So I'm such a liar

So much for having chapter 3 shortly am I right? xD But in my defense my dad was like: 'GET OFF THE COMPUTER AND COME EAT WITH US!' So I had to go eat and then I had to go work and only finished at 9h D:

Anyways, here's the 3rd chapter and I'll get to work on chapter 4 soon, if not here then on the way to my Grandparent's house...or the beach in America...YEA PEOPLE! THAT'S RIGHT! I'M VISITING THE MAN (country) THAT'S BEEN...GOING TO MURDER EVERYONE...eh...

Whatever...

I think I forgot to mention...or at least I thinkk I forgot...that scene from Law Abiding Citizen I spoke about last chapter, it's not going to pop up in this fanfic D:

Anyways, ENJOY!

I was drunk; I had a poisoned knife, was it really the right time to commit a murder? I had to hide everything single piece of evidence properly and being the under the influence could make me slip up. Then again, it could appear as two drunks stumbling off in the night, nothing abnormal here. Maybe it was the perfect time.

As I made my way back in the club, an idea dawned on me. The police would be all over me the second they would get a call that Gilbert would be missing or found his dead body, so in order to have Mattie's justice as soon as possible. I needed to do one crime after the other as soon as possible.

Gilbert was at the same place as before, before I punched him out of his seat. I walked over to him and the bartender serving him started to eye me worriedly.

"Hey Gil!" I said in a drunker tone than I actually was. "I'm sorry about before! Let's keep drinking!"

"No prob! Bar…person…KAMIKAZE!" He cheered drunkenly.

Clearly, the albino had kept drinking even after I left. How long had I been gone for anyways? Gilbert and I drank a few more rounds before he fell from his stool, completely drunk and beyond.

"Haha! I think we're done!" I laughed picking him up and leading him out of the club.

Gilbert said something but I didn't understand because his voice was drowsy and his speech sloppy.

We walked in a direction leading to out of town, there happened to be a forest there. When we were ten minutes away from the forest, I took off my shoes leaving me in my socks.

"Wut 'u d'n Al?" Gilbert mumbled.

"Nothing, I just wanted to take off my shoes." I lied. I took off my shoes to avoid the police having my shoe print as a clue.

We ventured far in the forest; from time to time Gilbert would say something else or start singing randomly. It would only take me a few words to have him stop talking and or singing for a moment. Finally, after a good walk, we made it to the center of the forest where lied a quaint spring.

Mattie and I used to come here form time to time when we were younger. Normally, it would be on Fridays or after school, we'd run here and we'd play. We made up this story where an alien crashed there with his ship and when he took a step out he turned to water. Sometimes we would dive into the spring to try to find the ship and see if what we made up was real or not. Of course, it was insanely deep so we never got too far before needing air and swimming back up.

"The hell's this place?" Gilbert asked sounding a little more sober than he was before, though he drank a lot of alcohol so this didn't worry me.

"An alien crashed here with his ship." I whispered as I let Gilbert go.

Gilbert stumbled to the side of the spring before walking in on his own. "Really?" He asked believing what I said. "Where's the ship?"

"It's at the bottom." I answered watching him go deeper in the spring up to the where the shallow end finished.

"Imma go check it out!" He announced and dived in.

I walked into the spring as well, heading to where Gilbert was standing moments ago and took out the knife Ivan had given me. I unwrapped it and starred at it once more.

Was I really going to do this? Was I actually going to kill for my brother's justice?

"Hey Al, I feel-"

Without even thinking, I jabbed the knife into Gilbert's chest. He froze on impact and I waited for him to retaliate, seeing that nothing was happening I remembered that the blade was coated with a paralysis poison. I started here, I couldn't stop now.

I pulled the knife that was lodged in his chest out clumsily having blood shoot out of the wound. I grabbed Gilbert by the hair and dragged him over to the shallow end where I continued to stab him repeatedly. More blood gushed out of each wound I made and oddly enough, I wasn't bothered by any of it.

Getting tired of simply stabbing, I decided to cut Gilbert's chest open exposing his internal organs. For a moment, I was disgusted but then fascinated, I remembered a few things I learned from school, things like biology. Supposedly, the intestine measured around twenty feet, was it actually true? I was about to find out. I cut out a part of the intestine and started to pull, it was like one of those cheap clown tricks where he pulls on the handkerchief and a bunch of others come out.

Convinced that science was most likely right, I dropped the intestine hearing its sickening splash in the water but I enjoyed that too. Next, I searched for the heart, surprisingly, it was still beating. This awoke my suspicion of there having an adrenergic drug mixed to the paralysis poison.

