Okay so there are actually only three more chapters left. Don't worry though the last chapter is cut up in three sections. Sorry about the wait, this chapter was frustrating to write and it took me so long to get what I want in this chapter. I am going to ask everyone to please review.
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On to the chapter:
Lee was smiling at dinner; he didn't really eat, just sat there and smirked. Kelly shot a worried glance at Louis who just continued to eat his dinner. As it was, he was the only one eating.
"This is great Kelly." Louis commented in the silent room. Kelly smiled and whispered a thank you as Lee just pushed his own plate away from him.
"It looks like shit." Lee said before sneezing.
"You look like shit; you should be used to shit by now." Kelly shot back angrily as she turned her noodles around with her fork.
"Kelly, Lee stop it now. Anyways, thank you both for actually sitting at the dinner table. The reason I asked both of you to come is because I have some happy news that I want to share." Louis said again and Kelly tiredly smiled at her boyfriend who winked at her. She smiled this time, Lee rolled his eyes.
"Me too but no one is interested in my good news." Lee blurted in, holding a hand to his rotten chest in a mockery of his brother.
"Louis, ignore the idiot. What is the good news?" Kelly asked nervously. Please say that you decided to turn Lee in.
"My buddy Tony called me and said that he can sneak Lee to Tokyo in December instead of April." Louis said with a real excited smile.
"Oh my god that is so great. What day is he leaving?" Kelly asked wrapping her arms around Louis in excitement.
"Yeah, what day am I leaving?" Lee asked madly, tears filling in his evil filled eyes.
"December 26." Louis said and Kelly squealed in excitement.
"Yes, I only have to look at your ugly ass for another twenty-eight days." Kelly said with squealing like a pig with happiness. Louis smiled at his girlfriend before frowning at Lee who was sitting there moodily.
"Lee, this is for the best." Louis said again, he had probably used this saying a thousand times now and still he doesn't believe it. It was not for the best; prison would be the more appropriate option.
"I know, I know. I just hate knowing that I won't be here in April." Lee said sadly feeling disappointed although no one would know why he was so sad but him.
"What was your news Lee?" Louis asked sadly as he went back to eating his food. Lee smiled before yawning.
"Oh nothing Louis, nothing that concerns you anyways." Lee answered as he stood up, "now forgive me I am exhausted."
"Okay little bro go and get some sleep. You look as if you are catching a cold."
"Yeah I know." Lee replied shortly as he jogged to his room and slammed the door harshly while cursing under his breath.
"God damn Louis and his friends…December that is only a month away. I was supposed to have until April. Damn it that means I only have a month left." Lee said as he opened his closet door and pulled out a picture book. He shakily opened the book smiling at pictures, pictures from the factory, times where Lee felt complete.
"Damn them all. I hope Kelly freaking drops dead and Louis…And Fred…And Ron…And definitely Harry. I want them all to die, no wait I want to kill them all. Watch as they take their last fucking breathes. Than when they are buried I will dance on their fucking graves naked. Then on Fred's grave…oh how much fun can I have on that grave. Of course I am fucking useless here and the only person I can touch is George."
"Talking about George, I am getting so pissed off with his attitude; he just isn't as submissive as he was before. I need to change that; I need him to know that regardless where he is I always control him. How to do that though?" Lee was smiling as an alarm went off and in excitement Lee turned off the alarm clock and turned on the TV.
What was on TV? It was an hour special about stalking, why was Lee watching a show about stalking? Why shouldn't he watch it? Lee found himself laughing as the program progressed; he was pleasantly surprised about the many different ways of stalking there was. He was searching the program to see what type he fell under. The funny thing was that he fit in every category yet didn't at the same time. It was like if he could pick his traits and write it down he would have one trait for all four of the types.
At the end of the program the narrator asked everyone who knew a victim to write out their traits and fit the person in a category. Lee was most happy to try.
