I'm so lost to my beast, I don’t hear someone come up behind me.
“He’s dead, Ghost. You can stop now,” one of Jax’s guys says. He gently shakes my shoulder, snapping me out of it.
I look down at the pulp of meat that used to be my father, then simply turn and walk out.
Job well done, and another masterpiece has been created.
I'm satisfied.
Razor
I've been listening through my comm to the others and already know the security should be out of the way. The two ZYGOS guys with me have already explained all I need to know.
One of them comes with me as I let myself in to my childhood home. My parents are likely in separate rooms, as it has been my whole life.
I go to my mother’s first. I can already taste her blood on my tongue.
Her door creaks slightly as I open it, but she’s dead to the world. Pill bottles line her bedside table—drugged, as usual.
I hand my gun to the ZYGOS guy, pulling out my trusty razor blade.
I need to muffle any sounds she might make though, so I glance around the room, spying a piece of clothing I can use as a gag.
I stuff it into her mouth.
Now it’s time to have some fun.
My hand grips her throat, and I squeeze. She comes awake gasping for air, her drugged gaze landing on me.
“Time to take your medicine, Mother,” I sing quietly, not wanting to alert my father to our presence yet.
She squirms and whines, but she’s weak. I lean down to look into her eyes, holding her face still. Her wide, terrified eyes gaze back.
I decide not to slice and dice; speed and efficiency are best. My blade comes down, stabbing her clean through the chest, right into her black heart.
I keep my eyes on hers to watch the life fade away. Inhaling her essence, I hum low in my throat while she dies.
I drop her where she lies, retrieving my gun from the guy watching.
I motion for him to follow and walk a few doors down to my father’s suite.
Kicking open the door like the damn FBI, I shout, “Wake up, fuckface!”
My father jumps up, arms flailing. “What? Why are you covered in blood?” He takes a moment, then a thought crosses his features. “Where is your mother? What did you do to her?”
I laugh like a lunatic, mocking him. “Waiting for you to join her in the Devil’s arms.”
I don’t bother with useless words, preferring to just get it done.
Raising the gun, I put two in his head, watching in satisfaction as the back of his skull explodes.
“Let’s go,” I say, and leave that house for the last time.
I hope my brothers are getting this done as easily as I have.
Frost
I just want to get this done. There's no need for me to draw it out.
