Rise Of The Damned

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*23.12.2024*

~BRIAN POV

TONIGHT I had messed up my plans once again. She was never meant to be there but then again, she was her mother's daughter. Always meddling.

The man roughly pushed me into the cell and the loud bang of metal struck a core of fear I never knew I held.

I promise to find you, my sweet Syra.
I slid down the wall and took a look around my new home, nothing compared to my old one.

Walls portraying wrinkles due to time and critters of the night having a ball at my feet.

Damn it.

14hours ago--

The icy breeze bit my exposed neck as I walked out of the police station, determined to get answers from her. I dig out my old Sokia Phone and dialed her digits. After 2 agonizing minutes she finally picked up.

"Hello? Mrs Rantwood speaking."

"Yes madam, Is your daughter around? We were supposed to meet..."

Silence

"Mrs Rantwood? Are you still th-"

"Y-yes pardon me but didn't she say you cancelled? She said you called in sick."

"I did but I was hoping we could talk."

"I'll tell her. Thank you for calling Brian."

"Thank you madam."

I hung up the phone and unlocked the door to my apartment. The talk had lasted an entire drive from work. She had the nerve to say I called in sick now? I'll show her.

After cleaning my apartment, I awaited my 'wife' to show up. How long was this malice supposed to last?!

'Knock.Knock'

I shot up from the couch and lunged for the door. After opening the door, my eyes held deep brown ones. Anger burning within. She walked in and sat on the door.

"Why are you here?" I quizzed her as I closed the door behind me.

"I'm so sick of you and this game you keep playing with me! Who am I to you?! You did this... to me?," She whispered to herself.

"It was all-"

"NO! A MISUNDERSTANDING?! YOU HAVE A WIFE BRIAN! PLEASE TELL ME HOW THAT'S A FUCKING MISUNDERSTANDING!" She yelled as she paced the living room.

"If you ever talk to me like that again-"

"W-what? You're gonna hurt me? You're gonna hit me?! Or you're gonna cheat on me like you did your wife?! News flash asshole, I'm a sidechick! "

My back hit the couch as I registered what just occurred. A sob escaped her parted lips as she ruffled her afro.

In one swift movement, I slapped her across the face and she fell with a thud to the floor. I continued kicking her stomach until she spat blood at my new shoes. These were meant for Allen, not her! I grabbed fistfuls of her hair and tightened my hands around her neck.
I watched as the life slowly drained from her face and threw her lifeless body to the floor.

"Y-you..."

I looked at Syra and back at Rebecca's body. Syra ran back to her room and closed the door shut. I ran after her and banged the door, commanding her to open it.

"S-Syra honey open the door."

"GO AWAY!" Syra screamed from the other side of the locked door.

After trying to console her, my patience ran out and I started banging my arm against the door. Taking one swift glance around her room, she was gone.

I strutted to her bathroom and found her trying to leap out the window. In fury, I grabbed her legs and threw her on the floor. A pained groan escaped her lips as she grabbed her head I  pain.

"What do you think you're doing Syra?! Go back in there! Since your mother is not here, you'll join in her charades. THIS IS MONEY SYRA!"  I grabbed her by her hair.

"G-GET OFF ME! YOU'RE HURTING ME!" She clawed at my exposed neck and ran out of the bathroom.

Stupid girl.

I grabbed my gun from my back and started looking for her. If the station found out I had used this off duty, I'd be in a lot of trouble. Exiting the apartment, the dark street of Melbury greeted me.

I scanned for Syra and found her running down the pavement. This was all her fault! I aimed the gun and shot her on the arm. Her body jerked forward and collapsed on the ground.

Before I knew it, I was being cuffed and taken back to work but today, I would be the convict. It all happened so fast. The rush of killing finally kicking in. So addictive yet so bad.

Syra looked at me as our neighbour, Charlie attended to her wound. If I could just get out of this car...

It finally drove away, leaving a sobbing Syra a mess behind.

That look I would never forget.

Pure resentment. I hung my head low at the disapproving look on her face and a new goal had been set.

Win my daughter's love back. Win Allen back. Win my family back.

"What are you in here for?" A young teenage boy said from across the cell. His tattoos covered his arms as he ran a hand through his jet black hair.

I looked away in pain. How did I end up here? That whore Rebecca was all to blame. The world should thank me, people like Rebecca don't deserve to live.

"I'll get you all back," I whispered to myself.

I promise.