Aftertaste [COMPLETED]

Chapter 23 :: See You In Hell

"Dammit, open up. Son of a bitch, I know you're in there." I was growing rapidly frustrated.

"No, actually, I'm out here."

I spun around to see James approaching me. He had mail in his hand, and a confused expression on his face.

"What the hell are you doing here, Logan?"

"I wanted to talk to you..."

"About what?"

"About Berlin."

I could here something between a sigh and a laugh escape his throat as he pushed past me to unlock the door.

"I think you made your point the last time you wanted to talk."

He started to close the door in my face, but I stopped it with my foot.

"See, that's the thing, I don't think I did." There was a moment of silent calmness before I kicked the door wide open.

I watched James flinch as I welcomed myself inside. I carefully closed the door behind me.

"The truth is, James, I'm a little irritated with you." I began walking toward him, while he stood silently stunned. He looked form the door to me, and back again.

"You see, I'm not happy with the way you've been treating your friends, James. And it's not just Berlin. You can't just take what you want when you want, without consequences. You can't have your cake and eat it too, James."

"Okay, you're acting hella weird. It's time for you to leave. In fact, you, Berlin, Rory, your entire creepy clan can stay the hell away from me."

That was what took me over the edge, made me see red, and caused my to channel all of the pent up rage that had been festering inside me, begging for release. But it wasn't my fault, really. He brought it on himself.

"See," I said, still calm, "that's what I'm talking about. Now you have to pay the consequence."

"What the hell are you talking about, what consequence?"

I looked over at one of the side tables to see s bottle of water sitting there. In one swift motion, I grabbed the bottle and began to pour it onto the wooden floor around James's feet and where I stood.

"What—what the hell are you doing?!"

I crushed the bottle and threw it down. "Making it look like an accident."

He looked at me with confusion. "Making what look like an accident?"

With anger and force, I swiftly swung my foot around the back side of his legs and pulled forward, sending him flying backward. I then took my open palm and smashed is face down, accelerating his descent into the glass coffee table. He landed with an ear slicing crash, and a wince of pain.

I could feel the crunch of glass underneath my feet as I approached James and crouched near him. There were large shards of glass jutting out from the flesh in his face and neck. Oh, they were in there deep. But just to make sure...

I kicked him in the neck to make sure they were in there good.

Crying out in pain, he coughed, sputtered and gurgled as the blood, deep crimson, flowed out of him like honey.

I couldn't help but smile at my work. I leaned in close, so close I could feel the life leaving his body.

"Tell me, James, how does it feel to be the one with glass sticking out of your face?," I said through clenched teeth, remembering the mug of hot tea he had hurled at Berlin.