Normal POV

"What the hell is that?" Zaratras and the others stared intently at the Tera cotta figure decorated with Dreyfus' bones.
"I really should thank you for digging up Father's bones." Says Griamore as he caressed the delicate bones. "Now Farher, you shall watch...as I torture Uncle Zaratras to death...I know you'd love that..." Griamore started talking all mushy gushy in front of it. Doni just made a slight coughing sound.
"Doni, watch over them. I want to polish Father's special machete before I slay them. That way, we can see the blood clearly on the blade." Doni nodded as Grimaore left the room. A few minutes later, the sound of steel being grazed against a rough exterior emitted from the hallway. Griamore was now sharpening the blade.

Meliodas turned his attention to Elizabeth. How the hell are they gonna escape this?
"If only I could reach my sword..." He whispered while staring at his dragon sword displayed at the other side of the room. He needed to get out of here fast. Elizabeth was in so much pain. If one can describe her legs, it would be chicken legs at the moment. Deep fried and cooked to a perfect brownish color. Meliodas bit his bottom lip, Griamore did this to Elizabeth. She was suffering. Soon, she may not be able to walk at all. "Fuck this!" He kept on pulling the chains no matter how bruised his neck was.
Meliodas took a glance at Zaratras, who seems to be smiling for no apparent reason. Meliodas felt suspicious by that look. All of a sudden, Zaratras started chuckling at Griamore. Doni had an annoyed face plastered on.
"What's so funny old man?" Doni didn't hesitate to kick his upper back knocking Zaratras forward. He kept on chuckling. "You..." Zaratras got on his knees. "Now I remember you. Doni from Edinburgh? I remember you clearly..." Looms like Zaratras his a nerve because Doni seemed to react to his words. "You were crushed when I fired you from the job years ago. How many times do I have to tell you boy, copyright is stealing. Recreating my books and print your name on the front is illegal. The police never found you after escaping, now I know why."
"I contributed with the book...and never once did I receive even a small dedication. I LOVED THE DOORIS BOOK." He reasoned.
"No, you were OBSESSED with the book, to the point that you'd rather take what's not yours and make it as your own. Also, what contribution did you ever made in the book? Because from what I remember, you were only a fan..." Zaratras taunted.
"Yeah...you're #1 Fan of all time." He sounded crazy right there...like his mind went into a frenzy of thoughts of how much he loved the story.
"A very obsesses fan at that.." Zaratras muttered. It seems Zaratras hit another nerve in his system. Doni pulled out a gun and aimed it directly at Zaratras.
"I am not OBSESSED..." Spoken like a true mental patient. Doni was indeed obsessed but was too stubborn to admit it.
"Look, Doni...what do you gain from all of this?" That question made Doni freeze. "What is it? Power? My wealth? Fame? The glory? A spot on the Best writers awards?...what do you really want?...because you can't get any of those when I'm dead."
Zaratras waited for his answer. "To be featured..." He finally said. "I want to be featured...in your next book..." That was easy way to make him open up.
"Okay. ,...I'll ...I'll feature you in the story...just...help us...escape..." Zaratras stated. He eyed Meliodas and Elizabeth who were struggling under the chains.
"Promise me..." Zaratras looked him in the eyes and vowed.
"I promise you...and I will keep it." Doni didn't believe him at first.
"How do I know that you're not lying?" He eyed Zaratras with suspicion.
"This is a life or death situation. I would rather be alive than be tortured to death." This was no time for sarcasm but he had to say it.
"Ugh...fine. You better keep your promise..or else..." Doni threatened, still holding the gun towards Zaratras.
"Great...I promise you that I will feature you in it..." Doni gave Zaratras a snitch before cutting off the ropes around his hands with a pocket knife.
"Thank you Doni..." Zaratras massaged his slightly bruised hand.
"Okay, now about the featuring, I personally would li-" Doni wasn't able to continue. His body froze for a movement before he puked out blood from his mouth. Zaratras was horrified. So was Meliodas. Elizabeth wasn't able to see it since she was unconscious at the moment. Doni looked down to his abdomen to see a long blade stabbed behind his back and right through his lower left stomach.