"Let's see what my motivation is? Let's see…yes I want to get revenge for George humiliating me by rejecting me. Yes I also started to stalk him because I planned to have sex with him and the power over him was…magical to say the least. Yes, I wanted to be in an intimate relationship with him, I wanted to be everything to George. I wanted to be the person who George would love. I really believed that no one else but him can ever satisfy me. Yes, I thought and still think that he owes me for all the effort I went though in stalking him. Yes, I thought that George loves me, I still do. Regardless what that bitch would say, I know he is still just playing hard to get. My daydreams of him and my little reality is usually how I spend my day nowadays. I know that if I can steal him back in time I can make him love me but then again I would probably kill him before that ever happens. So in motivation I am a rejected, resented, predatory, intimacy, and an erotomaniac stalker. Wow, not bad. I guess though I have to pick one…lets say to pick the best sounding one I would pick intimacy." Lee concluded with a smile as he circled the word he chose on the line paper that he took notes about the show on. Still smiling he went to personalities.
"Okay lets see…I'm not a rejected stalker for personality…I'm not overly jealous. I am not a narcissist either. I don't really feel humiliated either and nor do I have poor social skills. At least I don't consider my social skills that poor. So rejected out. I am not a resented stalker either because am not overly paranoid. Okay, predatory…I don't have poor self-esteem right? My intelligence isn't as high as others but I'm not dumb either…so predatory in personality is off. Okay intimacy…okay I am shy and I do live alone and only had one lover in my whole life, it lasted two months. I also believe that George loves me. Yeah, intimacy hits me okay, missing some important stuff but oh well. Erotamania…well I have been proven to have bipolar but that isn't enough. Okay in personality sense I would say once again I am an intimacy stalker." Lee finished as he circled the word again. I see a pattern popping up here.
"Okay stalking patterns….okay rejected…I have been persistent in my stalking efforts. As seen by Alicia's demise I am willing to kill or hurt anyone who stands between George and me. So this is pretty close. What about resentful…I never verbally harassed George…nope definitely not resentful. Predatory…I had put Surveillance in George's home. I had some pretty big obscene phone calls in the past. I like fetishes, voyeurism, sadism…yeah…and when I caught him I fucking rocked his world. Incompetent suitor…during Hogwarts I was always bugging George for a date in private of course and wrote a lot. I will say in stalking patterns I am a Predatory stalker." Lee said with a laugh as he took out another paper and started to write on it.
You will be neutered at 8:30 Am at true December after the owls start flying in herds and when the houses are rich with fire and decorations.
Lee smiled at his paper before taking out another paper and drawing a figure on it. Lee sighed as he hit his wand against the picture making it glow a little. Lee went over to his closet and pulled out one owl that he kidnapped from Alicia and one from another wizard.
"Hey old girls, I need you to make two deliveries for me." He tied the letters to the owl, one letter to each owl before whispering a spell.
"Okay girl, this letter goes to the Japan to a guy named Michael Smith. He will give you other directions once you get there." Lee whispered to Alicia's owl as he petted the owl before sending it away. Then Lee turned to the other owl.
"I need you to be at the burrow at exactly 11. Make sure no one but George is home when you get there. Got it?" Lee asked before petting the owl, "okay girl I trust you. Don't fuck this up or you won't live to see another day. Now go." Lee ordered the younger bird and smiled when the bird flew away.
After the owls left Lee sank down on his bed and coughed feeling drained from sickness yet he was still smiling. Turning off the TV Lee shut off the lights and climbed underneath his blankets where memories of George rocked him to sleep.
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The air went from nice breezy weather to freezing as December came about. It was around midnight when Fred finally managed to make his way inside the burrow shaking badly from the brutal winter wind. He enjoyed his walk, enjoyed looking at the hundreds of sparkling stars and the safe feeling he received from the familiar shape of the moon. When he got inside he continued to the kitchen to get himself some water before heading up to take a shower and then get some much needed sleep. He walked easily though the darkened rooms before turning on the kitchen light. He nearly had a heart attack when he saw someone else in the kitchen until it finally registered on him that it was George. Fred immediately frowned at his silent brother, who was sitting hunched over his seat, his hands gripping the handles of the chair tightly enough so his hands were completely whitened.
