This chapter is a rather disturbing one, you have been warned.
One could say that all evenings in L.A. was anything but quiet, filled with barking of dogs, cars honking as people tried to get home after a long day's work, maybe a starry night served as a soothing feeling in the tremulous ride that is life, those things served to define your place in the city where being alone was next to impossible.
Or almost next to impossible.
It was nearing midnight; The clock's luminescent round face was big enough for everyone to see no matter where they were, the arms kept moving slowly to some but fast to others, serving as a reminder that the time on this Earth was limited.
As such was the case of a man named Beck Oliver who just finished digging his own grave, he tiredly dropped the shovel right next to the freshly dug hole, a woman was in front of him, or at least who he thought was a woman as the stranger's features didn't provide any inkling as to the masked individual's true identity.
The assailant didn't say a word, not that there was in need of any communication to be provided as Beck was on the receiving end of a gun.
That alone spoke a thousand words, the only sound being made was the whistling of the wind, the rustling of the leaves in the crispy cool night air, the trees moving slowly, making them appear as if they were dancing under the huge city clock, a beautiful sight under such grim circumstances.
Beck closed his eyes, he knew was what coming next, "So it comes to this doesn't it?" He chuckled darkly "I always knew you would stoop to my level."
The assailant grunted, she would have none of Beck's smug comments, so she attacked him with the stock of the firearm, which made him strike to the ground and straight into the hole.
He looked up at his soon to be killer, her eyes filled with nothing but burning contempt almost as if he were seeing the pits of hell, a premonition of what was to come maybe?
Beck wouldn't admit it but he swore that he felt some tears running down his cheeks his cheeks, but he refused to cry and beg for his life, preferring to die with dignity, he got up or tried to but he was only strong enough to be on his knees as he been beaten severely during the past year.
The assailant was hardly impressed, getting the rifle ready; staring down at the man who she had grown to hate more than she ever thought possible, the rifle snugly gripped in both hands, pointing in between the eyes.
The finger was trigger friendly but instead of shooting the masked person toyed with its victim as it moved the riffle in different places of Beck's body, almost as if deciding where it would be more painful.
"An eye for an eye asshole."
Beck instantly recognized that voice, slowly a smug grin featured through his swollen face.
"I never hurt your pathetic little boy through an entire year!" Beck said evilly "What you did was sheer and utter vengeance!... You're no better than me... If anything you're worse!"
This time he got a kick in the nuts and a slap to the face, he convulsed on the ground, holding his balls in despair.
"That... Was a warning." She hissed "Open your mouth one more time and you'll regret it."
"Just shoot you monster!"
"Bang!
"AHHHH!" Beck shrieked in pain, instead of a manly scream, he let out a girly one that could rival Cat's "You bitch!"
"You asked me to shoot you." She sneered "Isn't that what you want? To be in control?"
"You're sick!"
"Says the monster that raped a woman, left a baby for dead and murdered an innocent teenager!"
"It served him right!"
Another bullet was shoot.
The loud noise resonated throughout the fauna as the bullet went through the bastard's open mouth and straight through his skull, making it's way towards the grass.
It was hardly in the blink of an eye for the killer as it seemed as if it was taking its sweet time to get out of the gun, in her eyes the bullet seemed to have been going slower than a snail since the killer swore the world went deaf, which only made her believe that it had missed the target due in part to her ever growing rage.
However that was later proved false as, the terrible sound of a squish colliding with flesh was her cringed in disgust, the end result was nothing short of a splatter of blood as the corpse landed on the previously pristine grass.
She grunted, taking off her ski mask revealing her identity.
Though there was no one around to witness what she mad done.
the deed was done but she wasn't pleased by any means as she let out one lone tear.
"I did it Tony." Tori said sorrowfully "Your murdered is no more."
She began to use the shovel, burying this monster in an unmarked grave.
"AHHHHHH!" Tori bolted out of her bed, panting heavily as she stared at her surroundings.
"What? Where? Huh?"
She looked over to the other side of the bed, thankfully her son was still sleeping, like Jade he was a heavy sleeper and wouldn't wake up even if there was a war right in their front lawn.
Tori sighs in relief, holding her face, she felt tears running down her cheeks.
"It was just a nightmare." She muttered "A very scary one."
The Half-Latina was really shaken up by it though, particularly because if the combined horrors of Tony being dead and her committing a murder in an act of revenge.
Once more she looked at her sleeping son, Tori held him close to her protectively, tears continued to run down her face.
Some reached Tony's face, waking him up much to his mother's surprise.
"Mama?" He asked "You crying?"
"No Mijo." Tori denied, rubbing her eyes forcefully "Just got something in my eye."
There was no need to make a big deal over a nightmare, even if it was the most frightening one she ever had.
"You sure?"
"Positive... Just... Try to get some shut eye."
The little boy frowned but nonetheless he tried to close his eyes, "I don't like it when Mama cries."
"Beck you bastard." She thought angrily "I won't let near my son... I don't ever want to be like you... A killer... But if I have no other choice, I will murder your face... Just to keep my family safe."
Neither mother nor son went back to sleep.
This is a follow up to chapter seventeen, sure enough it was very disturbing because Tori would never take a life unless she was pushed over the edge.
seems like Tony isn't the only one having nightmares about Beck.
But the big question here is, are Tony and Tori sharing dreams, premonitions of sorts?
I can tell you that even I don't know yet.
Invader Johnny Signing Off.