Cain and Abel

Prologue

*WARNING* Graphic Violence*** NOT INTENDED FOR WEAK STOMACHS***

This can't be happening.

This can't be real.

This is all just a dream.

Roger looked down at the mutilated bodies that laid before him. Blood was splattered against the walls of the bedroom. The baby blue sheets that adored his king sized bed was covered in dark red stains.

The air held the stench of blood and innards.

The place was literally a bloody mess. His stomach heaved as he tried his best to keep his food down.

What had he done?

Roger eyes began to tear up as he stared at the lifeless body that was once his beautiful fiancée, Clare Washington.

How could he let his rage get so out of control?

The heaviness of the axe he held in his right hand finally began to register. He slowly uncurled his fingers from around it, letting it hit the plush, carpeted floor.

Roger lifted his bloody, shaky hands up to his face. He watched as the blood slowly slid from his fingertips down his wrist and onto his forearm, gradually making its way to his elbow and dripping to the floor. His heartbeat was so loud it sounded like his heart was in his ears.

A straight strand of dark hair fell into his face strewing his view. He took his bloody hands and pushed the strand back, accidently smearing the blood into his hair.

"Fuck!" he yelled as he took in the scene before him.

Acting on impulse, he reached into his pants pocket and grabbed his cell phone. He quickly turned the screen on and went to his contacts. When he came across the number he was looking for, he clicked on it and pressed call.

As the phone on the other end began to ring, Roger rushed over to the bed and bent down to the floor. He looked underneath it and snatched up a suitcase.

He walked over to the closet and dresser shoving in whatever could fit inside the large black suitcase.

"Hello?" a sleep-ridden voice came from the other end of the phone.

Roger didn't speak at first, not knowing exactly how to explain what just happened.

"Roger? Dude, are you there?" the voice asked in concerned.

"I'm in deep shit, man. I fucked up badly."

Roger stopped packing and leaned his back up against the wall by the dresser. He tilted his head back and looked up at the ceiling.

There was shuffling on the other end before the person spoke again.

"What did you do, Roger?" the voice asked, more alert.

Roger closed his eyes to keep the pain away. He slowly opened them again and looked across the room at the bloody scene.

He whispered shakenly into the phone, "I killed her... I killed Clare and her boss, Sean."

The phone was silent for a while. Roger grew concerned for a moment, thinking Sean hung up.

"Where are you?" Sean asked calmly.

"I'm still at the house." he said taking a huge gulped.

"Is that where you killed them?"

"Yeah." Roger said trying not to panic.

Silence fell on the line once again before Sean respond.

"Pack your shit. Don't take everything, but pack enough. Then get on the first plane out of here. You hear me?" Sean demanded.

"But what about -"

"You let me handle that, okay? You just get the fuck out of there." Sean nearly yelled. "You remember where I kept that ten grand at, right?" Sean asked.

Roger nodded his head, "Yeah, the boat house."

"Take that and go."

"Sean, I can't -"

"Go! When I get there you better be long gone." Sean said in a harsh voice.

Soon after, Roger was met with a beeping tone signifying the end of the call.

Roger pull the phone from his ear and looked at the crime scene before him.

"FUUUCCCCKKKKK!" He yelled as he threw the cell phone against the wall on the other side of the room.

He really was in deep shit.

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Oh, and Roger is played by the oh so beautiful Niall Matter 😍