"George?" Fred asked hesitantly frowning at the way that George tensed, "are you okay?"
"Fine." George answered in a weird monotone.
"Are you sure? Why were you just sitting in the dark, you hate the dark!" Fred tried again and once again George tensed a bit but continued to keep his head down, his messy hair covering his face and tickling his nose and mouth.
"Yeah, I'm fine." George added in the same monotonic voice as before. Fred felt alarm raise though him.
"George?"
"I just wanted to write a letter to Angelina but I couldn't find the ink and I just ran out of energy." George explained, exhaust evident in his voice.
"Maybe if you ate enough you wouldn't be so tired all the time." Fred offered, he had always been worried about George's eating habits but lately it has just been ridicules.
"If I could just never go to sleep again I wouldn't be so exhausted." George mumbled moodily.
"George?"
"Please, can you just find me some ink?" George asked moodily and Fred sighed and reached into a nearby cabinet and pulled out a small pint of ink. Fred handed the ink to George who took it slowly and stared at it as if it was poison.
"Can you write it? Do you need my help?" Fred asked slowly and George sighed.
"No, I have to learn how to do stuff by myself. I can't be a baby anymore." George said underneath his breath before dipping the pen into the ink.
"Okay…listen I am going to take a small shower and then I will come back down here, is that okay with you?" Fred asked hesitantly. George nodded slowly.
"Yeah, thanks for the ink and the light thing. You are a great brother." George added and Fred smiled again.
"Thank you for being such a good brother as well." Fred added patting George on the shoulder, a place that doesn't startle George. Fred hesitantly ran up the stairs staring back at his brother who dropped the squall and just watched it with curiosity.
The minute that Fred touched the refreshing warmth of the shower he knew something was wrong. He could just feel it, the scent of evil in his house. He frowned and almost immediately got out of the shower but the warmth stopped him. He pushed his head back against the wall and sighed tiredly as he stretched a bit. He was bloody exhausted and all he wanted to do was sleep. Now he couldn't, he was too worried about George; he was just acting so weird.
Of course George had been acting weird ever since Fred told George that he couldn't go back to work…
Fred watched George sleep with an uneasy mind, his thoughts getting darker and darker as the minutes pass away. The clock was ticking, always ticking, and George was restless in his sleep again. Fred watched as George twisted and turned mumbling something inedible. Fred bit his lip wondering if he should try and wake George up or wait and see where it leads. It wasn't until George curled up that Fred sighed and shook George awake.
Fred was surprised how easily George woke up. Not more than five shakes George opened his watery eyes and blinked up at Fred with fear in his features. Yet George was awake and quickly calmed down and even offered a small smile. Fred smiled back.
"Finally, I have been waiting four hours for you to wake up." Fred commented jokingly as he looked out the window, at the foggy blanket that twisted reality. It was like when it was foggy then the world was only the burrow.
"You didn't have to." George whispered embarrassingly.
"No, I have to George. I have to make sure that he doesn't kill you while you are sleeping." Fred said sternly.
"Yeah…"George trailed off looking at the bed exhaustedly. Fred gently punched George in the arm before standing up and stretching.
"Listen George I want to talk…"
"You want to tell me that I can't work in the shop anymore don't you?" George asked hesitantly as if he doesn't want to hear the answer.
"How did you know?" Fred asked and George sighed sadly before shaking his head.
"He told me." George whispered as he forced down his wall of disappointment and depression.
"Who told you?" Fred asked confusedly. Fred growled, how dare Draco tell George.
George sighed before smiling again, "that's okay though, I don't fit in at work anymore. Anyways I bet I have been driving you crazy lately haven't I?"
