Angels From Helvete 𖤐

𝖘𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓

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Vinnie held in her breath as the two of them began to process the short sentence. This was something she found very difficult to do; confide in two guys with a dark story that haunted her nearly every other day.

"What do you mean "killed" him?" Necro hesitates biting his lip.

"We were very not sober, and once they took the fight outside.. things got worse. I got in between them, and Varg beat me, then got to him. Once I tried stopping them again.. I did something stupid, and something I have regretted for forever." She wipes the lonely tear sliding down her pink cheek, "I pulled Varg's gun out from his pocket, and shot the guy.. accidentally."

The two remained frozen solid with hands eloped into one another.

Euronymous leans forward, "But.. like how? How did that happen? How could that even happen?"

"Euronymous, I'd very much appreciate it if you didn't ask such ironic questions." She eye rolls.

"No but seriously. How do you accidentally shoot the wrong person like that?"

"Don't you understand the definition of drunk?"

"Yes, but the night you were drunk with us you didn't kill anyone."

"There's no quid pro quo for you, Øystein. I'm just sharing a bit of my backstory. Sorry if it is confusing you and not going the way you wanted."

"Vinnie, I'm not saying that-"

"Then let me finish my story before you jump into conclusions."

Euronymous blows raspberries as he leans back with his arms crossed and his ears turned on.

Vinnie sighs, "I remember my sense of emotion went on a complete rampage when the moment came. Since it happened in an alleyway around one in the morning, we managed to get out of there without being seen. Varg was so proud of me, while I felt insane amounts of guilt. You should've seen his face when I shot the bullet.. his laugh echoed throughout the fucking brick walls. I woke up that next morning hoping I'd forget everything, but I didn't. I ended up seeing the guy on the news.."

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!! SHOOTING NEAR STREET BAR DOWNTOWN OSLO | | ONE KILLED !!

"Well that's scary. Weren't you there last night, Vinnie?" 

"I.." Vinnie began to proceed silent sobs before nodding.

"Oh there's no need to cry, you weren't even hurt." Vinnie's father bellows grasping ahold of the daily paper.

"Kristian is on his way, dear. We're all going to church together. Should be fun!" Her mother excites.

Vinnie stiffens and forgets how to breathe.
Then there came a sudden knock on the front door.

Her mother jerks, "That's him! Go grab your sister and let's go," and picks up her purse.

Vinnie gulps, "I uh- can I just speak with Kristian outside, alone, for a minute?"

"Don't be too long."