Part One: I Speak
When I finally speak, I don't just talk. I scream at the top of my lungs at this guy, who just smiles at me while spitting out teeth. I boom out, "YOU MURDERING PSYCHOPATH! I'LL SEE YOU HANG FOR THIS, DO YOU HEAR ME?! I WILL SEE YOU HANG!! HOW DARE YOU KILL MY PARENTS? AND THEN YOU HAD THE AUDACITY TO HIDE OUT IN MY BEDROOM IN WAIT FOR ME?! YOU MIFFED AROUND WITH THE WRONG GUY, DO YOU HEAR ME?! YOU WILL PAY!!!"
Alitia knows that I need to be held, and after the police let me go, I just collapse in grief, and I bawl my eyes out. Loudly. Even though she cries too, she just holds me.
Part Two: The Funeral
The preacher probably gave a good eulogy, and everyone probably said some nice things, but the only thing that I can think about is getting revenge on the man in police custody.
At the cemetery, as both caskets are lowered into the ground, each inch into the ground fuels a very (I hate to say it) explosive hatred boiling within my gut, just burning and searing its way through me, trying to make its way out of me.
When we get into the limousine, we don't say anything, not even John, who is the most talkative person I know. When the driver pulls up to my house, I give Alitia a very long kiss, because I know that what I'm about to do is going to land me a one-way ticket to prison, if I'm caught.
She must try to get out after me, but John must stop her, because I think I can hear him say to her, "No, don't-- don't go after him. He's deadly dangerous when he's like this. This hasn't happened in a very long time, but he's dangerous right now. You should stay away from him for now."
I look back, and she looks so sad. I never want to see her that way again. But, sadly, all of what John said is true. I am extremely dangerous in the state I'm in right now. And I know it.
Part Three: I Almost Let Go
I go inside this huge, empty mansion, and I turn on the television in the man-cave. To my dismay, the mangy mutt is out on bail. But, I might be able to use this to my advantage. I put a tracker on him as I tackled him, before I completely lost it.
So at 11:10, I get my ninja gear on, equipping myself with my bow, arrows, wakizashi, tanto, blow dart rifle, and shuriken. What I'm about to do goes against everything I stand for. I am about to take another life for the sake of revenge.
When I get to his house, I pull out a device that tracks a specific person's energy signature, and I find him in his bedroom. I pull out my bow and one arrow, pull back the bowstring, aim carefully, and hit him in the same spot I shot him in when I caught him coming out of my bedroom window.
Then, as he screams, I jump through his window, and I tackle him out of his bed. I pull out two arrows this time, and I shoot him in both shoulders, pinning him to his dresser drawer. Blood is a bright color when it's everywhere. I pull out a last arrow, the one that will deliver the lethal blow, draw the bowstring back one final time, and he starts pleading with me not to kill him.
At that very moment, both Alitia and John burst into the room, and they look at me like I'm the spawn of Satan.
Alitia says to me, "Don't do this, David, I'm begging you! Please don't stoop down to his level and kill him. Don't you realize that you'll be giving him the easy way out?"
The murderer says to them, "Thank you, so much! I--"
And then John cuts him off and says, "Shut your murdering butt up! If I had things my way, I'd let him kill you! But this ain't Burger King, so I can't! Lucky."
Alitia finishes her speech. "If you do this, you will let me know that you've surrendered to the darkness, and I can't stay in a relationship with that. In short, if you kill him, I'm going to break up with you."
I look at her with the eyes of a fly. How's that for a flipping ultimatum? I look from her to the murderer five times, she pleads with me once more, I scream, and I let the arrow go.
It doesn't kill him, but he's going to be missing the top half of his left ear. Alitia runs to hug me, and I embrace her. John heaves a sigh of relief, and I cover up my tracks. I drop him off at the hospital, and I don't look back.
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The PulseTeam, Book One: Origins
Science FictionUnited they stand... to the very end. "The PulseTeam, Book One: Origins" follows the story of a sixteen year-old boy named David Nathanael Allen, Junior, who was born into a family of money, power, success, and prestige, and teams up with his girlfr...