"A little." Fred said looking at the window; he didn't catch the fall of George's smile.
"Enjoy the shop Fred, she's all yours now." George admitted happily. Fred smiled awkwardly.
Fred sighed as he turned the water off. He quickly got dressed and walked back to the kitchen and smiled at the pathetic attempt of writing that George was doing. Fred shook his head as he walked up to George and gently put his hands on the paper that George was writing on. George immediately tensed.
"It's only me." Fred replied softy hoping not to frighten George. George just giggled in return.
"Yeah, it's just you." George said softy in return.
"What are you writing, a novel?" Fred teased looking at the five finished pages. George smiled.
"Fred?" George asked in a hazy way.
"Yeah George?"
"Let me tell you a story." George replied turning to look at Fred. Fred frowned in worry about the emptiness in George's eyes.
"Please tell me."
"It's about a prince. Still want me to continue?" George almost yelled and Fred nodded. George nodded back before smiling.
"Okay then. Once a long time ago there was a prince. The prince was handsome, gorgeous, someone who was met to be worshipped, to be loved. He could have a whole selection of women, anyone he desired he received, yet he was never satisfied with any of the women he received. Then one day, one cloudy afternoon he travelled amongst a field. The field was broken, harsh to walk on yet the prince felt free. No one else but the prince was in that field and the prince loved his freedom." George paused for a minute and something passed across his eyes. Fred waited patiently for George to continue.
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Lee groaned as the sound of knocking woke him up. He groggily stretched as he yawned, wiping sleep out of his eyes before seeing a letter slip though the crack in the door. Lee excitedly woke up as he read the name on the envelope, John Wayne. Lee smiled as he read the letter out loud.
"Yes, I have seen your work all right. Not bad of an introduction. Now that you displayed your tactics lets see your finished work. Yes, you have to end it. It seems hard now but trust me it will be easy as long as you practice. Remember practice makes perfect. Make the finalized project perfect. Go out and practice if you can if not than rehearse it. I'm sure from the lengthy note I received that you know what you are doing and will stay the course. Don't chicken out or else you will never make it. You want to make it to the top, you want to be the 'it' person than don't hesitate. Do it and do it soon. Remember the less time you wait the more power you hold. Don't lose your power; it is the only way you are going to exceed. Don't fail; I don't want to see you here. If you do don't hesitate in taking your own life. I failed once and knew that bitch was going to tell the police about me so I tried to take my own life but failed. I regret not trying to take my own life ever day in this bland hell hole. I miss my playthings. I want out." Lee paused with a smile before frowning again deep in thought.
"Here is my advice. Listen carefully. Kill your bitch, trust me. Now have you looked up Thug Behram, Yang Xinhai, Richard Chase, Jim Jones, and the witch hunters? I will expect that you did. Good, research them, they will make you smarter. Learn their mistakes, learn their weaknesses, their strengths and then judge your own. Time is clicking Lee of the Jordans. As you see all of those names belong to dead people. Learn from other's mistakes and then learn about your own mistakes." Lee paused as he listened to footsteps on the outside of his window. He blinked worriedly before continuing.
"You have made four big mistakes already that I have seen. Have you noticed it? I bet you haven't, the kids never realize when they make mistakes. Its okay that you don't though, the first time is usually sloppy and full of mistakes. Most will be caught though and that is what I am trying to help you become better so you won't be caught. I can show you some tricks, show you some techniques to better hide your identify and that is all I could do since I am suck in this shitty prison cell with a guard always sitting on his ass. Trust me kid you will great if you don't be stupid. Remember guards are stupid here, use this information anyway you want. Talk to you soon Lee." Lee shook his head as he dropped the letter on the floor and stared up at the ceiling. Another knock on the window and Lee smile grew larger. Excitedly he opened the door revealing an aging man who smiled back.
"Good, I see you got the powder I sent you." Lee said as a greeting as he moved aside so the aged man could climb though the window.
