So um...hm...I can't remember what I first wanted to write here because the TV totally distracted me...

However, what inspired me to write a story somewhat like that was the movie Law Abiding Citizen.

You: What the hell, how does this have anything to do with Law Abiding Citizen?

WAIT! LEMME EXPLAIN! GOSH! So the story was originially supposed to stick a lot more to the similar story line of Law Abiding Citizen, like America's in jail and still killing people who murdered his family which would have been Matthew, Francis and Arthur, and didn't give him the proper justice. But, the wonderful me, just wanted to keep in some of the events and themes of the movie like Justice and one's interpretation of the proper justice, also, I was paranoid about author's rights and stuff like that so I was like: Let's change the story a little. Which I did, I changed it a little but then I changed it a lot and it became this.

What I mostly wanted to do from the movie was include my favourite scene which was the last one. I'm going to ruin it from the ppl who didn't see that movie and want to at the end of this chapter by explainning it in the author's commentary thing I include at the end and the beginning.

For now, ENJOY!

That man.

That Russian man. How had he been? Was it God that had sent him my way so that I could serve Mattie some justice even after his death? It must have been, even God didn't want the ones who pushed Mattie to suicide to walk free of punishments. Who was the better man to do the job anyways? Me, of course, the hero.

As I walked home mentally preparing how I would perform my justice, I couldn't help but notice how everything around me seemed to get gradually more joyful. Kids were laughing a lot more cheerily and the parents spoke amongst themselves more into their conversation then they normally would have been, enjoying the presence of the others. Dogs jumped around their owners happily or tackled them to the ground to lick their face playfully. The surroundings didn't match how grievous I was at all.

I guess this all goes to say that a mirror setting is nothing but a myth in real life.

After wandering aimlessly around town with home as a destination in mind, but not being in a rush to return, I finally made it back. Arthur was sitting in the living room, sipping some tea as he read the daily paper. For a moment, I stood in the doorway, starring at him, examining his face carefully.

There were no signs of sorrow, depression, grief, sadness or anything. Mattie was just buried, he was dead. His fucking son was dead! My fucking brother was dead!

"You don't care do you…?" I muttered glaring my heart's hatred out.

"About what, lad?" He asked innocently.

"Cut the crap!" I yelled slamming my fist against the wall. At that moment he stood up, completely alerted placing whatever he had been holding on the small table before him. "You really don't give a fuck about Mattie being gone! What the hell was he to you! If you hated him so much why didn't you give him away to someone who would love him! Who would give him what he deserved!"

"Careful, boy! I know you're morning but that gives you no excuse to talk to me like that!" Arthur hissed as he walked towards me. "Your father and I didn't give your brother up for adoption or anything because we…I loved him. I could have showed him that if I had gotten custody over him."

I opened my mouth to yell at him some more but nothing came out. He forgot. He forgot again that he had custody over Mattie for the past five years. How could he forget that?

Desperately trying to control my rage, I pushed pass Arthur and made my way up to the room shared by Mattie and I. I slammed the door shut and pushed my bed in front of it so that no one could come in and I wouldn't be bothered. In case of forced entry, I pushed every other furniture but Mattie's bed in font of the door. Arthur was slamming his fist against the door and yelling for me to open the door as I was finishing up but he knew well that that wasn't going to happen.

When I finished I sat on Mattie's bed for a moment and realised how empty the room was. Not because the furniture was moved over one another to a side of the room, but because my dearest brother wasn't there.

I could still imagine him smiling brightly at me as I'd enter the room. Hey, Al he would say from his bed. From there we would engage in a long conversation about everything and nothing, he would laugh at my jokes even if they weren't funny, he would pay careful attention to all my complaints and problems and give me helpful advice and whenever I would be down, he would cheer me up one way or another.

I buried my face in my hands as I started to sob again.

"Why…?" I moaned. "Why are you gone…? Why did you forget about me…? Why did you leave me…?"

The next thing I knew, I was lying on my late brother's bed hugging his pillow and it was night time. My eyes were stuffy and there were dry tears against my cheeks, I felt empty on the inside. Betrayal. Such a strong word, yet such a true word. My parents betrayed me, Arthur betrayed me. He should be the first to pay. He should—

"Hey Al?" It was Francis, dad. He knocked gently on the door again and called my name one more time. "Won't you open the door, Al?"

"No." I answered clearly and dryly.

