A Ride to Death

Chapter 3: The Devil's Past

"If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?" William Shakespeare

Killer's POV

They've always blamed me for my sister's death although I haven't done anything. They told me if I was not stupid enough to stand in the middle of the highway, my sister wouldn't have get her self killed. She wouldn't have sarificed her life if it wasn't for me.

And since the day she died, they didn't treat me nicely. They treated me as if I was not a part of the family. It almost felt like . . . torture.

"Why are you late?! We were freaking hungry!" were the words I heard when I once came home.

I stood still, afraid of what was coming next.

My mom arised from her seat and moved towards me. She was wearing an outraged look on her face as she pulled a strand of my hair with one hand. I cried with pain considering that the strand was slowly uprooting from my scalp.

"You stupid human being!" my father exclaimed with disgust as he watched me suffering.

I wanted to ask for help but I knew that no one would be here to rescue me.

My mom pulled my hair stronger and now I was facing her, my eyes welling with tears. I looked into her eyes, pleading, but she was mad. Too mad that she forgot I was her daughter. Too mad that she forgot she loved me.

She slapped me a couple of times and I didn't try to break away. I just cried and cried.

When she was surfeited of me, she pushed me hard and I hit the wall. I felt too much pain not in my body but in my heart. I was dumped by my own family. Hated and left alone.

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It was getting dark when and everybody in school had gone home. I thought I was alone but then I saw Lucas leaning against a pillar. I tried my hardest to not get seen while I make my way outside but it was too late, he caught me.

"What? You trying to escape?" he raised his eyebrow on me. He grasped my wrist. I tried to break loose but his hold was too grip that it hurt.

"Lucas, stop it, it hurts!" I shouted at him.

"So now you're shouting at me?" he laughed. "Why, you are a brave lady."

I gave him an angry stare but he just kept on smiling.

Lucas pulled me somewhere out of the school. I didn't know where we were going but I had no choice.

We stopped near an empty lot. There were trees and bushes but there wasn't anybody.

"What is this place?" I asked myself.

We were in the middle of figuring things out when we heard footsteps. We gasped with shock when we saw an old man.

The old man was laughing hysterically until he saw us.

He looked at Lucas, as if observing him. At first, the old man had a frowing face but after minutes, he was laughing again. At Lucas.

"What's your problem?!" Lucas pushed the old man.

The old man kept laughing and laughing. "What huh?!" he pushed the old man again.

He chuckled as he pronounced the word "Gay!" and pointed at Lucas.

I looked at Lucas with shock. He was also staring at me. I could read in his eyes that the old man was stating the truth. Lucas is gay?

A little smile formed in my lips while Lucas' face turned furious. He looked at the old man again and pushed him too hard until he fell on the ground.

"Lucas!" I rushed to the old man and helped him up but he stared at me, studying me this time. The old man looked at me and then to Lucas. The old man's faced looked confused but mostly scared. He moved away from me.

"You-you're a killer!" he yelled at me.

I stood up and remembered the death of my sister which I am not resposible for. "I'm not!" I yelled back.

"Maybe not now, but someday. Someday revenge will get to your nerves!" he hollered again. He turned to Lucas. "And you!" he laughed at Lucas. "You will be surprised. Your life is short."

Lucas took something out of his pocket. A gun.

"Lucas! Are you crazy?!" I shouted at him but he ignored me. He continously shot the old man for 7 times.

I couldn't stop myself from crying. I couldn't move or talk. All I did was cry.

The old man was lying down, unconsious. If he could see the future, why didn't he know that Lucas would kill him?

Lucas pocketed his gun and took out his phone. He dialed his mobile and was talking to someone.

A few minutes had passed and I saw police cars around me. I felt handcuffs being tied to me as they lead me to a car.

I scanned the area for lucas and there I saw him standing alone. A wide smile pasted on his face.

Lucas blamed me for the old man's death. Told the police that I was a killer. I didn't know how he did it, but I knew one thing for sure. I hated him.

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I stayed in jail for a few days until there was someone who helped me. I was sure that whoever it is, they weren't my parents. They hated me after the incident and didn't try to get me out of jail.

I made my way into the park that night. I didn't think about my family who endlessly tormented me or Lucas who blamed me for something I didn't do. Lucas who was a gay.

I sat on the grass. I balled up my fists. I was angry. Confused. I wanted to destroy everything.

Someone sat beside me.

"Who are you?!" I asked her.

"Do you want them to suffer? You're family? Lucas? And everybody else? Do you want them to feel the pain and agony you've gone through?" she said.

It took me a while before thinking that it could help me. That it was a way for my freedom.

"How?" I asked her.

"It's easy dear. You just have to follow what I say." she smiled.

I didn't know what happened to me, but I find myself smiling too for some unknown reasons.

"They will be tasting our sweetest revenge." she said with joy in her tone.