Rolf wasted no time, once outside he beelined for the pale child's house. With every step he took, the muffled screams of his conscience begged for him to stop this madness and spare the young child, however he did not listen; revenge was well in his sight. As he began to accept this downward spiral into concentrated wrath, the shrieks became less audible, and soon a gentle silence greeted him. He had found himself in a nirvana of hatred.

Rolf approached the front door, and left sanity on the porch. He kicked down the door, a harmonious silence followed. Step by step he made his way to Jimmy's room: up the stairs, down the hall, and through the door. What he found was Sarah standing at the bedside where Jimmy laid, staring at the ceiling. Sarah looked up at Rolf shocked and begins to raise her fist, but is quickly knocked down by the blue-haired giant. Jimmy is picked up by the brace ring but does not fight back. Instead, he goes limp and only barely makes eye contact. Rolf heaves Jimmy into his wheelchair, which skids backward, knocking his head into the window, shattering it. Sarah is struggling to regain balance and is visibly yelling something at Rolf but he cannot make out the words. Rolf lunges at Jimmy once again, propping the child's neck only inches above a stiff shard of glass.

The sensation of hearing slowly returns to Rolf. Sarah begins to charge at Rolf.

"Sarah, stop! Just leave us to ourselves, please." Jimmy wheezes.

Sarah stopped her charge, looking back and forth between the two other occupants of the room. "Are you sure? I've seen what Rolf has done to my brother… I don't-"

"I'll be fine Sarah, don't worry." Jimmy gave her a toothy grin before returning his attention back onto the shepherd. Sarah reluctantly left the room tears brimming from her eyes, only one thought occupied her mind.

Jimmy… you liar...

"So Rolf…" Jimmy rasped, his voice strained from his tired lungs. "...how nice of you to visit… what brings you here?" Rolf landed a swift punch to the side of the boy's head, pacifying him.

"The only answered questions will be mine!" Rolf yelled into his ears pressing the broken shard of glass slightly deeper into Jimmy's neck. "Your lackey tells me you're responsible for what happened to my Bridget, is this true?"

Jimmy smiled, "I guess you took care of him then… Not exactly the most loyal partner."

"… "

"Anyways to answer your question, what Eddy said was true. Do you wish to hear me before you do what comes natural?" Jimmy gave out throaty chuckle, proceeding to enter into a coughing fit.

"I came here for one thing, not your excuses." Rolf begins to poke the glass shard into Jimmy's neck, "Nothing could make up for the shame you've brought me."

"I have no excuses…" Jimmy lets out a whooping cough, "... only reasons."

"You intrigue me, Rolf is listening, but his patience proves slim. Eddy mentioned an offer you gave me, what was he talking about?"

"Heh-heh, heh... " Jimmy clears his throat, "Don't act like you don't remember..."

Rolf stares at Jimmy blankly.

"Fair enough, allow me to refresh your memory… think back two years… before my illness had gotten to this state… I made you an offer… Call it a "Scam" if you will… Heh-heh *cough* *cough* … … … Ring any bells?"

Rolf's eyes widened.

"There you go… knew it'd come to you… maybe you don't remember the specifics, but I do… I wanted to make a sorta business with you, perhaps even an empire…" Jimmy pauses to clear his throat. "Simple deal, you supply the dairy, I'd turn it to ice cream… the ultimate scam…"

Rolf shook Jimmy.

"Say nothing more, I implore you! It was a decision I am not proud of but stand firmly by!"

Jimmy laughed more, "Stand firmly by? Rolf, the decision would have benefited us both… When I proposed it to you, you called it "charity work," and refused to hear any more of it!"

Rolf loosens his grip on Jimmy's neck, staring blankly, lost in thought.

Jimmy continued:

"Seriously? "CHARITY WORK"? Is that what you call it? … This "charity work" would've milked everyone for their money, gotten you your own farm, and kept me ALIVE! … You honestly believed it was "CHARITY WORK" to help me raise money for my own treatment which you KNEW my parents couldn't afford?! … YOU KNEW how much I wanted to live, YOU KNEW my business plan would work, but YOU KNEW you wanted to make it through life alone, because of fucking family traditions?" Jimmy enters a long coughing fit.

"..."

Rolf begins to speak-

"DON'T YOU DARE INTERRUPT ME AFTER WHAT YOU'VE DONE! *cough* *cough* *cough* Do you really think you're the one that's owed an apology because of a dead chicken? Are you really so vain that the life of a neighbor matters less to you?"

Rolf regained his grip on Jimmy's neck.

"If this is what this was about, why would the death of a chicken make us even?" Rolf sputtered.

Jimmy began laughing hysterically, "That's what you think made us even? … Have you less a brain than I thought?" Jimmy continues laughing,

"Rolf will feel no guilt when justice is served!" Rolf slams Jimmy's neck on the glass and then launches him and the wheelchair out the window. The wheels could be heard scraping down the tiles of the roof, leading up to a brief silence followed by a crash.

Rolf looked out the window to see the twisted body of Jimmy looking back up at him, his eyes devoid of life. Rolf breathed deeply just moments before there was a knock on the bedroom door.

Jonny entered the room, carrying a large box which blocks his vision.

"Jimmy! We did it! First hundred we've made in our life! Plank couldn't believe you were paying so much for such an easy job, but I told him not to argue with your price!"

Jonny set the box on the floor and looked at the mess surrounding Rolf. Jonny quickly bent over and picked up a piece of wood, soaked in blood. He began stepping back against the wall, holding the board straight out in front of him.

"Rolf, honest it wasn't my idea. Plank was the one who wanted to do it, he's a madman I'll tell ya." Jonny pleaded.

"Wait, if Eddy was not the one who killed Bridget…"

"What? Who?"

"Eddy?"

"No the other one."

"Bridget?"

"Who's that?"

"My chicken…"

"Which one?"

"THE ONE THAT LAYS IN MY SHACK, DEAD!"

"... Which one?"

Rolf froze for a brief moment and then fiercely opened the box Jonny had brought in.

"My god… what have you done…"

In the box there laid the heads of every chicken Rolf owned. A deathly silence filled the room.

"Rolf, if it makes you feel any better, I only killed the chickens… Nothing else…"

"You mean… Victor, Wilfred, Beatrice… Bobo? They all live?"

"I mean I didn't kill them, Plank did! He was a madman Rolf you should've seen it! I've never seen anyone so cold blooded!" Jonny begins laughing, clearly unaware of the volume of what he has done.

"Hey, is that Double D's house on fire?" Jonny babbled curiously.

Rolf left the crime scene, intent on returning to his home to see if what the strange boy had told him was true, and sure enough, upon reaching the shack, he found Jonny's words rang true. Decapitated bodies of his childhood friends lay strewn throughout the room, clearly bludgeoned with such carelessness. Two more boxes laid by the door containing more of what remained of his livestock.