Not Another Bottle

Chapter Seven

Hey guys, I know I've been gone a while, I've been busy, even if it's just crying, I've been busy. Nevertheless here's chapter seven, and enjoy.
Jason's POV
I walk back and fourth around the hideout, the fuck is taking these morons so long? They better have done the job, that son of a whore needs to pay for what he's done to me! "Jason! Jason! Jason!" Said one of my gang members ruining through the door. "What?! What?! What?!!!" I said pissed off, "Hey aren't you supposed to be out on a job?" "Y-yes sir, but something went wrong..." He looked down at his feet. "Well?! Spit it out shit head!" "Well sir, ya see what had happed was we found that no good scumbag you wanted us to take care of, but he beet us down, and he left a message for you sir" "what did he say?" I said speaking slowly "he told me to tell you these words exactly, if you want to hurt me, next time you should send special forces" The kid looked terrified. "You don't have a scratch on you, where are the other two!?" "Well sir, for some reason he left me alone, I swear I don't know why, but he did" I quickly replied "You better get your shit together! Or believe me, I will, WILL, make you hurt! Now get out of my face, before I knock your fucking teeth in!" He ran away without hesitation. "Mark my words oliver you will pay for this."
Oliver's POV
There she is, lieing, rapped in plastic so netly, I'm not good at many things, hardly anything really, but this, this I'm good at. I know how crazy it must seem, they only things I'm good at involve hurting people, but hey, I'm probably fucking nuts.
She gasps loudly waking up, panicked and scared, unaware of what is about to happen. "Did I ever tell you the definition of... insanity?" I asked her calmly. "Insanity.. is, doing the exact, same, fucking thing, over and over again, expecting shit to change. That.. is.. crazy. The first time somebody told me that, I don't know, I thought they were bullshiting me, so boom, I killed him. The thing is though, ok, he was right. Then I started seeing it everywhere I looked, everywhere I looked, all these fucking pricks, everywhere I looked, doing the exact same fucking thing, over and over and over and over and over again, thinking, this time is gonna be different." She started to open her mouth to speak. "No, no, no, no, no, please." She gave me this look, the kind of look my father gave me, the look he'd give my mother right before he hit her. "I'm sorry, I don't like the way..." I stood up and through the chair across the room. "You are looking at me! Do you have a fucking problem in your head? Do you think I'm bullshiting you? Do you think I'm lieing? Fuck you! Ok? Fuck YOU!" I got out of her face and turned away. "It's ok, it's ok, I'm gonna chill, hermana, the thing is, I've killed before, and it's not like I, am fucking crazy! It's ok, it's alright..." I got in real close and spoke in an even deeper and more mulotic tone than usual, as I asked her "Did I ever tell you the definition of insanity?" She looked at me, obviously shocked at me, she began to cry. She cried and cried and cried and beged for her life. Then, she stopped, after 5 minutes, she stopped, turned to me and said "Do what you've gotta do" I reached above my head, branishing the knife, and as I tryed to bring it down, I found something peculiar. Something I've never encountered before. I couldn't do it. For, whatever reason, I could not bring myself to kill this girl. I brought the knife down, and cut her free.
Now, both of us weeping, only she was naked and trapped in a room with a ceral killer and I was clothed and a ceral killer. I know what your thinking, no. I didn't undress her because I'm a pervert, I did it because I do it to all my victims, it's easyer to clean up once there dead, and it's more kind to the invorment. She put her clothes on, then came back to me, she walked in as I was self harming. "What the shit man!?!?!" She exclaimed. "I diserve this" I said through my sobbing "I diserve this" she came up to me and gave me a hug. "Please stop, it hurts me to see you like this" she said, fighting back tears. "That's why I told you to stay away from me" I said pushing her off. I got up and walked into the living room of sanctuary. I poured myself some vodka "Oh not again, you have a problem hun" I grabed another glass from my cubered, breaking it and scooping it into my drink. "No shit, and I'm not your hun!" I said angry and crying, now I take a drink. "No oliver don't you'll cut-" I cut her off "I don't care, and how do you? I litteraly just tried to kill you like, four minutes ago!" I take another drink. I feel the sharp pain of the glass going down my throat, cutting and slicing at the inside of me. I feel the burn of the alcohol on these cuts as I drink. I fall unconscious.
Debra's POV
Holy fuck. Just, holy shit. Holy fucking shit. I don't even know what to do right now. I sit on my knees, sobbing, shaking him, hopeing he wakes up. What's wrong with me? Why is it that once I finally like a guy he trys to kill me and then himself. I don't know if he's dead or asleep, and if he's either I don't know what to do. Damn this is fucked up. I'm not a filthy mouthed person ushaly, but "Good girl words" just don't even come close to what just happened.

Alright well, that's all for now, thanks for reading if you did. Shout out to dexter, obviously a huge fan, and as well as farcry 3, an absolute masterpiece of video game cinematography and one of my all time favorites, it is almost directly quoted in the "definition of insanity" speach, go look it up, my version did not do it justice. Anyway I will see you in the next chapter, later.