Eddie x Gaege ~ A killer?

Chapter 6: Oh shit-

A silent sigh passed my lips has I walked through the entrance. I could hear a ruckus from inside the building. I wasn't sure if I was excited or annoyed. I walked around the whole building, making sure there were no exits they could escape from, but my gang did an amazing job at blocking everything off. There was an empty metal container next to the building and an entrance I could get in. I took a deep breath, then ran as fast as I could and jumped against the container and landed through the window. I turned quickly and quietly closed it, making it look locked. It was even louder in here then it was outside. Thankfully I had black on, so I blended in with the dark. The rage I felt from being in a room full of murderers, rapists and abusers was getting to a boiling point. On my way I had planned a speech I'd say, but now that I was here, I wanted these people dead immediately, so I didn't have to worry about saying anything to these dipshits. I pulled my gun I had cocked earlier out and pointed it at a random person. My finger laid on the trigger and Eddie's face appeared in my mind. I hesitated, thinking if I stopped now, I might be able to live somewhat of a normal life. My father's voice echoed painfully through my mind, and I clenched my free hand into a fist. "I'm so sorry, Ed." I whispered. I know if he knew what I do, he wouldn't ever forgive me. Taking a long breath, I pulled the trigger. The loud bang caused Eddie's face to fade from my mind, replaced with my deep desire to kill every single person in this factory. There were a few shouts and people began to panic. I pulled my other gun out, cocked it as well and began firing both guns, aiming at people and running around in a circle, so that they couldn't shoot me. A few people in the crowd got scared and pulled their guns out, firing at random, killing some of the people there. There was only one bullet that came firing towards me, merely missing me. The satisfaction that filled my body hearing them die, slowly one by one, was amazing. When there were only three people left, I set my guns away. They were staring at each other, looking around the room. "It's funny," I said, loud enough for them to hear. "What bad people like you think you can get away with." They were glancing around the room in a panicked state. "Hey man, we're not looking for trouble!" One of them yelled out at me. "Well, Goerge. Were you not looking for trouble when you took your daughter's life." I watched as the life in his eyes were drained and his face went pale. "H-how do you know about that... and how do you know my name!?" He yelled loudly, panicked. I kept quiet. "You motherfucker, show yourself and talk to us like a proper man!!" The other guy yelled, his eyebrows furrowing. I rolled my eyes and jumped from the second story, landing safely down and emerging from the dark. All their eyes focused on me. "How did a scrawly little shit like you do all this?!" The woman asked, angrily and mockingly. I reached into my pant strap and took out a knife, pointing it in their direction. "I have the right motivation." I spoke. "You know doing all of this doesn't make you any better than all of us." The first guy said, reaching for his gun. I threw my knife at him, hitting his shoulder and he stopped, yelping out in pain. "I know, but I can't help it. I love the look of fear in their eyes as they get what they deserve for what they have done." The one guy dropped to his knees in front of me, looking up. "Please don't kill me, I'm asking for forgiveness. I don't wanna die. I have a wife and kids at home waiting for their dad to come home. Do you want them to not have a dad?" There were tears in his eyes and I felt a stinge of guilt. I quickly replaced the feeling with remembering what this guy did. "Maybe you should have thought about your family before you took the life of another. Imagine the look on the wife's face as she comes home to see her husband and kids dead on the kitchen floor." "I wasn't thinking!! I just wanted to rob them, but I messed up! Please, I don't wanna die!!" I reached for the other knife I had. "It wasn't the first time you had killed someone." His face turned pale, realizing I knew more about him than he thought. "Please I-" I swung my hand out, stabbing the knife deep into his ear. He dropped to the floor, screaming loudly. I lifted up my foot and stomped down hard against the knife, shoving it deep into his head and he goes silent. The people who were left, the woman and man, stared at me in shock. This was when they realized this was the end of the line for them. I looked up at them through my messy hair and smirked. "Who wants to go first? Or should I list all the terrible things you did?" They looked horrified; their eyes filled with that kind of fear I loved. I ran forward, grabbing the guy and forcing him onto the floor. I grabbed his arm and twisted it in the wrong way and heard the crack. He screamed like a piss baby. I grabbed his other arm and began punching him in the face, nonstop. Until there was blood everywhere and his head had caved in. His blood had splattered all over me and my face. I leaned back up, looking for the woman. I saw her trying to force the door open, repeatedly slamming into it. I stood up slowly and walked towards her. I lifted up my gun and pulled the trigger, when I heard her body hit the ground I walked over to the door, forcing it open with my leg. I heard a shuffle and immediately grabbed what I heard and pushed them against the wall, holding my knife against his neck. "W-wait boss, it's me." I glared into the person's eyes, then let them go when I came back to my senses. "Oh, I'm sorry dude, wasn't thinking." He chuckled and looked at me. "That Eddie guy is changing you, usually you would have just killed me right there and then." I normally would have probably been offended, but I felt fine. I shrugged and walked off. "Oh and leave the worst body you can find and put a cocky note on it or something." I said to them, walking away. 'I want Eddie's father to feel my fucking wrath.' I thought to myself. The anger I felt strangely still hadn't gone away. I hated this feeling. It was a craving for killing someone, and I just couldn't shake it. I pulled my phone out and called Josh's number. "Hey bro, so like, could you come pick me up at that run down factory by my house. I need to come to your house to wash off." Josh hummed and hung up.