AN: So, I'm obviously crazy about this story. So crazy that it's already complete, but I'll update the other chapters today, don't worry.
Disclaimer: I own nothing... Except, this thingy crawling my knee... OMG!... Is that a spider? *runs away screaming*
You arrive at Rigsby's house and knock on the door. The man, mourning the death of his beloved, opened the door, greeting you with a bottle of Scotch in hand and red puffy eyes.
The trail of dry tears is visible on the young man's face, and once again, you drown on the guilt of taking someone's life.
Rigsby tries to be strong, but helds onto you, sobbing as soon as the door closes.
You have everything ready to strike again.
The knife in your right sleeve is ready to take another life, but you aren't...
The worst part of it all is that you really have to do this. There's no other choice.
So the knife slips into your hand as you hold Rigsby and stab him repeatedly on the chest. His cries are muffled by your chest and you find yourself crying again.
The lifeless body falls on the ground and you drag him to the bedroom where you dip your hands in the young man's blood to complete the ritual.
Bloody smiley face on the wall...
The shrill of your cellphone, once again...
"What?"
"Two down, two to go Patrick."
"Where are they?"
"Kille the rest of the team first and you'll find out."
"I need proof they're ok."
"Sure, and you'll have it as soon as Kimball Cho is dead. Tomorrow Patrick, or else..."
"Shut up. I'll do it."
"Good boy Patrick."
"Go to hell you son of a bitch. After this is over I swear to God, I'll you with my bare hands."
"I'd really like to see you try Patrick."
"You will, when I cut you open and draw the smiley face on the wall."
"You'll never catch me Patrick. I'll make sure of that."
"We'll see."