Jamike: Infinity

9

{A few hours earlier during chapter 6...}

Mary Schmidt was sitting in an armchair in the dark living room of her house after answering questions from police. She still couldn't believe her own son Mike, who was the most kindest child a mother could ever had, shot and killed her husband. She didn't want to believe it, but she saw what she saw. Her son with a gun in hand only a few metres away from the bleeding body of his father. Macey, the most sweetest and smartest daughter Mary could've ever had, had also been there, supposedly helping Mike. And faced with all the facts, Mary brought this down on herself.

She thought that if she hadn't had told Mike about his psychopathic uncle, none of this wouldn't have happened. And it her fault her brother was a psychopath in the first place. Mary just sat in the chair and sobbed. She never wanted any of this to happen...

"Don't cry, Little Red," a voice said behind her. Her sobbing stopped as she heard her childhood nickname. She stood and and turned to see her brother, Fritz Smith, behind the chair, the badge on his purple security uniform shimmering in the moonlight.

"Don't call me that Fritz. You haven't since we were seven," Mary said to him in a deadpan tone.

"Oh, don't act like that little sis," Fritz said, his wide smile clearly visible even in the shadows his face was shrouded in. "You forgot to call me my nickname, Purple Guy, many times. And seven was a good age for you. Young, bright-"

"Stop trying to talk to me Fritz. I know you attacked my son," Mary interrupted the psycho.

"Oh, little Mikey was getting too tired anyway. I just gave him a good rest..." Fritz sighed gleefully.

"I didn't mean for Harmony to go!!" Mary shouted at him.

Fritz was silent. He didn't say a word. He just turned his back to Mary. "I'm sorry Fritz..." she tried to say, but that just made Fritz whip back around to face her, his face contorted with rage.

"Sorry? Sorry?! How can you ever be sorry? We were the best of friends, you and I. We named ourselves after or favourite colours for god sake! But then you met David, your "future husband", and neglected me! You made me feel like I was invisible, nonexistent! I then I finally found someone I loved. Harmony. And you took her away!"

"It was an accident!" Mary snapped at him.

"Just because you were pregnant with your second child did not make it an accident! Was losing my job an accident?Was becoming poor an accident?! Was seeing my only child, who I tried to raise on my own because she was gone, die on the side of the road an accident?!?! What did you lose? What did Mike lose?! Nothing!!! Did you or your family care what happened me?!? NO! YOU DIDN'T! So why should I care about you?"

Mary's eyes were full of hot tears that were searing down her face. She didn't mean for the accident to happen. Or for Fritz's suffering to happen. Suddenly, another man, a violet- clothed man this time, came out from behind Fritz.

"But Vincent here helped me realise that I could do more. To avenge my son's death. He told me how with my talents of hacking we could cause mayhem. A scar, or a bite more rather, that would never heal. There was also some bribery too of course. News of this bite would be worldwide by now if the company didn't keep quiet. Funny how bribery works... especially when when bribing teachers to push someone so hard they drop out of school to live with their sister and find a dead-end job."

"You... made Mike drop out of school! You knew he would be desperate for money and work as a security guard at that restaurant!"

"*Sigh*, you were always so smart, weren't you Little Red?" Fritz said as Vincent snapped his fingers. A half-destroyed Puppet-like thing came out of nowhere and pinned Mary to the wall by the neck. "I'm only sparing you because your my sister, Mary, but if you breathe a word of this to anyone... if you even see anyone... just remember that the Purple Guy will always be watching..." Fritz nodded to Vincent to snap his fingers again, which he did as he brought out his gun, and the Puppet let Mary go, letting her take in deep breaths.