"Sometimes you need to stand up for what you believe in."-advice from my cousin
I laid on the ground motionless covered in blood and coughing as I looked up to see my best friend standing there with a gun in his hand. Other bodies lay on the ground including the body of my wife who was nine months due. All of my friends from high school had been invited to the wedding rehearsal only to get slaughtered by my ex-best friend and his crew of killers. He laughed and held his finger on the trigger.
"I knew you would try to run and get married. You just don't learn your lesson do you?" he asked.
"I swear I will get my revenge!" I panted out.
"No chance," he said and pulled the trigger.
I saw the bullet come up with a bang as it hit my head.
Kill Roy Vol. 1
Starring
Marit Van Carlson-Dorit a.k.a. Queen
Sandy Bauer a.k.a. Spinner
Kristin Dahl a.k.a. Flyer
Mark Davis a.k.a. Top Bottle
Ian Grant a.k.a. Secret Agent
Nikki McCoy a.k.a. Poker
Shyler a.k.a. Super Punch
Leah a.k.a. Corn Kettler
Trevor a.k.a. Slush
Matt Carter a.k.a. Stomper
Kevin Stell a.k.a. Ski
And Roy a.k.a. Bill wannabe
Chapter 1-The Lost Moment
I pulled up to the drive way of a blue house in a black Mazda car. I wore jeans, black polo shirt, and a black jacket. My sunglasses hung over my eyes like a blanket on a bed. I turned off the engine and got out. I walked up to the door and knocked. It opened and I saw a familiar face. It was Marit a.k.a. Queen. I kicked her in the stomach and slapped her on the face. She threw a punch and hit me in the gut knocking me to the ground. I grabbed her leg and flipped her over as she landed on a wooden table. She kicked me in the leg and tossed me against the bookshelf which broke my fall and fell on me. I got up and jumped kicked her in the face sending her flying ten feet to the ground. She grabbed a lamp off the end table and threw it at me. I caught it and threw it back hitting her in the gut. She pulled out a switch blade and started to swing it at me. I pulled out a hunting knife and began to defend myself.
"You want a piece of me you shit!" she snarled. "Come and get some!"
"I will have my revenge!" I said and punched her again.
I heard a car pull up and looked out the window to see a six-year-old getting out and walking to the door. He opened it and saw us.
"Hey there kid," Marit said smiling. "This is a friend of mommy's from high school. This is Mickey my son."
The boy was wearing jeans and a baseball shirt. He had blue eyes and dark hair. I had cuts on my face and on my arms.
"Hi Mickey, how old are you?" I asked.
"I'm six," he replied. "Mommy, what happened here?"
"Well, the neighbor's dog was chasing a cat through here," Marit replied.
"The neighbor's dog did all this to chase a cat," Mickey said.
Mickey took a step towards the living room.
"Mickey, don't step on the floor because there's broken glass and wooden splinters on the floor. I want you to go to your room and do your homework okay. Mommy and her friend have a lot of stuff to talk about," Marit said.
"Okay," Mickey said and walked off carrying his backpack. "Nice to have met you."
"Soda?" Marit asked me.
"Yeah, Diet Pepsi if you have it," I replied.
Marit went to the kitchen and I followed closing the door behind me. This house belongs to Marit a.k.a. Queen. She's divorce and has sole custody of her son Mickey. Marit and I graduated in the same class. We also were part of Roy's crew of killers.
"Here's a rag," she said and tossed it to me.
I caught it and started to wipe the blood off the cuts from my arms. She handed me a soda. I opened it.
"I have a lot of regret and no remorse for what I did to you," Marit said. "I wish I didn't have to do what I did. I'm just trying to protect my son."
"Please Marit, I have no intention of killing your son. My revenge is between you and me," I replied.
"I have no idea what Roy saw in you to be the number one best in the group. I should have been named to #1," she muttered.
"How did you want to finish this unfinished business?" I asked.
"The baseball field in Cope Park after midnight and we fight with guns and knives. It's a fight to the finish until one of us dies," Marit offered.
"Sounds fair," I said. "I know I'll win."
"Yeah, sure you will," she said and she turned around pulling out a small gun firing several shots.
I threw my knife and nailed her right in the chest. I got my other knife from my back pocket and threw that one as well on her knee. She fell against the counter and on the ground breathing her last air. I downed the soda and tossed the can aside. I pulled the knives out of Marit's dead body and turned around to see Mickey standing there crying. He showed no emotion.
"I'm sorry you saw that kid. Your mom deserved death right then and there. I know when you get older that you want revenge for her death. When you're ready, you know where to find me," I said.
I walked out of the house and back into my car. I turned on the engine and drove off. I was out for revenge on the death of over two hundred friends and family who gathered for a wedding rehearsal at a church near my apartment. I wanted death and destruction to those who killed my friends. I pulled out my hit list and crossed off Marit's name from the list along with the others who were killed off earlier.
