These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends [h.s.]

Chapter 10

Harry's POV

Fuck, I'm so bored right now. Cons of living in a small town mean eventual boredom and misery. Although, it wasn't like that when I used to be here. The nights were long filled with juvenile acts. My boys and I would fuck girls and get high every day. Now, work has taken up the majority of my life. I don't mind it though. Beating and killing are what keeps me going. It can be really fun sometimes when I hear them cry and beg for their life.

One time I told this guy I wouldn't hurt him if he only told me the truth. I gave him food and water while I kept him trapped in a dark room. I played nice for months, making him think he could trust me. As soon as I got the information I needed for my boss, I shot that motherfucker right in the head. His brains flew back on my jacket, but it didn't phase me. I couldn't contain my laughter after that. People are so gullible these days. You show them one act of kindness and eventually, they'll pour out all their feelings and secrets.

I wonder what Dean's doing right now.

I pounded on his door but he didn't open it. I don't usually care about privacy so I barged right in.

"What the fuck Harry, I'm changing," he yells.

"I don't care." I get myself comfortable by hopping on his bed and fluffing his pillows.

I notice he showered and shaved meaning he's trying to make a good impression on whoever he's about to see tonight. I couldn't help but indulge.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

"None of your business," he responds coldly.

"I'm just fucking curious. Don't give me an attitude or I'll cave your face in."

Dean isn't phased by my threats since I've been saying them since we were kids.

"Whatever. I'm going out but I won't be long." He grabs a disgusting light blue jacket that makes him look three years younger than he was.

His fashion sense was terrible. I enjoy dark colors, specifically black. It makes it harder for my victims to catch me in the night.

"Please, don't tell me you're wearing that outfit in public," I plead.

"Can you just leave me alone? I don't need you to micromanage my life." He puts his white sneakers on while checking his phone.

"I'm bored Dean," I say while counting the dark wooden tiles on the floor.

"That's really not my problem," he says. I grunt at his stupid remark.

"Fine, I'll just go text my plaything and see what she's up to." I grab my phone from my back pocket, but before I could realize it, Dean snatches it out of my hand and throws it across the floor.

"These people have lives and feelings. They're not a toy for you're enjoyment. I understand that your pathetic ass is bored, but this isn't the answer. I'm sick of this pattern where all you do is create chaos and destruction." He hasn't spoken to me this much since the last time I saw him in London.

"I can do whatever I want, with whoever I want and you can't stop me. I can torture, kill, hurt, and destroy anyone I come across because that's who I am. Wake the fuck up Dean, because that's never gonna change." I was inches from his face spewing anger through my words.

"Then you're truly a lost cause."

I laugh at how pathetic he is. There isn't a single soul on this earth that could change me, let alone my brother.

Dean storms out of the room furiously. I hear him open and close the front door signaling he's left the house completely.

My phone dings and I knew by the sound, that I've gotten a text.