Hello, Stockholm Syndrome: My Pity Killer Series

CHAPTER 3

Chapter 3: You are a Samosa, Act Like It

"Please be careful," Elena gave me a tearful good bye. "I-I'll try," I told her honestly as Des helped JJ in the car and she turned to me.

"You don't have to do this," Des interrupted, "stay with them. It's over for us," she shook her head and I left Elena, rushing to Des to hold her. "Don't say that," I wiped her face and brushed her braids behind her face. "It's the truth, no need for you to die either," she cleared her throat. Even when facing death, she was so strong and I admired her for that.

"I can be with you until the end."

"Goodbye Monte," they waved us off as Des climbed in the backseat with her passed out brother and I got in the front seat, driving as far as we could possibly be.

"I can't believe this is happening," Des mumbled, and then chuckled, "I always had this weird thought that cancer would take me out. The same way it did most of our family, I guess that was a sick twisted way of doing it. It is still an infection." "Des," I slammed my hand on the steering wheel, catching her attention as JJ woke up. "What's going on?"

"Hey," she looked at her brother and helped him sit up as he looked around. "Where are we going?" he looked around, "where is everyone? God, it's so hot," he tugged at his clothes.

"It's beginning," I stared at the rearview mirror into Des's concerned eyes. "It's going to be alright, JJ," she rubbed his head and he laid on her shoulder, dozing off again. "This shouldn't be his ending, Monte."

"I know, I'm sorry," he apologized, "I just wish he would have listened. If he would have stayed put and not be this superhero." "Don't do that," Des shook her head, "this isn't our fault. Especially not JJ's," she corrected me and I squeezed the steering wheel as I bit my tongue. What was the point of arguing; in a matter of hours they both would be gone and I didn't want to spend our last moments fighting.

She began rubbing her brother's head, humming some tune she always did when she was worried or stressed, or even deep in thought. I never asked her that song, I felt like it would be stepping over some boundary since she only shared it with her brother. I also saw her sing it a couple of times when she had to kill a child that was infected. I guess it was her way of coping.

She looked at me and we stared at each other as I drove.

I had no clue on where I was going, but I hoped with enough time my heart would be prepared for the hardest thing I had to do.

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We found a small motel and I quickly booked two rooms as Des struggled to bring JJ into the room.

"Argh," he screamed in pain as she put him on the bed; backing away as he squirmed. He ripped his shirt and I saw that his body was turning; he was no longer human. He was becoming infected. I saw his veins protrude from his body and turn red against his dark skin and he began to claw at them; screaming as his body burned.

"Des, please," he begged, "don't let me do this. Help me, please," he continued, tears in his eyes and she huddled in the corner and cried. It was the first time I saw her look so helpless and I walked over to her brother and sat beside him.

"Monte," he begged, "please; kill me."

"JJ," I wiped his sweaty brow, "I am so sorry. I wish I could change this outcome," I began talking, loading my gun and placing the silencer on as I cocked it. "Are you sure you want me to do it?" I asked, looking at him but referring my question to Des.

"I can do it," she stood and shook her hands, "This is my future in a few hours anyway." "Des," I stood and handed her the gun, "we have another day. Let's not dwell on the future, ok?" I held her face and we stared at each other. For the first time in years since we had gotten together, I saw tears in her eyes.