"Yes, your magic worked magical. What was the powder?" John asked as he walked around the room. Lee smirked.
"A toxic gas." John laughed.
"Thanks kid."
"So tell me about my mistakes." Lee ordered and John groaned.
"First tell me about the Weasleys."
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"At the other end of the field was a beautiful maiden with bruised hands and chapped lips. She was a young thing, with puppy eyes and whimpering lips. She loved so few that she never allowed herself the joy of relationships instead accepting her solitude in her tall tower. No wicked witch needed to lock her in the tower for she locked herself in the tower refusing to let down her hair for any prince who begged her to." George said in a monotone before biting his lips looking sadly up at Fred and smiling brokenly.
"Yet on that fateful day the maiden crossed path with the loved prince. The prince with his head held high and the maiden with her hunched back and cold shoulders. She was going to her tower after spending a hard day in the mines and he was happily stowing across the forest freely. They crossed paths underneath the bleeding moon. It was the maiden who, thanks to her bowed head didn't see the prince, and ran into him. He laughed as she jumped shakily. When she saw who he was she immediately bowed and begged for his forgiveness. The prince just laughed and shook her off. They talked, smiled a lot, but separated in less than thirty. The prince went home where a princess was waiting for him while the maiden sat in the dark looking out the tower's window and decided that it was time to let her hair down." Fred nodded while George looked down as if trying to decide on something.
"That is when everything went down the drain…"
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Lee smiled at the older guy in front of him, something about him sparked curiosity in Lee and he loved it.
"So the family is a big family huh? And the mother is still alive no?" John hissed in excitement.
"Yes. And she can be all yours if you help me."
"Tell me about her."
"She is red haired, freckly, kind of big. She has huge jugs and is a huge anal bitch. Honestly all she does is either nag or scream." Lee said with an annoyed smile. John quickly licked his lips.
"What about the kids? Any girls?" John hissed trying to hold back his excitement. Lee smiled again.
"One, a woman named Ginny, she is married to one of the most annoying boys ever." Lee commented, playing with a globe.
"IS she a bitch as well?" John asked lazily and Lee laughed.
"Ginny? Sometimes I guess." John nodded before opening the closet door. He picked up a picture.
"This is George?" John asked with a smile. Lee nodded.
"Yep, that is my property."
"Yeah, he looks like one of the people who need to be owned."
"Oh, he is owned trust me. I own his ass." Lee answered with a crazed smile, John smiled back.
"No, he isn't owned yet, but he will be. He will be." John corrected Lee.
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"You see the maiden started to beak away from her tower more and more searching for the prince that she passed by. She was hooked on him, she was astonished by him, and she needed to see him again. Yet when she finds him, he is with another, and the prince walks past the maiden without even a second glance. The maiden was instantly crushed. Then the maiden passed by a general. The general was instantly drawn to the maiden…."
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"Hide." Lee screamed and John immediately threw himself in the closet and Lee shut the door. The knocking of his door wouldn't let up.
"Come in." Lee screamed to the intruder and he was surprised to see Kelly standing there.
"Yes Kell-y?" Lee hissed and Kelly rolled her eyes.
"I thought I heard someone else in your room? Did you kidnap someone else?" Kelly almost screamed.
"Yes, because you two have fucking let me out of this house. I have been fucking stuck in this shitty house every fucking day and night and you know it. So stop asking me if I kidnapped someone. I haven't kidnapped anyone. I haven't touched or seen George; I haven't talked to anyone other than you and my lovely asshole of a brother." Lee shot angrily back and Kelly just rolled her eyes.
"I heard two voices in this shitty room so I want to know who you are talking to." Kelly demanded, her eyes glowing an unnatural madness in them. Lee smiled.
"I have a better idea. Go to sleep and I will be happy to introduce the person to you. Maybe he can actually give you and my little Georgie a little exercise. After all you both are just getting way to fat for my liking." Lee said with a sly smile on his face watching as Kelly's face turned an angry red.