"Then would you listen to me?" He asked. I didn't answer, even if I said no he would start talking anyways and because my ears constantly wandered around I wouldn't be able to help myself and listen to what he had to say. Since I wasn't answering for a while, Francis started to speak anyways. "We all miss your brother, but I don't think we miss him as much as you do. We really loved your brother, so don't go thinking we didn't and that we are indifferent of his death. He-"

"He reminded you of Jeanne didn't he?" I asked monotone.

"From time to time he would call me Jeanne by mistake."

Silence.

Francis didn't dare say anything. If he said no, he would be lying, if he said yes it would betray the reason why he truly missed my brother. By saying yes he would admit that the only reason he had Mattie under his custody was because he resembled that woman he had loved before Arthur. That woman he still loved.

"Al…I-"

"Are you going to lie to me?" I asked cutting him off as I starred into space. "Or are you going to tell me the cruel truth?"

"Alfred, you're over thinking things." Francis stuttered avoiding my questions. "This isn't about your brother, it's about you. You're taking this too hard, Arthur and I think you need help."

I remained quiet for a moment as his words sunk in. This isn't about Mattie? It's about me? How is it about me? Did I kill myself? Was I the one who was dead? How could he say that? Why was it now that I realise all the awful things both dad and mom said about my brother?

"Fuck you." I hissed.

"Alfred-"

"No! Fuck you! How dare you!" I screamed stomping my foot on the ground. I glared at the door covered in the furniture that composed the room. "This isn't about Mattie? How isn't it about him! How is it about me! Tell me! How the fuck is this about me!" I waited a moment; seeing there was no response I continued my rant of pure anger. "See! You can't say anything because you fucking know this is about Mattie but you just don't care! I fucking hate you both! Don't fucking talk to me!"

As Francis tried to rationalise with me and Arthur made his obvious presence known by backing up his ex, I opened the only window in the room, then made my way to the closet to grab the rope latter Mattie and I had built for whenever we wanted to sneak out. I fixed one end of the latter to the window and threw it out. Glaring at the door one last time before making my exit, I spat and climbed down quickly. Once on firm ground, I threw the rope back into our room to hide it. When we had first built the latter, I came up with the idea to use a very thin, almost invisible, string to tie to the latter so that we could throw it back into the room and tug on it whenever we wanted to return. The only flaw with that had been that it took a while before finding the string.

My stomach growled angrily, I hadn't eaten all day which was highly abnormal. "Time to go eat." I mumbled quietly to myself as I headed for the bus stop near my home.

To my luck, the bus I needed to take to head downtown was just arriving. I walked in showing the man a small paper claiming it was my transfer, he nodded and didn't bother me any further.

"That trick never fails." I heard from behind me.

Gilbert.

"I was just on my way to check up on you." Gilbert continued moving to the seat next to me. "I sent you about a dozen of texts."

I took my phone out of my pocket and, sure enough, there were a series of texts from Gilbert.

"Sorry…" I mumbled, "I didn't look at my phone at all…"

Gilbert was scrutinising my face carefully. "Dude, how come you look like so much shit?" He asked concerned.

"You should know." I answered dryly. "My bro's burial was today."

"Oh right, I forgot." He admitted leaning back in his seat.

Forgot.

Why is it everyone forgets about Mattie?

"I didn't…"

Gilbert starred at me silently before smirking. "I know what'll cheer you up!" He said patting my head playfully. "Let's go get piss drunk!"

I was hungry, I wanted food but whenever Gilbert suggested getting drunk, he always paid for it. Besides, I could find a snack or something at a bar.

The bar was crowded, full of people dancing on the dance floor, people doing drugs, drinking, making out; you name it there was at least three of the people present doing it. Gilbert dragged me to the bar and ordered us some beer. Gilbert downed his rather quickly and ordered another one immediately after. I, on the other hand, sipped it slowly thinking about my brother. I missed him, I missed him so much.

When I finally finished my first beer, I had lightened up and started ordering other drinks that I normally wouldn't have. Gilbert got drunk quickly and I as well, though my grief stayed with me.

"C'mon Al…lighten up!" Gilbert encouraged, his voice drowsy as can be. "Your bro's dead! Let's celebrate with another drink!"

I stood from my stool and punched him square in the face. "Don't you fucking say that!" I yelled as people quickly tried to restrain me. "Fuck you Gil! Fuck you!"

"S-sir! If you don't calm down now I'll have to kick you out!" One of the bartenders warned quickly as she stood between me and Gilbert.

"F-"

"Vodka please."