Several months earlier was the start of all this. Detective Matt Torok drove his car to the church on Broadway Drive. Wearing his uniform and sunglasses he looked on as he pulled up to the scene of the crime and met up with his partner Dominic Branson. Yellow tape covered the main doors. Matt parked his car and got out.
"What do we got here Branson?" Matt asked.
"Three-hundred dead bodies all shot at once. It's a goddamn massacre and certainly no hit and run crime," Dominic replied shaking his head.
"Give me a count of who got killed," Matt said.
"They killed everyone. The groom, bride, priest, his wife, the organ player, groom's friends from his high school class, bride's family, groom's family, his cousins, bride's cousins, the band the groom hired for the reception, and the bartender," Dominic reported.
Matt stepped over the bullet casings and pieces of glass on the floor. He approached the body of the groom and leaned down.
"This guy looks familiar Dominic," Matt observed. "Didn't he graduate from our high school class of 1995?"
"Yeah, wasn't this the guy the one who said he would end up marrying someone he liked?" Dominic asked.
"That's right. Now I remember this dude," Matt answered. "I can't believe someone killed him off and the rest of the graduating class. I found the paperwork on the bride and groom. He used a fake name and the girl's name is Cindy Sen. She's 28 y/o and from Millbrae, California."
He looked closer and closer as I shot a chunk of blood in his face.
"I guess he survived," Matt said wiping the blood from his face. "Take this one to the hospital."
"We'll never know what really happened here," Dominic said.
Months later, I ended up in a coma at a local hospital. I never knew what had happened to the others. I was sleeping and it felt like a lifetime that I would never wake up. Walking into the hospital are two people. A girl with dark hair and brown eyes wearing a doctor's uniform along with a guy also dressed as the assistant heads towards one of the rooms on the main level. The girl in her early 20's is holding a chart and the other is wheeling a cart full of medical supplies. They walk into the room and see a motionless body hooked up to a machine. The girl nods and the guy secure the needle up. He injects a certain poison from a small bottle. The girl takes the needle and is about to inject the poison into the IV tube when the guy's cell phone rings.
"Damn it!" he said and answers the phone. "Hello?"
"What's the status?" the voice asked.
"He's in a coma sir. I don't think he'll survive this one. I thought we killed everyone at the church," the guy asked.
"Everyone except for him," the voice replied. "Now, don't get angry when I say this, but I want you guys to back off."
"What the fuck! We drove all this way to make sure this guy doesn't survive!" the guy exclaimed.
"Don't let everyone hear you all at once!" the voice warned.
"I can't believe this!" the girl whispered.
"Sooner or later, he'll come out of it and be after all of us," the voice said. "Just relax and let him make the first move."
I got moved to the ICU section a week ago. I was still in a coma and part of a freak show for medical students who like to study patients in comas. Kind of sick, but I needed to wake up and fast. I felt a fly land on my arm and move. I jumped up and yelped. I looked around and saw the gown I wore. Where the hell am I? I thought. I looked at my ring finger to see the ring with my name and Cindy's engraved on the inside. I pulled it off and cried. I felt my head and a plate surrounding it. Was I dead? I thought. I saw other people asleep. I heard a group of voices from the hallway. I jumped back to sleep. The door opened as a group of med students came in along with a doctor.
"Now this is an interesting case on this patient," the doctor said pointing. "The patient survived a massacre during a wedding rehearsal. He was shot in the head. There were at least over three hundred dead bodies at the crime scene. If you want to observe and take notes, that's an option. I will be back in about twenty minutes and we'll move on. Please don't touch the body or poke at it."
"No problem," one student replied.
The doctor left the room and closed the door. The students took down some notes and moved in closer for a look. One of the students, a male age 19 noticed my hands moving. He tapped my finger tip of my ring finger. I clenched my hand into a fist and punched him in the face. The other students screamed and yelled in fear as I jumped up and tackled three of them. I threw one at the wall and kicked the other two. The last one came at me throwing punches. I punched him several times in the face and in the gut. I kicked him in the kneecap and knocked him to the floor. The doctor was on his way back to the room as I dragged the bodies to the side and waited beside the door. He opened the door and saw the students on the ground unconscious. I came at him from behind and kicked him in the back. He fell to the ground. I grabbed him by the collar and slammed him in the door.
"Where's Roy?" I yelled.
"I-I-I don't know anyone named Roy!" he muttered.
"Fuck you!" I replied. "Where's the fuck is Roy?"
I slammed him into the door one more time then pulled his left leg back.
"A-a-a-a-a-a-a-ack! My leg! Please don't hurt my leg!" the doctor shuttered.
"Tell me where Roy is or I'll break your face open!" I yelled.
I slammed him into the door again and again until he was out cold. I looked at the name tag and ripped it off. I searched the doctor for anything. I pulled out car keys, cash, and a driver's license. I switched clothes and grabbed some crutches. I hopped out of the hospital and found the doctor's blue eclipse car. I disabled the alarm and opened the door. My leg was in pain. I tried to revive it by tapping it. I got in and shut the door.
"Alright leg, move to the right," I said.
I lifted my leg and tried to move it. I couldn't do much.