and Frank circled around each other. "Life was always boring for me. Murder relieves that." Frank said with a smirk. Howard tried a stab, but was parried by Frank. Frank suddenly stopped. "This is going nowhere Howard. Let's get this over with quickly before I die of boredom." Then the lights flickered, and died. Because Howard's eyes were black however, he could see in the dark. Frank had changed.

His body had turned a bright golden color, and he lacked eyes completely. Frank let out a hollow laugh, and charged Howard. Howard blocked the first few strikes, but a punch to the leg caught him off guard. Howard was momentarily unbalanced, but quickly recovered with a slice to the arm. Frank tried to punch Howard in the jaw, but Howard used a trick he learned from Jacob. He raised his sword quickly, causing Frank to punch the blade, cutting his hand in half. "GAH!" Screamed Frank, his hand leaking oil. "I'm gonna rip you apart, piece by piece." said Frank angrily, his voice a deep gravel.

Frank tried to chop Howard's head off, but was blocked again by Howard's blade. "Why won't you just die!?" yelled Frank, who was continually being blocked. "I don't know." replied Howard calmly. Frank tried a heavy handed punch, but Howard took the opportunity to parry him, sending Frank flying to the ground, snapping his leg in the process. "This is wrong." stuttered Frank. "Shush." Howard said, quickly on top of Frank. Howard raised his sword to strike the finishing blow. "Stop it stop it this is wrong STOP IT STOP IT NOW!" Screeched Frank. Howard cut Frank's head off in one swing. Frank let out one last fading yell, and then Frank died.

Howard collapsed on top of Frank's body. He had did it, he had finally did it. All the people who had died by Frank's hands had been avenged at last. Howard wanted to see the light. He got up, and walked to the exit door on the east side of the dining room. Mike had forgotten to lock the door, so Howard opened it, and walked out the door. It was about five thirty AM.

Listen to the song Deadmau5's The Veldt. It will make you feel even more if you look at the lyrics. Please watch the whole thing.

Howard made his way to the street, and found a comfortable spot near a stop sign. Howard had killed a man. Sure he was a murderer, but he had still killed someone. then the words of a friend went through his head. "There's no right or wrong, I figured that out." He felt a powerful wave of drowsiness wash over him. He felt like he would go to sleep at any second.

Howard sadly sat on the curb, a child with no family, no friends, and no life. Yet, he felt the most alive had had ever been. Howard looked through the window and watched the sun rise on a new day, a new life, and Howard, feeling accomplished, drifted into slumber. He saw Jacob, and he looked fine, like he had gotten to know himself better, like he had gotten ahold of himself. He saw Sarah, and she looked beautiful. Lastly, he saw his dad, and he looked proud at what his son had accomplished. The last thing he saw was his dad and his friends, no, his family smiling at him, and Howard, was happy.

The End.