Sanity: The Saw Chronicles [C]

Chapter 2 | Outlining Prey

Aristotle once said, "Anybody can become angry - that is easy, but to be angry with the right person and to the right degree and at the right time and for the right purpose, and in the right way - that is not within everybody's power and is not easy." It was something that has always stuck with me since the first time I read it. I have held onto resentment, that is true, but I'm buried it deep within. There was so much more important things at the foreground of my life.

Several obstacles stood in my way; From prison, to being on the lamb, to settling into this whole anti-hero role, to Ricky and I's wedding. Now, the path is clear. I can finally focus on putting the nail in the coffin of the one man that deserves it the most. Countless times, people have turned on me. I've been fucked over, scammed. I let it go. Even when my fucking ex turned me in, I learned to get over it. There was on thing I will never get over.

I was only five when my mother committed suicide. It woke me up to the real world, a world I didn't want to be in. There was no one to blame for it but her. She knew who my father was when she married him and it was her fault she thought she could take that lifestyle. From a young age, I knew who he was too. He was an enforcer for the mob. After one of his enemies tried to take me, he started teaching me how to kill. At thirteen, I killed a man for the first time. Only two years later, my father's bullets finally caught up with him. You can only shoot so many rounds without recoil. He was killed by a mobster named Sonny Bianchi.

People have heard the story, but no one has understood the grief it had brought to me. My dad did everything he could for my siblings and I. He knew I was too far gone, but the times he'd talk about giving my brother and sister a mercy kill might've been what drove me to do it. He showed great regret for ever bringing us into this world. We had no choice. Those times when I was on my knees in a motel, I did hate it and I had wished I was born into some other life. Now that I'm here and all my hard work has paid off, I hate my younger self for ever wanting to be normal.

The male moon light coated a California street. Suburbs, filled with the quiet of peace. The kind of peace you see in commercials with moms wearing cardigans and dads coming home from work with briefcases in hand. The smell of normalcy seemed out of reach. Deep red blood dripped down my hands as I walked through these streets.

It must've been three in the morning when I reached my front door. I unlocked it with the gold house key getting stained by crimson red. My back fell against the door as I closed it. I took a deep breath but one was all I could spare. There was a newborn baby and a toddler to be taken care of. I locked the door and headed into the kitchen. Hitting the sink on, I washed away the bullet born blood from my hands.

"Devin," I heard a small voice from behind me. Turning around, I saw my sweet little sister. Her doe eyes stared up at me, "Did you find daddy?"

I wiped off my hands on a towel. Then I picked her up, responding, "Daddy's not coming home. I'm sorry, Sweetie. Let's put you to bed."

Maya was asleep before I even reached her bed. I'm surprised she heard me in the first place. I told her the truth, but it wasn't exactly in a phrasing she would understand. It was a snake's honesty. My father wasn't coming home tonight or ever. Even if I wanted to bring him home, I couldn't. After I put Maya to bed, I checked in on my baby brother. He was sound asleep too.

In order to give them both bedrooms, I sleep on the couch. Tonight I could actually sleep in a bed, though I'm not sure I could lay in it without becoming haunted. I made my way to the master bedroom at the end of the hall. I'm not sleeping tonight. My mind was too preoccupied trying to figure out how I was going to survive without someone paying the bills.

"C'mon, old man." I muttered as I looked under the mattress, "I know you better than this." I sighed as I examined the room.

Opening the closet, I shuffled through every shoe box. Nothing. Fuck. Sliding down the walls, I started to feel my eyelids giving in. I glanced down beside me at the vent. Worth a shot. I pulled the cover off and reached inside. Bingo. There was a bag full of money in there. I counted out about twenty thousand. It'll do until I can get a job.

"Mother fucker." I grumbled to myself. I was so tired yet sleep wasn't going to find me for a very long time.

Sonny is still very alive. I've thought countless nights about killing him for what he did to my family. My father was the only provider for three kids. We went through his savings so fast, that's how I ended up on the streets. My brother and sister had no fucking chance. They would probably still be alive today if it weren't for Sonny. Yes, I know, I'm the one that killed them. He was the one that took away my hope they could ever have a better life though.

Ricky is the only one that's learned of how much this has torn me apart on the inside. Just one night, we were laying together after sex. I asked him for something, like I tend to do because I'm spoiled, and he told me he'd always give me anything. Then jokingly asked me if I had any scores left to settle because he'd settle them for me. I don't think he was expecting me to answer him seriously, but I did. I told him I was finally ready to get revenge for my father.

The only problem? Sonny fucking disappeared. Months have been spent with some of the FBI's best intel agents looking for that son of bitch. I started to lose hope we'd ever find him. There is such a self-destroying feeling when you feel like you won't be able to achieve something of such value. I wouldn't give up the search and luckily neither would Ricky. Finally, they found him.

I'm not going to just kill this mother fucker with a simple bullet. Oh, no. No, that would be too easy. He deserves to fucking suffer. My family had to suffer because of him. Now it's his turn to know what it's like to grovel on your hands and knees for a little bit of mercy from the world. I will make him pray to deities he doesn't even believe in, just like I had to.

In my search for vengeance, I realized I wasn't the only one with a score to settle. We all have our past demons that we want to see bleed out with that dying look in their eyes. Funny enough, Vinny's father was one of Sonny's business partners. Vinny hates the bastard for all he put him through. What kind of father throws his own son under the bus to save his own ass? Mauro wasn't hard to find. He is still locked up, after all.

Angelo isn't exactly the vengeful type, but him and Chris were both in agreement that the bitch that put them both away needed to pay. I can't believe that Chris used to fuck a cunt like that. Speaking of cunts, his goddamn mother. She pisses me off and I've never even met her. The bigot bitch used to force Chris to go to counseling in high school to "cure" him of his homosexuality. She made profit off of his murders by writing a book about being the mother of the infamous Sweetheart Slaughterer. When we were on the run, she put up a fifty thousand dollar reward for anyone that turned him in.

Ryan, well, we couldn't do much for him in the vengeance department. The government was very aware of what he did in the late night hours when he was off work. They didn't care, up until he discovered some files he wasn't supposed to. In prison, people just thought he was a conspiracy nut. Who knew he was telling the truth about all that shit he used to blab on about. Now, we kind of work for the government. We couldn't kill his boss even if we wanted to but he seemed pretty okay with that.

Josh already killed everyone he had a problem with when he initially snapped. Fucker murdered half the people in the factory he worked at. Then his girlfriend picks up the hatchet and finishes off the other half. Still a MUCH better love story than Twilight. Kuza had his eyes on someone that used to work at the same strip club as him. Back when he was a male stripper, one of the other dancers had a habit of stealing from him. He overall just didn't like her and I can't blame him for that.

So, what do we do with a group of people that deserve to fucking die horrifically? Have you ever heard of a book called The Most Dangerous Game? Basically, it's about some rich asshole that likes to bring humans to his island and hunt them like you would hunt animals. I figured it's a great option, but we're going to make a few tweaks.