"Lee stop fucking with me. You want to kill me than kill me. Get it over with right now. Fucking get on with it because I am getting pissed off. Just do it already and fucking kill me. Kill your fucking little love interest too, than kill Louis, and everybody else you fucking come across every day. Kill us or leave us the fuck alone." Kelly screamed and Lee just shrugged.
"Than it wouldn't be fun?" Lee said lazily smiling smugly as Kelly rolled her eyes.
"Who is your friend?"
"You won't find out until tonight babe. So rest up now because when you fall asleep there will be two huge surprises." Lee added and than pointed to his closet.
"I have an imaginary friend." Lee concluded before shutting and locking the door. Lee turned back to the opening closet with a wide smile.
"See I told you I will need your help."
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Molly woke up with a start. Something was wrong, something was horribly different, but she couldn't trace it. She put a hand over her rapid heart and took a couple of anxiety filled breathes as she tried to ease her paranoia. Her neck hairs were up; she could feel the presence of something unnatural and wrong. She couldn't get her heartbeat down. She took another long breath before shaking Arthur but all she received was some rude mumbles from the overworked man beside her. Molly shook as she drew her blankets up to her shoulders and wrapped herself tightly in her safety net. She began to calm down yet still something seemed wrong, not evil, just wrong.
As she relaxed she felt something guiding her up as if trying to warn her of something. She found herself standing before she even thought about it. Something was grabbing her hand leading her out of her room, she let it gild her though the burrow without even an inch of struggle. She watched as if in a trance as she was led to the staircase and she slowly departed down the worn and cracked staircase with a weary smile on her face. She found herself getting led to the kitchen with shadows moving around her, urging her on, and little hands on her back ushered her on quickly as if trying to avoid something.
Molly watched the worried shadows on the wall, watched as they bit their long fingernails and shook their hands toward the kitchen and in fear she closed her eyes.
"In the kitchen quick." A voice rang in her head and suddenly her eyes open and she was standing in the middle of the living room alone. She turned her head to the left and right looking for the shadows on the wall but instead she just saw darkness. Her heart beat raced again as she searched for the lights afraid that the shadows are back. Once she found the light she saw nothing but her own shaking shadow. Shaking slightly she heard a door opening and twisting her head around she had just enough time to see a dark figure tiptoe into the kitchen. Holding back a scream she searched for her wand before walking to the kitchen. Holding the wand still in her shaking grasp she flew open the door and inside petrified was the shadows circling and circling something in the middle of the kitchen. Their cries and moans were so loud that Molly almost put her hands over her ears.
It wasn't until she felt hands on her back that she noticed she was running, no walking, and the shadows moved aside, touching her as she past. The shadows screamed and withered as they touched her and she was burnt with every one but she couldn't stop moving, the hands on her back was pushing her forward almost in a race of need.
Then she saw it…the thing the shadows woke her up for and she screamed.
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"George?" A eleven years old Fred asked as he watched Charlie cast up his brother's broken foot.
"Yeah Fred?" George replied twitching from the pain that the wrapping was causing him.
"I'm sorry I wasn't hurt too." Fred replied and George laughed.
"What?"
"We are supposed to do everything together. Everything you do I do too. I should have a broken leg too." Fred said darkly watching his brother's pain full face as Charlie finally finished the casting.
"Yeah, you are missing out here." George replied itching his cast.
"We are twins and only you got hurt. How is that possible?" Fred replied in shock, because believe it or not they have never been so separated before. George sighed.
"What do you want me to do about it?" George asked and Fred smiled.
"Promise me that for now long we always do everything together."
"Fine. Everything that I do, I promise that you will do it too, the bad and the good. Deal?" George asked raising his hand for a shake. Fred winked at his brother.
"Deal." Fred concluded and George laughed.
