Sociopath

10: Conquer

Hello all! Welcome back to a new Chapter after quite some time. Just a heads up, I was incredibly fucking lazy and I did not proofread because I am dead. So if there's any mistakes or anything, I apologise for I could not give two shits. Anyways, as usual, thanks for sticking with me and here we go!

Also I'll be releasing an announcement together with this chap. It contains good news and bad news...

~Hope y'all like the new book cover :)
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"Eomma!" The girl squealed as she entered the car.

"Hello my angel, how was school today?" Eomma asked as the door closed. The driver ensured that the doors were locked securely before taking off.

"It was great! We did finger painting today! Look!" The little girl says as she lifted up her masterpiece. To her, the Mona Lisa wasn't shit as compared to her drawing.

"It's beautiful honey. What else did you do?"

The little girl goes onto tell her Eomma about her day, listing all the stupid things her classmates did that angered her. Eomma laughed at her child's innocence, but never said anything.

In the front, the driver's grip on the wheel tightened, the stone in his heart weighing him down hard in preparation for what he was about to do. He looked behind him at the happy mother and child. Could he bring himself to do it? Could he really become so cold hearted? What would his parents think of him? What would his wife and children think? Was this all worth it?

"Red team coming in. Blue, are you in position?"

The driver rolled up the separator screen, the voices of the happy family becoming nothing but radio static to him. He had to this, if not, his employer would hurt them. He didn't want that.

"Blue do you copy?"

He let out a shaky breath before he raised his hand to his earpiece.

"M-Mianheyo blue, technical difficulties...I'm approaching the bridge now, ETA: 10 minutes."

"Copy that Red. Let's get this done and we'll all be rich."

"Yea...rich..."

His hand fell from the earpiece as he turned to look at the mother and child one more time. As he got closer and closer to the destination, he silently prayed for forgiveness as he steeled himself for what was to come.

"Blue, I-I'm approaching the destination."

"Copy that, Blue on stand-by."

His eyes began to water. He felt so guilty, he didn't want to be a murderer. But he had no choice, his family's lives were on the line.

"Screw up and I'll kill them all, and I'll record their screams for you."

Those words echoed in his mind as they reached first contact on the bridge. His hand moved off the wheel to unbuckle his seatbelt before the same hand unlocks his door.

"They deserve and apology..." His conscience nagged at him. With tears running down his face, he unwinded the divider one last time.

"Ma'am? Young master?"

"Yes Manse?" The mother replied. He gulped and looked at her.

"May god bless your souls."

With that, he opened his car door and jumped out, just in time for Blue team's car to crash right into the car he was just driving, slamming into it at high speed. The sound of metal being crushed will forever haunt him as he watched the car flip through the air, before it landed back onto the road with a loud crash, lighting up into flames. He stared at the wreckage, shocked about the outcome. He's so dazed that he doesn't notice the van pulling up behind him.