They’ve been conspiring for too long and would sooner gut eventheir most important members before they would allow any details of their plan to be revealed.
“You might as well hurry up and get this over with if that’s the line of questioning you have for me, Tati.” I love the way her nickname dances across my tongue.
My head whips left, blood filling my mouth. I can feel the fracture in my jaw, and when I peer over, I see blood covering a pair of brass knuckles.
“Now the fun can begin,” I goad her, knowing I’ll die at her hands tonight, but not yet. I need a little bit more time.
Preparing to taunt her further, I spit the excess blood from my mouth before swiping my tongue over my lips.
“Go play games with the other two dead bitches in the afterlife,” she sneers, seconds before her bat hits me square in my face.
My neck snaps back, and before I can recover, barbed wire connects with the side of my head, then my ribs, and then back up to my head.
I smile, knowing I’m missing teeth, since I’m pretty sure I swallowed at least four of them. In another life, she would be on our side—in another life, she’d be ours, and we’d be the sharpest blade in her arsenal. But we aren’t in an alternate timeline—we’re inthisone. And here—here we are the enemy.
“May you never find peace and may hell not even welcome you,” Talia spits before my world goes black.
Tati
“You sick twisted piece of shit,” I yell, biting the inside of my cheek to prevent the flood of tears I can feel welling in my eyes. “What you did to my family.” I can’t even finish. Images of Leigh, Foster, Laurel, Mikayla, and Evander flash before me—their bodies, resembling nothing of their childish innocence.
Leigh.Her little broken body, lying on the floor, as blood pooled from every identifiable part of her.
The coroner’s report detailed the work required to match limbs to the correct child.
“They were fucking children—wewere fucking innocent children,” I snarl. “And you—all of youdestroyed that with your depravity.”
Anger radiates off me in an endless wave—powerful and destructive. Blow after blow, I pummel Fredrick’s head until his face is missing. But I don’t stop—I can’t stop. “You selfish pieces of shit,” I scream, letting everything out.
Eighteen years of rage steady my grip on Guilie, even as blood slithers down the handle, my hold never slips—ten years of watching as they all brutalized men, women, and children indiscriminately.
None of these fuckers should’ve been born.
Their moms should’ve been bitches that only swallowed, and their dads should’ve had their nuts snipped.
Evil this bad isn’t just nature or nurture’s fuck up. It’s the toxic marriage of the two—a twisted blend, molding their psychopathy.
And all four of the scum said, “I do,” enthusiastically.
I remember playing dead, lucky that they didn’t attempt to do what they did to my siblings, as I listened to them brutalize Mikah’s parents.
At five, I didn’t understand the evil I was living with.
I didn’t know the role they played in my parents’ disappearance and murder.
I didn’t know they planned it from the start. But I learned quickly.
“Ahhh,” I shout, dropping my bat and grabbing the hunting knife in my hip holster. “I wish I could kill all of you over and over again.”
Heaving, I kneel over Fredrick’s dead body, far from satisfied with just pounding his face until it caved in. He deserves to feel what they did.
I squat, starting with his hands. “You can’t harm anyone else, Freddy,” I mutter, moving to the next one. “I’m going to scatter your body so you’ll never reincarnate.”
Refusing to touch his disgusting dick, I grab my torch and aim. Satisfaction fills me as his skin crackles, and it shrivels.
Burn all of him.
The irony of burning Fredrick, given his choice of wearing a Freddy Krueger mask, is too poetic to pass up.