"Doni!" Zaratras yelled. The blade withdrew and the person behind Doni kicked his body forwards sending Doni's face smashing against the concrete floor. Blood spilled everywhere as he held his deep wound.
"That's what happens when you double cross me, Doni..." Griamore had finally came back from sharpening his machete. It passed expectations after seeing it first hand impale Doni in just seconds. Zaratras immediately went to his aid.
"Doni!" Zaratras wasn't able to get hold of Doni in time as Grimaore kicked him in the jaw yet again, sending him back. Griamore walked forward and stomped on Doni's back where the wound was still fresh. He pressed his foot harder penetrating the wound making it deeper.
"Aghhhh!" Doni screamed in pain. He tried to push Griamore off but his weight was too much.
"Stop it!" Meliodas can't do anything but beg while he tried breaking the chains. It was starting to weaken due to him constantly pulling at it all the time.
"Griamore!" Zaratras fought back and attacked Griamore straight on. Their bodies tumbling backwards. The machete Griamore held was dropped during the attack. Zaratras got into a straddling position and punched his nephew left and right. Griamore gripped his uncle's shirt and used all of his strength to slam him to the side. He succeeded and was now on top of Zaratras.
Meliodas saw the opportunity to reach out for the machete. It was strong enough to to cut through the chains. Meliodas tried to lean forward. He used his arms but to no luck then used his feet to try and get the blade closer to him. "Damn this!" He kept on cussing. The chains were hurting his neck. Only a few more meters and the blade will be in his possession. This was the disadvantage for people with short stature. Meliodas somehow regret being born short.
While he was busy reaching for the blade, Griamore was now chocking Zaratras against the walls. Zaratras kicked his balls. Griamore knelt down in pain, this gave Zartras a chance to kick his face to the side. Grimaore received a cut lip and a bruise forming under his chin while Zaratras held into the wall trying to catch his breath.
"You feeling the love yet...h..huh Uncle?!"
"I sure do Nephew. I'm gonna show you how much I love you..." Zaratras attacked him once again, body slamming Griamore near the hot surface of the furnace's walls. He screamed in pain. Griamore was first to recover from his injury. It hurt to walk but he endured the pain. He held his uncle by the shoulder and lifted him up then slammed Zaratras down the old hospital bed. The metal broke into pieces. Zaratras clutched his aching back.
"You have a Funny way of showing how much you love me...is this how you showed My Father, your love huh?!" Griamore stepped on his chest and put some weight on it. Zaratras reached out to the nearest object next to him. He took hold of a metal bar and slashed Griamore on the face earning him a scar under his right eyes, down to his nose and then to his left cheek.
"I loved My brother!" The two continued on with their wrestling match.
"Then why did you kill him?! He was nothing but a loving bother to you..yet you killed him!" Griamore was fueled with anger. "I had to endure the loss. Now I can never prove to my Father how successful I am, when he's dead!" Griamore saw Meliodas reaching out for his blade. He ran over to him and stepped on Meliodas' foot.
"Fuck!" Meliodas cussed in pain. Griamore took his bloody machete. Both men now were armed with weapons.
"You will pay for killing my Father! What better way to do that than by killing you right in front of his bones!"
"You've gone crazy!" Griamore didn't care. His mind was only focused on killing his uncle. "I didn't kill ...Dreyfus!"
"Shut up!"
"I loved Dreyfus...and Dreyfus loved me back. I would never kill my brother."
Zaratras noticed something. His fighting style, his movements, his speed,maid strength..almost everything when Griamore fights. He was a carbon copy of Dreyfus. Like Father like son. This fight was all too familiar. A memory jogged up his mind, a flashback of what it was like being face-to-face with a serial killer.

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1 year ago...

"I think I've let you live long enough, brother...time for you to die!" Dreyfus said as he chocked Zaratras by the neck. Zaratras fought back and kicked his legs, making them both trip. Their bodies tumbled down the hill till they eventually arrived at what seems to be a well. Just like Jacob's well, this hole on the ground was a scarring part of the twin's life.
"Do you remember this place brother?" Dreyfus continued on landing punches on Zaratras underneath him. The two were now on the edge of the so called bottomless pit where Dreyfus dumps all of his victims remains...more importantly, the first place where he poured the blood of their parents after he murdered him that night. The red liquid staining the giant rocks of the pit from below. Zaratras struggled to get free from Dreyfus' strong grip. Dreyfus did a hard head butt making Zaratras feel dizzy. His vision was starting to blur and the world around him was spinning slowly. Dreyfus smirked and brought Zaratras close to his face. "Say hello to Mom and Dad for me." Dreyfus made His twin stand up. Zaratras felt like half of his blood had been drained, his head was throbbing and his body was starting to feel numb. Dreyfus pushed his body backward while holding Zaratras by his scarf. His body was leaning towards the entrance of the pit. One slip up, and Zaratras will plum it to his grave 15 feet below. The force and sharpness of the rocks will definitely kill him.

