Revenge

Chapter Thirteen: It's Done

"Before I make you pick your death, you're going to tell me something. What did Phil have to pay for?"

Brandon was silent. Eyes wide open. Emotionless.

"Was it drugs?"

Brandon stayed still.

"Really? You want to play that game? Oh that sucks, I guess I will make it get out of you.."

Dan grabs an electric drill.

"Virrrrrr"

the sound of the drill is made when immediately turned on.

Dan puts the drill close to Brandon's right arm until he tries to yell in confession.

The drill gets closer and closer.

Brandon finally cracks.

Dan turns off the drill and puts it back on his bed.

"WHY DID YOU KILL MY BOYFRIEND? WAS IT OVER DRUGS?"

Brandon said no with a head nod.

"THEN WHAT WAS IT?"

"Murfergerfer"

"WHAT?!"

"Murfergerfer"

"Well, since I can't understand what you're saying, I guess I'll just read the texts"

Dan grabbed Phil's phone from his bed stand.

He types the password

"61191"

The texts between Brandon and Phil automatically pop up.

He scrolls through the texts.

He sees the words "Craigslist meet up", "910 Seventh Union", "I might have your money by today", "come today", and "engagement ring", and finally "£2,000"

Dan starts crying.

"So, you killed my boyfriend because he didn't have the emount of money for an engagement ring?! How dare you?!"

Dan gets mad. Very mad.

"ARE YOU ON DRUGS?!"

Brandon shook his head in a yes motion.

"WELL, THAT EXPLAINS A LOT!"

Dan was filled with emotion. Sorrow, loneliness, and depression. But one thing would help cure that. Fast.

"LOOK AT ME BRANDON! NOW!" Dan yells very loudly.

Brandon looks at Dan.

"PICK YOUR DEATH. NOW"

Dan holds up a kitchen knife, a silent gun, and a drill one at a time.

"WHICH ONE?"

Brandon cries. Again. But once again, Dan doesn't feel bad.

Brandon throws his head towards the gun.

"Are you sure about the gun? I want to make sure you die the way want you die.."

Brandon tries to shake his head yes.

"Uherm"

"Oh, what do I care?"

Dan picks up the kitchen knife, and walks behind Brandon.

Dan picks up Brandon's right arm, and slices it all the way down his arm.

Brandon screeched.

"How does it feel Brandon?"

Brandon doesn't answer.

"ANSWER ME BRANDON!"

"Hermifalaaau" murmurs Brandon

"Well, since I can't understand you, I guess this is it.."

Dan smirks.

"Here is your payment, Brandon."

Brandon screeches

Dan slices Brandon's neck.

He sees Brandons blood run down his neck, down underneath his black hoodie.

Dan checks Brandon's pulse. No beat.

He is dead.

Dan watches the blood run down Brandons arm, onto the trash bag. Dan doesn't want to blood on his floor obviously.

Dan walks in front of Brandons corpse.

"Who would've known your payment was revenge?"