Fred blinked as he heard the scream and he turned his attention away from his brother and instead focused on his mother. Molly had tears rolling down her face as she got paler and paler until she was just a ghost of her former self.
"Mom?" Fred asked in a worry.
"You little…" Molly trailed off as she glared at her son and Fred felt a cringe running though him. Why was he a little...
"Why? Why did you do it you little traitor?" Molly asked again and Fred felt surprise and hurt by her words. Why was a traitor?
"Why do you do it?" Molly asked and Fred felt his heart stop. Shit what did I do now?
"Mom, I didn't do anything." Fred said waving his arms in fear. Molly didn't even look at him.
"Why shouldn't I?" George spoke and Fred turned around his heart really stopping.
"What? What is going on?" Fred screamed at the two of them and neither even glanced at him. They were just glaring at each other.
"Mom, what did he do?" Fred screamed at her in alarm, George laughed, Molly cried, and Fred felt scared.
"He cursed you Fred." Molly said between sobs.
"What?"
"He told you the fairytale." Molly concluded and Fred paled as he stared at his brother who just shrugged.
"Oh shit, did I curse you? I'm sooo sorry bro." George said eerily again and Fred just stared back at George with horrified eyes.
"George?" Fred cried.
"Why George why?" Molly cried again and this time George sighed.
"Now I own them both." George said. Both Molly and Fred stared at him in shock.
"George?" Fred.
"I now decide how both of your precious sons will die and when and YOU can't even stop me." George said in an eerie tone and Molly wrapped an arm around Fred and held him tightly.
"Get out of my son." Molly screamed and George laughed.
"Tick tock the clock is ticking, always ticking, and slowing down more and more."
"Leave my sons alone." Molly screamed again.
"Never. George is mine and not you or your damn ministry can ever take him away from me."
"He doesn't belong to you." Fred screamed as he tried to tight against his mother's hold.
"How cute. I can prove that he is mine. Want me to…prove it?"
"Fuck you Lee." Fred screamed again and Molly was to afraid to speak.
"HE BELONGS TO ME. ME, ME, ME. I won't let you separate us. We need each other, we fucking need each other." George screamed in a maniac rant. Lee controlling George like his own little puppet.
"He fucking hates you Lee." Fred shot back and Molly grip tightened horribly until she could feel Fred's collarbone poking her hands. She ignored the pain in her hands because the pain of the disbelief in her heart was large enough.
"No he doesn't. It is you who hates me. He fucking loves me and soon I will physically collect him again and you can't stop it. Neither can he." Lee said while picking up a knife.
"What are you going to do?" Molly asked pushing Fred behind her and she could feel Fred scratching her back, trying to run to his brother, she didn't let him pass.
George laughed hysterically as he lowered the knife to his thigh. George let his head drop slightly before smiling at the frightened people.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
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Lee laughed as he fell back against his bed. He loved tonight, it was so much fun. The fear on Fred's face was deliciously priceless. Lee turned on the surveillance tape again laughing at the cries and screams of Fred as he watched his precious brother cut his own leg open. And Molly…oh just precious as she screamed for Arthur. Lee didn't know Arthur was home, he didn't even get George to finish what he was supposed to do. Oh well.
Lee smiled even more as he watched the sand slowly draining from the top of the hourglass. He only needed to wait until there is no more sand and then he can finish what he started. Lee couldn't stop his smile as he looked at the shadows that surrounded him.
"All is well my friends. All is well, you can sleep now."
HAHAHA…Was that to over the top? Honestly, please tell me. Okay…so who is John Wayne? I give everyone in this chapter his choice of victims as well as that he is still alive and that he is in prison. He is the sickest…just look him up.
Okay yay, this chapter done. Three more to go and I was planning on having the last chapter get out on Christmas but we will see. It will either be out on Christmas or three days behind or in front of Christmas or maybe even the end of this month. It counts how much school is demanding of me and when I have a open weekend to work on this.