Chapter Five: Victim
Disclaimer: I wish I could own Richard Foley! ;. ;
HFH writes: Sorry for the delay, between my exams and the writer's block I couldn't continue with this fic xx. This chapter narrates what happened with Richie after his father was murdered. I hope you like it.
I thank you all for your support and your patience. This will be the last chap, and I'll try to upload the Epilogue as soon as possible. In the meantime, I gotta study Freud for another exam... X . X;;
Saturn's Hikari: Thank you very much! About Richie... well, I don't want to spoil. I just luv him :)
Nikana: Gear? Well, he rocks... I mean, he's not as strong as Static, and sometimes he can't help Virgil, but you can see he's doing the best he can. That's why I admire him
tracebo: Thanks for your comments, I really appreciate them. I'm afraid this chap is kinda short, I'll try to post a longer epilogue a.s.a.p
Feline-Feral: I apologize for the long wait! I'll write the epilogue when Fred allows me...
Kate Maxwell: I think you're right about Richie...
X3: Well, it seems you gotta read if Richie did kill Mr. Foley or not. About Sean, well, I agree with you
Angel Reid: I thank you again for your help, I didn't want to bother you sending this chap. But I'd love to have your help when I write the epilogue. Can I send it to you before I post it? I hope you like this new chap
Richard Osgood Foley was tired. He sat on the dirty floor and leaned his back on the wall. His arms surrounded his legs, protecting them. Alone in the darkness, he closed his eyes. A bitter sigh escaped from his mounth, it was followed by some sobs. His hands were stained with scarlet. His mind was a whirlwind. He could hear Sean Foley repeating his last word over and over again.
Assassin...
He could hear his mother's cry. Richie could touch his mother's wounds. In his imagination, he could see Mrs. Foley's terrified look.
Assassin...
"But... there was nothing I could do. He... he was going to kill her!"
Assassin...
"I can feel it, my memories are whirling. Nothing makes sense. My father, standing in the door and holding a gun. My own, drunk father, hitting me twice and losing his balance. The gun, falling next to me. Virgil's desesperated scream, my only friend. His father was the only paternal figure I ever had. My father was too busy with his drinks, with his beisbol... My mother was too busy with her friends, with her lovers... They never loved me..."
"I spent my whole childhoood alone. I needed them, but they disapointed me. If only they tried... if we were an united family. My father woudn't have been dead. My mother wouldn't have been hurted. I wouldn't have been here, with my stained hands. I'm the only victim of their stupidity... I'm nothing but a victim"
Richie's cry became louder
"I grabbed the gun, my father smirked. -Leave!- I whispered. He walked towards me, still smirking"
"I hated him. In that moment, I could feel the power of Hate... the Hate made my blood boil... the Hate controlled my fingers... the Hate fired at my father. That shot... God! What an horrrible sound!. My father collapsed on the floor. My mother stared at him, shocked. Virgil's call resounded in the room. I touched his chest, trying to help him. My father gave me the last glance... his last word cut the silence..."
-Assassin...
"I didn't want to... I just ran away... I never wanted to kill him... I just don't know what happened to me!"
Some tears wet his overall.
"Now, all is over. Over"
The teenager shooked his head.
"I can't bear this anymore... I can't!"