Retaliation

Who's Next?

"Callista.." Blaze whispered in her ear, hugging her from behind while she tried to find a water bottle.

 "Come on, babe, let me look for some water for you, okay?" 

"Okay." He muttered. Blaze felt buzzed, and he was trying to hold onto that feeling.

 Blaze wanted to stay drunk for as long as he could, Callista tapped a cold water bottle against his cheek.

 "Drink this." She spoke softly and moved away from him, leaning against the counter. 

Blaze did as he was told; the water felt refreshing but took a little of the buzz away, which was a bummer. 

"Damn, that's some good water." He smacked his lips together, and Callista giggled.

 "Well, I'm glad." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I'm going to go find my friends. Will you be good on your own?" 

Blaze nodded. "Yeah, go hang with your friends, babe."

 "Okay." She gave him a peck on the lips and turned around walking away. 

He had finished the water bottle and had the strong urge to take a piss. He went out of the kitchen and went to find the bathroom, but all the ones downstairs were already full or had long lines. He had no choice but to go upstairs and look for a bathroom; no one was in the bathroom, so he went in.

 After he did his business, he washed his hands and smelled something. A very strong rotten smell mixed with the smell of blood. Blaze looked around but couldn't see anything. 

He turned back around and dried his hands, and when he looked into the mirror, he saw a figure standing behind him; he couldn't see the face because it was hidden by matted hair, but he could see every bruise and cut. 

He immediately turned around, but there was no one there. "Great, now I'm going fucking crazy." Blaze muttered, going towards the door to open it. 

It didn't open; he hadn't locked it, and the lock was on the inside, not the outside. He wiggled the door knob, but it wouldn't budge. 

"Are you sure you aren't going crazy?" A voice whispered; it sounded like it was coming from all over.

 "Who's there." Blaze yelled in frustration; he was getting sick of these tricks.

 "Wow, you still don't recognize me..boo." The voice spoke softer, and Blaze saw movement. 

He turned around, and there sat Zack. He was sitting on the toilet, wearing what he had on the night they killed him.

 "How..nah I'm dreaming. You're fucking dead, and I know it." Blaze walked over, swiping at Zack, but he disappeared before he could touch him, and the lights started to flicker. 

"Well obviously I'm a dead dumbass; I mean, look at me." Zack was standing in front of the door, and this time his clothes were ripped in certain places.

 He had long gashes on his arms and one large one across his neck; they looked jagged and uneven. His blood was oozing from the cuts, and his hair was matted and dirty—you could see him rotting. The strong smell came back, and Blaze covered his nose.

 "Oh, don't be so shocked; what'd you expect? I've been dead for weeks, and this was your handiwork." Zack's words sounded sarcastic and hurt, but Blaze wasn't taking it. 

"Let me out!" Blaze charged at the door and opened it, but before he could register it, he was already running out and slammed into someone tumbling to the floor.

 "Yo what the fuck who- oh hey man."

 Blaze looked down to see Angelo underneath him. He scrambled up and looked around.