a beautiful lie (continued/ original by winternightz)

A Friendly Visit

We drive away from the warehouse, leaving Kristina's body to rot away.
"I reckon we should get that leg checked out" Tom offers
"Oh shit yeah" I completely forgot about my leg because of the adrenaline that numbed all of the pain I was feeling. We pull up to the hospital and Tom carries me bridal style into the crowded building
"Mr Kaulitz, we will take her from here" A woman rushes to our side with a bed ready for me, Tom places me onto it and smiles at me as Im rolled away into urgent care.
"We will get you cleaned up as-well" The woman says while scanning me with a concerned look, I nod as Im wheeled into the operation room
"Count backwards from three"
3, 2, 1 a needle filled with anaesthesia is stabbed into the vein on my hand. I watch as the surgeons put on their gloves as my eyelids grow heavy.

"The surgery went well, she should wake up soon enough. She will be able to go home today but make sure to replace the bandage every other day and make sure to clean the wound before wrapping it" Muffled voices begin coming audible
"Okay, does she need painkillers?"
"Only if she is in a lot of pain then yes, but I wouldn't over use them or they may stop working."   I peel my eyes open, a bright light is shining in my face so I squint as I try to adjust my vision
"If anything gets worse please do come back"
The door squeaks open then shut, I lift myself up from the bed trying to get used to moving again

"Welcome back love" Tom rushes over to me and kisses my hot forehead
"You did so well last night" He beams at me
"What part?"
"Kristina, Im so proud" He strokes my hair
"Oh, yeah I guess"
"Ill have to bring you along more huh." He chuckles as he wraps my arm around his broad shoulders and lifts me to my feet
"Don't rush, it doesn't matter if you cant walk just yet"
"Im fine" My bare feet hit the cold floor and my knees wobble as I try to stabilise myself, I manage to stand up straight after a while of stumbling.

I link my arm with Toms and we exit the bustling hospital. He opens my door for me and helps me strap in before getting in himself.
"How was it?" He asks as we hit the road
"How was what?" I question
"Killing, it was your first time right?" I bite my lips as I fight a smirk which is battling to appear
"It was ok" All I can remember is the power I felt when I finally downed the girl I hated most, how her blood trickled onto the floor, and how I wish I could bring her back from hell just to kill her again. I look out of the window to distract myself from the sick thoughts which are rushing through my mind. But the images of her on her knees begging for her life just wont go away. It felt good to have another being sat at my feet, crying and pleading with me as I point a gun directly in their face. It felt good to decide whether they should live or die. It felt so fucking good.

"It will get easier" Tom says, breaking the silence
"Huh?"
"How it feels after, I mean you must feel some kind of remorse?" I do not feel bad. I do not regret blowing her brains out. I do not feel guilty.
"Oh, uh yeah of course I do." I stutter
"Taylor, don't lie." Its like he can read my mind
"Well, I just don't feel bad. I don't care, Im glad I did it." I admit. I glance at him, expecting him to have a wide smile slapped across his face, however his jaw is dropped and his eyes are wide
"What?" I ask.
He doesn't respond, his eyes widen even more as he struggles to shut his mouth. He told me not to lie.

"You should come with us more. Ya know, to more of the gang stuff." He mutters
"Id love to." I don't hesitate to answer, because although I hated killing my whole life, Im growing to enjoy it.
"Okay, well, were going out tomorrow. Apparently some of Romans gang ran off."
"Im there."
Tension thickens the air as Tom sits gobsmacked at my sudden change of mind, I feel how his energy shifted from proud to slightly afraid.

**Time skip again (Im so sorry!)**

"What time we leaving then?" Gustav asks, sat at the table twiddling his thumbs
"Dunno, soon though." Bill says as he paces up and down the kitchen
"Boys, Taylors coming with us." Tom walks down the stairs rubbing his hands together
"What?" Georg asks
"I said shes coming with us. Problem?" Tom snaps
"No." Georg replies, slightly intimidated
"Good. We may as-well share my car, no point splitting up." Tom offers
"Why?" Bill asks
"Because its easier Bill. Any more fucking questions." Toms anger becomes apparent
"No? Okay great. Oh and bring knifes."
"Lets go come on." I say in a hurry, trying to urge everyone out of the house.