Watching the heart throb almost painfully, I wondered what it would feel like to hold it in my hands. I dropped the knife from my hand having fall to the lowest depths of the spring and wrapped all ten of my fingers around Gilbert's heart. It was beating much faster and his body twitched in pain as I held on to it.

I chuckled at the sensation and was suddenly overcome with the erg to squeeze the life out of it. Slowly I started to tighten my grip having my best friend's body spasm a few more times. I started to sink my nails into it; the beats were becoming less and less frequent. With a swift and harsh move, I jerked my arms upwards; in the air ripping the heart clean out.

Gilbert's body started to slowly sink into the bottom of the shallow and, never had I known until now how much blood there was in the human body.

I threw the heart into the deep end of the spring where rested the knife that had been given to me and then I grabbed the desolated corpse of my best friend and threw it at the same place.

In a moment of silence, I observed the spring. The water was full of crimson blood that seemed to be glowing do to the light of the moon. I scooped up some of the reddened water in my hands and started to clean my face and my hair. After a while of rubbing and rinsing, I noticed that my clothes were covered in blood as well.

How was I going to explain this? I wondered thoughtfully when it dawned on me, I was glad that the effects of the liquor were wearing off or else I would have done something insanely stupid. There was a creek not far from here; I could use that clean water to wash away most of the stains. My clothes were dark so all I had to do was make most of it look even and wait for it to dry.

"Now, dear children, pay attention," I heard a familiar voice sing. I turned around to find Ivan sitting next to the creek playing in the water with what seemed to be a pipe. "I am the voice from the pillow. I sing until the day awakes. A bright light on the heavens." He paused for a moment and looked at me with a devious smile. "My heart burns."

Slowly I walked towards him. "What…How did you know I would be here?" I asked incredulous.

"I followed the sent of blood, hate and carnage." He replied as he stabbed something in the water before standing. "I seems you have claimed your first victim."

"Not victim!" I snapped correcting him. "Villain! They killed my brother! They drove him to madness and made him kill himself!"

"Da, of course." Ivan agreed. "My mistake."

"Why are you here?" I asked standing next to him.

"Another gift." The Russian answered pulling out an object folded in the same dirty rug as the poisoned knife.

"Let me guess another knife?" I asked as I grabbed the package. I remained speechless for a moment as I felt it quickly. It didn't feel like a knife. "A gun?"

Ivan nodded and I unfolded the package. "There's a silencer on it." He indicated pointing to the tip. "You can shoot it discretely in the presence of someone else and no one will notice until the body hits the ground. All though, you knew that already, da?"

"Kid's stuff." I replied folding it back into the rug.

Ivan chuckled darkly. "Your vengeance, your justice is at hand," He announced grandiosely. "You have little time to accomplish it all. Three days at most. I suggest you do it all tonight comrade."

I paused starring at the gun and then at him. "I…I don't think I can…" I mumbled. "I just killed-"

It all unfolded itself on my conscience. I killed someone. Let it be a bad person or my best friend, even if he was both, I killed someone. But there was one small twist…

"Don't kid yourself, comrade." Ivan said as if he knew what I had suddenly realised. "Da, you killed your first man but you feel nothing. You don't care do you?"

I didn't respond, he was right and that was the end of that.

"Take all the time you want." He said leaving. "But the more time you take, the faster justice escapes you."

A brief gust of wind carrying dirt forced me to close my eyes and shield my face. When I opened them again, Ivan was nowhere to be seen. I looked at the wrapped gun in my hand and thought for a moment. There were only two people left to kill, they had probably done the most wrong to Mattie since they were his parents. I killed Gilbert. For Mattie, I needed to kill two more. Our father, Francis, who had neglected him and spoke about trading his life to get the one of the woman he loved back; and our 'mother', Arthur, who constantly forgot about Matthew and only used him for revenge on Francis.

"Horrible…Horrible bastards…" I mumbled.

The rage, determination and sense of justice I had once felt when I speculated this punishment returned and I was ready to kill again. Ivan was right, if I waited too long I couldn't have justice anymore. I needed to finish this as soon as possible. I was glad to have someone like Ivan, all though a stranger, help me with this. He had no idea how much this meant to me and how much I was grateful for everything.

So now I need to get to writting the next kill scene...SPOILER! I'M GOING TO KILL FRAAAAAAAAAANCE! How? Well you'll just have to read...HAHAHAHA

Um... I don't think there's anything I really need to add after this...

Hmmm

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