Beautifully Tragic

Chapter 24: Wishes - Kasper's P.O.V

Shit. Shit. Shit. I thought to myself. I've killed many rapists and molesters, but this wasn't the same. I was protecting myself at this point. I was running on instinct, which is fine, I've been doing that most of my life anyways.

I quickly grabbed the syringe Donovan dropped and hid under the stairs. When he came around to look, I jumped on his back and stabbed it into his neck, injecting it all into him, not bothering to pull it out until he collapsed on the ground like a sack of meat.

I took a sigh of relief when I realized he was knocked out. I struggled to put him on the chair, but when I did, I tied him down multiple times just to make sure he couldn't get free.

It would take another hour before he woke up. When he did, I stared at him, waiting for him to react.
Donovan looked around confused, still being affected by the serum.

"Kasper? Let me go, we don't have to do this."
I chuckled, shaking my head as I jumped off the table, going over to him.

"But we do, Donovan. Everyone has wishes. Mine was to protect people from the everyday monsters walking on the streets. Your wish was to continue your father's legacy whether you realized that or not. I can't let you do that."

I replied, as I went over to him and grabbed another syringe, filling it with a strange purple liquid.
"You know what this is, don't you? Of course you do, it's your medicine."

I said as I injected Oquin, a muscle relaxer, into his system. I smiled as it instantly took place, making him stop fighting against the bondage.

"You know.. I really did love you. I know it was stupid believing you for a second, even in a place so horrible like that asylum. That's why I can't kill you. At least not now. I have to prepare first."

I leaned over and kissed his forehead before going upstairs to get ready for the night. Thank God I didn't have to worry about his mom since she was tied up in the closet. I need to kill her too so there won't be any witnesses. It's such a shame. She's so sweet. I'll let her say some last words to her son, I'm not that heartless.

Did I like being like this? Of course not, but it had to be done. She let her husband abuse numerous kids over the years, and never once thought to stop her son from following his footsteps. I guess it's too late now.