I interrupted myself as I looked in the direction I had heard that Russian accent.

"Just vodka?"

"Da, I don't enjoy it mixed with something else. It ruins the taste."

"I'm not one to judge. Here."

The Russian paid the bartender for the bottle of vodka he had received and looked at me for a brief moment before smirking and leaving through the crowd.

It took me a few seconds to register that he had just left. I shook the people who were holding me off and left chasing after the man I had met earlier. I don't know why, I felt like I needed to. Maybe it had been the alcohol, but it wasn't one of my concerns.

I ended up in front of an almost empty hall way which I ran through looking in every other corridor I crossed before spotting the purple scarf for a moment. I turned in the corridor and followed the direction I saw it disappear. Once in that third hall way I spotted the door at the far end closing and ran towards it. I opened it to find myself outside in an empty alley way.

"Fuck!" I hissed hitting my head against the door.

"What are you doing?"

I jumped back out of surprise. "I-it's you!"

The Russian of before stood in the darkness of the alley, half of his face illuminated in a creepy way by the only light hanging over the door.

He smiled softly, "If you chase after someone like that," He started. "The person will get scarred and run away."

"Is that why you ran away?" I asked immediately after.

The Russian laughed stepping out of the darkness and into the circle of light. "Het, I did not run away comrade, I merely walked away." He corrected. "It'll be the day when I runaway from something."

I starred curiously at him; he seemed filled with such confidence and spoke so honestly, as if he had nothing to hide. "What's your name?"

He looked at me straight in the eyes. "I have many names." He admitted. "But for now, I will be known as Ivan."

Being drunk, I didn't think the least of what he had said.

"Why are you here?" I asked losing balance for a moment.

Ivan chuckled. "That is a question for you, da." He replied coolly. "I am here, because I wish to be there, you followed me here."

"I-it seemed like you were calling me!" I stuttered.

"Maybe I was." Ivan suggested. "Maybe there's a gift I wanted to give you."

From his heaving coat, Ivan pulled out an object wrapped in a dirty fabric and gave it to me. I looked at him and then the package before taking it and opening it. It was one of the finest knives I had ever seen. The steal of the blade shined tauntingly in the light, it was perfectly sharpened and covered in a light green liquid. The handle was comfortable, made of leather and a perfect fit for my hand.

"Wuz the green stuff?" I asked.

"It's a special poison that paralyzes anything able to move." Ivan explained. Suddenly he leaned in closely, his breath tickled my ear and he whispered: "Do what you think is best for Matthew."

I was dumbstruck for the longest of moments and by the time, I recovered from the shock of everything happening so fast, Ivan was gone and I was left with a highly dangerous object in my hands.

RUNNING THE LAST SCENE AND MY FAVOURITE SCENE OF LAW ABIDING CITIZEN NOW!:

kay so, they're back in Clyde's solitairy confinment cell and, I forget his name, the lawyer is like: 'A man I once loved very much told me that our life is influenced by are actions' (or something like that) and Clyde's like: 'What? You're trying to save me now? One final deal, is that it?' And then the lawyer shook his head and was like: 'I don't make deals with murderers anymore, you taught me that' and then Clyde laughs and walks to his bed and sits on it and he's like: 'Good, maybe I wasn't such a bad teacher after all.' And then he takes out his phone from his pocket who was a number already dialed on it that can activate the bomb he placed in the municipal building of the town and the lawyer's like: 'Don,t do it Clyde, all you're doing is destroying the memory of your daughter and inflicting the same pain you felt on others.' I dont think Clyde says anything but he looks at the lawyer and then back at his phone and then the lawyer add's: 'It's a descision you'll have to live with for the rest of your life' and then Clyde chuckles and thinks about it a little but ends up pressing the call button to detonate the bomb. As soon as he does, the lawyer leaves the cell and locks up both doors and while he's doing so says: 'Like I said Clyde, it's a decision you'll have to live with for the rest of your life. Which now, I think is about 25 seconds' The lawyer then leaves the sector of the prison running so he doesnt get caught in the blast and his partner blocks the secret escape and entry poinbt of the cell. Clyde looks around and finds the bomb under his bed locked in the case he put it in, seeing he cant stop it from blowing up he admits defeat and sits on his bed calmly. From his pocket he pulls out the bracelet his daughter had made him before she died and he stares at it intensively. In slow motion the bomb detonates and fire engulfs the cell with Clyde still starring at the bracelet made by his daughter.

THE END!

NOW next chapter is going to come out a little later!

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