Dreyfus was about to let go of him before he saw what he never wanted to see...TEARS...ZARATRAS' TEARS...the little droplets of water cascading down his brother's cheeks. Zaratras' silent sobs alerted Dreyfus of his part the past. In Dreyfus' mind, memories of Zaratras crying played.

***
Mother blamed me for breaking the vase...
Zaratras took the beating
I went to get a midnight snack...
Zaratras told mother that he commanded me to do it. He took the blame
She burnt my clothes...
Zaratras shared his. He whimpered under the cold
Mother took away my food...
Zaratras shared his portion. He cried from a painful stomach ache
Bullies would pick on me...
Zaratras comes home with bruises. He beat the, up for me but his injuries hurt.
I was very ill...
Zaratras prayed beside my bed. He cried while begging the gods to heal me
I killed our parents...
Zaratras cried...he was scared...that I would kill him too...even after what happened...he never called the cops.

I didn't...I wouldn't...never...would I hurt my brother...I'd die first before he would lay a hand on him...my brother...
***

Dreyfus snapped out of his trance. Someone weigh anger with a life full of love and care from his twin...the heart is always heavy. "B...brother...I'm...I'm sor-" Dreyfus couldn't finish. Zaratras' legs held on but his foot slipped making him fall backward. Dreyfus acted immediately and pulled him towards himself. Zaratras became alert. He was able to fling his arms and held unto the edge, his body hanged as he tried pulling himself up...realizing that he was free, Zaratras took out his spare flashlight in hopes that it is still working.

"Dreyfu-" his eyed already panned to the bottom part of the pit. Zaratras' expression went pale. 15 feet below, he can see Dreyfus' body crushed by the hard and pointy rocks below. Blood oozed out of his head as it was cracked by the impact, his spinal cord twisted a bit and some of his bones...were fractured.

A very good timing for his flashlight to go off. Zaratras couldn't handle seeing Dreyfus in that situation. He backed away and sat in front of the pit breathing heavily. The pain in his chest grew. He loved Dreyfus...even when he turned into a cold-hearted killer, he continued on loving him. But Zaratras knew that this love can't go any further...especially when hundreds of innocent lives have been involved...killed by his brother's own hands. For once, he had to choose justice over family. But his pain was slowly healed knowing that he didn't kill Dreyfus, he committed suicide out of love. Zaratras massaged his forehead.

"May you rest in peace..." Many would argue that this filth of a person should burn in hell for eternity. Zaratras isn't one to judge when he knows the truth. May Dreyfus have some peace while he accepts punishment. Getting up, he clutched his aching body part and limped his way out of the forest. Upon arriving to the meeting place he told Elizabeth and Eliane, the girls started screaming and running away from him. They must thought he was Dreyfus...

End.
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"Lies!" Griamore charged at his uncle. With a big swing of his machete, Griamore was able to make another slash on Zaratras. Blood spewed out staining his clothes. Zaratras hissed in pain and took a few steps backward. He clutched his chest area. Griamore added insult to injury as he finished him off with another kick on his wound sending him flying back. Griamore walked over to the pained Zaratras. Ho crouched down in front of his uncle's body.
"You're wrong...Father told me...a killer ...doesn't have a heart..." Zaratras saw from behind Griamore that Meliodas was free and was now carrying an unconscious Elizabeth. He felt relieved that they were free. His plan had now started. He needs to stall Dreyfus just a little more.
"Dre...y...f..f...us...does. It's you who doesn't..." Griamore took the tip of the machete and pressed down on his uncle's leg, crucifying him to the floor. Zaratras hissed in pain.
"Good thing too. Like Father said, a killer has no heart..." He chuckled. "Any last wishes before I kill you?" No response from Zaratras. He only continued to stare Griamore dead in to the eyes.

"Alright then..." Griamore had a sadistic smile. His thoughts were clouded with blood lust. He swung his machete to the back and...

Zaratras close his eyes for the impact but it didn't came. A loud banging sound was replaced from the evil laughter on his nephew. Griamore fell to the side. His head was spinning from the smack. Blood was oozing opened his blurry eyes to see what had happened. Griamore focused until his eyes landed on...

Anna swinging a bloody chair.

Author's Note:
Bet you forgot about Anna didn't you?! XD