THIS IS THE FINALE.

My Christmas present to you guys~ I'll update two chapters of each story. Yesterday was birthday, but I still wrote cause I love you all! c: I'm 16 now, YAAY! Merry Christmas.

Special thanks to my little shit head: Dominic Trajano for being my beta. c:

"How long will you keep lying to yourself, Kevin?"

"That person you think you're seeing doesn't exist. Why are you still in denial? Don't you remember what happened?"

The same line, that voice; it kept ringing and echoing in the mind of the con-man. He didn't think he could keep it in anymore. His jaw had already been tighten and his eye were already glaring so hard, he swore they might have already teared a little.

The line that haunted him rang in his mind once again. This time, he snapped. Though, he was pretty proud of himself holding in the anger for so long. This was probably a new record.

He exited the house, taking his time, he headed for his car. Where was he going to go?

Instead of getting into the driver's seat, Kevin apparently opened the trunk to pull out a bottle. It was a black plastic bottle with a simple word attached across it on a label, 'gasoline'. Why would anyone keep a bottle of gasoline in a car? And for heaven's sake, the bottle was plastic! That was reckless and dangerous and stupid but hey, he was Kevin.

He went back into the house, up the stairs into his bedroom. His face was solemn and unemotional as he started pouring the liquid over the bed and drawers, careful not to use so much in one place. He then quickly moved to Devlin's room and did the same. He didn't bother with the bathroom but went into the study room and splattered more of the gasoline on Gwen's books.

He did the same in the living room and the kitchen and almost every square inch he could find that is not covered in at least a few drops of gasoline.

It wasn't long till he managed to cover almost everything he and his wife once own.

Kevin stood at the front door, a matchbox in one hand. He must have gotten in from somewhere within the kitchen. The dark-headed man then lazily pulled out a match stick to then flick it across the rough part of the matchbox. The stick glowed quickly with a delicate little flame.

It was just harmless a few seconds ago, why is the fire so big and uncontrollable now?

Thick dark black smoke invaded the skies at night. It wasn't that obvious, but still invading. The smelt of burnt items and gasoline filled his nostrils. Somewhat, Kevin felt a little but proud of what he had done.

Spoke too soon, about a few minutes later, someone from the opposite building shouted, "FIRE!"

And Kevin had already assumed he or she had already called the fire-fighters. He couldn't really tell if it was a female or a male, didn't matter anyway. His house was already halfway gone, he was sure by the time the firetruck got here, everything would have been burnt to nothing but ashes on the ground.

His next objective was to get to his son.

Kevin was surprised how easy it was to get into Devlin's room. Ben was such an idiot to not have any security or whatsoever at all. It was just ridiculous! Kevin made his way towards his son's bed, couldn't even bother with how much noise he was making. He rudely grabbed his son by the mouth first and yanked him up oh-so-easily.

Devlin was disturbed from his slumber. When he felt a hand on his arm, and another over his eyes, he started panicking. His heart drummed onto his ribcage and he swore they might snap. He wasn't kidding, he attempted screaming for help but his voice only came out as a poor muffle of a cry.

It wasn't exactly rocket science for Devlin to figure out who had got him. The only person he knew that would want to hurt him was his father. Devlin should have known better, he regretted the opportunity of not sharing a room with Kenny.

The next thing Devlin knew, he was thrown into the trunk of his father's car. Kevin was pretty smart not to lock a kid at the backseat. Hey, who knew if he could break the window glass? He didn't really want to risk that.

The engine started and Devlin thought it was high time he had done something, or at least attempt to escape. With all his might and kid strength, Devlin kicked the top where the opening of the truck was supposed to be. To no one's surprise, he did not succeed.

Kevin actually took his time driving to wherever he was going, no speed limit was exceeded. It was probably another new record. Damn, two records had already been broken, what would happen next?

The moon was already glistering innocently high above with little stars and shined as bright for company. Kevin had driven off to an abandon construction area which he had passed a few days ago. The reason he wanted to go there was still unclear to Devlin when he was pulled out.

This was his chance, it might slight but still a chance. Just as he was thinking about fleeing, Kevin yanked his son by the pyjama collar and pulled him to a very strong halt. There was no way he could go anywhere now.

Being pulled, Devlin followed Kevin somewhat obediently up the unfinished stairs until they were on the top floor. Devlin was confused and scared to what his father might do to him. He felt as if his heart was going to implode from anxiety when his father led him towards the edge of the abandon building. And was even more scared at what his father did next. He kneeled down in front of him so their eye level was parallel...

Kevin held his son's head lovingly when he decided to open his mouth to speak. But then closed it again to convert his thought and feeling into words, "Devlin... I, uhm... I..."

The cursed and mumbled some incoherent when he couldn't do it. As the years passed, his spoken language had become more eloquent, this should be no problem at all, so why does he feel so nervous?

He released a small sigh and looked at his son's matching onyx eyes once again. "Devlin," he said softly, "it wasn't your fault she died. It was never your fault. I- I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I'm going to do to you next."

Devlin was about to respond but there was a huge pain on his neck and he couldn't feel his body anymore.

Kevin stood up from kneeling down and stared at his son's unmoving lifeless body. Not a tear was shed when he murdered his son with a simple neck break.

He swallowed down what it seemed to be guilt that had been stuck in his throat and stared up into the endless dark sky, and whispered something under his breath before taking a step forward.

A small smile somehow reached his lips as he took another step. His eyes never left the skies.

Two more steps and he felt a huge gush of wind hitting his face along with his hair from the back of his body.

Still looking up, he caught one last sight of that innocent moon before he begun falling down fully into the darkness of abyss. He no longer felt anything either, maybe he was glad with what he did.

"We'll be with you soon, Gwendolyn."

Kevin was aware that he was very much alive when he could open his eyes. He squinted at the sight of the blinding fluorescent light hanging above him. For a moment, he felt as his whole body was numb. Nevertheless, he sat upright.

"Woah, hey there Kev, don't want you opening your scars again."

That voice. Was it..?

Kevin blinked in disbelieve as he saw a certain red headed female sitting before. His mouth hanged ajar for a moment. He didn't know how to react. "That blow on the head must have hit you pretty hard..." Gwen continued, her hand brushing against his face, "I'll get Devlin. At least he wasn't that hurt. Is it wasn't for you, I don't know what might have happened to him."

Gwendolyn stood up and left, Kevin still had no idea what was going on... He groaned stupidly and brought his hand up to rub his face where Gwen had touched before to only find a piece of paper in his palm he hadn't noticed before. He blinked a few times before reading it mentally,

"People change, so can you
-Paradox"

Was this a dream or another chance? Kevin wasn't sure.

I hope you guys liked it. I'm kindda sorry this story has ended.

Actually no I'm not. Ahaha.

Thank you for flying with Sylvia's imagination~