The Art of Love (TPN High School AU)

~Chapter XVII~

BLOOD AND GORE WARNING: DESCRIPTION OF DEATH IS CERTAIN IN THIS CHAPTER;  HEAVY ANGST AS WELL. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, THEN SKIP. DW, NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE FLUFFY.

And yes, Rayemma is in next chapter. 

Oliver's POV:

My hands were shaking extremely badly. Cold sweat gripped me as I attempted to grip my sniper weapon. The pool of blood below me was growing even more by the second. Everything as a prophet's right hand man was going smoothly.... until.... this happened. Everything in my life has split in two, and my question of my morals has changed. The prophet has something to say about this kill under god's name-

No. This isn't a kill under god's name.

This is a murder.

This isn't a holy kill at all. This is pure hatred.....

Earlier that day.

"Sooo, it's finally December am I right? My, time really does fly very quickly! Before we know it, we'll be sophomores!"

"I know right, Aiden! Well, I already am one, so I'll be a junior next year. I'm turning seventeen this year after all."

"Well, it'll be fun having you again for Gracefield!

It hurts knowing he's going to die by the end of the year because of his damn sexuality. Is it actually right to kill him?

I was casually hanging out with Aiden, laughing along and getting ready to get on the bus. All of the sudden, I get an unexpected call from Jack. It must be an extremely important call from him, am I right? Probably a new target or maybe just to review the schedule for the day. Oh well, better come up with an excuse....

A good one in fact.

I sighed and turned towards Aiden. If I were to be honest, his death would be unworthy of God. He's gone through hell and back, and is an extremely nice guy. He has an amazing relationship with his boyfriend... and for the first time ever, I am actually... questioning his motive.

Something doesn't seem right... I've got a feeling to not answer the call. I mean, he'll be pissed at me, but.... Ugh! Sometimes your job is more important than that stupid gut!

"So buddy, Jack is calling me. Gimme a second."

"Wut it about?"

"Probably the usual shit. Christmas plans possibly? I don't know as much as you do about why he would call if I was honest."

"That's fine! We still have ten minutes before the bus arrives after all.."

"Okay!"

I sighed as I picked up my phone. I had again, a bad feeling not to take the call. I ignored it once again, because, again, job is more important than some stupid ass gut feeling. Right? I had a feeling that I haven't been thinking for myself... but who cares? The movement is to spread christanity.

'Heyo bud?"

"After lunch, meet me at 4670 Graston Square Office Building. I'll have everything you need there."

"Okie! But-"

"No questions asked! Just come there sharp!"

I've got a bad feeling about this....

I sighed. Maybe here, the gut feeling right. Maybe he found a new target and wants to kill him/her. Not the first time he has had me assist him in his kills. To be honest, that dude is a bit crazy, but I respect him. Maybe he actually is a good person deep down.