Frank's POV
"Please man! S-stop! I'm sorry if I-I did something to y-you!" That slimy bastard Hunter said to us as Joey punched him on the ground. His blood spattered across us from the punch. He spat out a couple of his teeth which made me feel satisfied. He deserved that but I wanted more. He needed to pay in much harder price. Fear was flashing on his face as he looked at us masks. Something that hides our identities. He was scared.
"L-look you can have anything you want! J-just say what it is and I can give it to you!" He seems to assure that to us but I didn't care. Besides, he didn't seem to know who we were. "I won't tell anyone if you just leave me alone!" He starts to beg which made me feel more powerful. "You deserve this." Joey says as he punches him again. Julie seemed to be excited because of the blood but Susie was little nervous. But it will come to her eventually.
"T-there must be another way. P-please! You can have all of my money i-if you want!" Joey turns to look at me which makes me nod. "Give them! Now!" Hunter puts a shaky hand in his pocket and lifts a wallet from the bag. He gives it to me and I put it in my pocket. "Fuck you." I say to him as I lift my pocket knife. His eyes widen as he looks at the sharp weapon. "P-Please! I-I-I have a f-family!" I shake my head as I walk towards him. "So does she."
He seems to be confused but he can't do anything when I sink the knife in his neck. There was a gurgling sound coming from his mouth as he lifts his hands around my wrists. I could almost pass out by the ringing in my ears. The blood was running through my veins as I could see the life leaving his eyes. I couldn't do anything now. He was already dead. And the thought alone gave me a weird satisfaction.
His grip grows weak and he lets go of my hand as he goes cold on the ground. I take a step back from his body and look at my hands. They were covered in warm crimson blood. I turn to look at the snow and wipe my hands on the snow. The blood falls down with the melted snow on the ground. It left my hands cold and wet from blood and water mixture. I shake off the liquid from my hands.
All of us were silent while we look at the now fallen man. He seemed to be horrified while his skin started to turn grayish blue. Susie sobs little as she turns her head against Joey's chest. He wraps his other arm around her as to protect her. "We can't talk about this to anyone." Julie says coldly as she turns to look at the already dug crave that was waiting for it's body. "Let's get this over with. Be sure that you leave nothing behind."
I lift his upper body and start to drag him to the hole in the ground. He drops down to the hole with his eyes still open. This disgusting man deserves to rot in this earth. Julie takes one of the shovels and starts to drop the dirt on top of him. Susie stands back while Joey starts to help Julie. I walk over to her and put my hands over to her shoulders. She jumps at the contact and lifts her masked face to look at me.
"Don't say anything to anyone. THIS is OUR secret." Susie whimpers but then she nods. I give her shoulders a rough pat and turn to look at the grave again. After it was filled, we throw some snow on top of it. "Let's get out of here." Everyone nods to my words. Julie and Joey were carrying those shovels. We were silent as we were making our way towards Joey's car. It seems to feel like a cloud of darkness was hanging around us.
We get in the car where we take off those masks. We put them in our bags. I put my knife in there too. Susie was pale while others and I were calm. No one said anything. "Time to go home." I say to Joey as I turn to look at him. He nods as he starts the car and starts to drive back, leaving one car behind. Susie was sobbing quietly while Julie was ignoring her. The look on Julie's face was something else. Like she was happy about what she had done. And that was something I felt too.
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