Deadset Promises → R.S.L.←

Third Entry

"Weapons?"

"Ropes?"

"Ladder?"

"Black? "

"Present?"

"All check."

Each and every individual checked for their responsibilities, and they were soon leaded to the black car as the clock on their hands struck 2 AM.

"Mike, you take the lead this time," Riker called for his , allowing him to sit by his son the driver. Riker sat in between both of them, while the two jocks along with Ross sat in the back.

"Where's Ross?"

"I'm here. Ain't a kid, gosh, " he muttered under his breath, earing a scoff from Riker.

"Right, okay. Let's review the plan," The boss, Mike, turned around, holding the folded paper in his hands. "Ratliff, you unlock the door having Ryland as a backup. I will stay in the middle of the room hallway, sending Ross to have the first victim. The-"

"Am I the one who takes the victim down? " Ross spoke out, grabbing everyone's attention as he raised his hand.

Mike sighed, pointing at the left brunette. "You, accompany him."

Everyone looked at him wide eyed, thinking he's out of his mind for a second there.

"He had the blood in his hands last time, remember? " Riker chuckled, making him sigh yet again, in frustrated, shakey hands.

"Right. Sorry. You, Riker. And you, make sure you have a long forte sight while in the car. Got it?"

"Got it."

"Take off," he mumbled, as they went round by the vehicle.

Their destination was soon after their eyes, and All the had to so was commit the crime and come back.

Except that it wasn't as easy as it sounded.

Ryland, Ratliff and Mike made their way out, paying brief attention as they walked around the deserted neighborhood.

"Ross," Ryland called for his terrified brother, feeling guilt rush over him. Not because they're committing a murder, but because he didn't volunteer instead if his brother. "Bro, come on, let Riker get the knives. "

Ross gulped, nodding as he walked to the back of the car, taking the keys from Riker to open the car hood.

He had the backpack on his shoulder, Riker behind his trail, and his hearlt down his feet. He was that worried, taking an already murdered family.

"Creep. Don't walk like an idiot. And calm the fuck down, you've done this more than all of us had,"  he whispered in Ross' ear, through gritted, clenched teeth.

He nodded, going into the crime scene.

"Please let this be dream, please let this be some nightmare, please god, please," Ashley hugged her knees, Looking through the stained glass of her room porch.

Trembling, chattering, on the verge of breaking dowb, she watched her life changing condolences, as she hugged her duvet.

A click made a tear slip down her cheeks, and she quietly rushed to her mother's bedroom, hiding inside the closet.

"Go in there," more whispers made goosebumps arise her skin. "Just fucking go she's in there."

"Please help me god, please."

The next thing she knew, a blond was right in front of her eyes, the closet handles in his hands.

Make that two.

"Mother," she whispered, as the main murderer looked at her in shock. "Leave my mother. "

Ross, backed away from the closet door, as Riker stopped moving towards her mother hilding a knife.

'Holy shit, a knife,' she thought.

"FUCKING LEAVE MY MOTHER, PLEASE. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US? LEAVE MOM. PLEASE."

"Shut up, or else you're next, " Riker held the tape across her mouth, hearing her two year old brother cry loud and clear. Ross stood there, not believing the fact that he's about to cause what he thing is going to be done.

In a matter of seconds, Ross tied her up, looking into her green eyes on a deep way as she shuffled, screamed and sobbed, all coming out as some muted voice.

The fact that her mother was already sick, and as asleep as a dead , scared her even more. Her siblings couldn't here a thing. Especially since the room was soundproof.

Ross opened his mouth slightly, before the clings of the knife being dug and the cries of her brothers were off, echoed through his ear.

He knew he couldn't take this victim. Moreover, take his eyes off this victim. She could do magic, she could turn this whole process upside down if he looked away from her.

He blocked her vision as to not let her break down to the sight of her two beloved dead because of him, but it was all worth nothing.

She ran her back down the wall, wanting to break free off the topes on her hands. Ross almost cried at the sight.

How could he get this soul dead sad?

"All done, Ross. Take her to the car," Riker whispered, making him nod.

She widened her eyes, shaking her head, kicking the wall violently. Ross shrieked, before taking her on his shoulder.

She was too weak to move, and all she was able to do was cry, soaking the blonde's shirt as he walked to the car. He put her in the trunk, and the looks he gave her were burnt, bright and shocking.

"We have another one down. "