Regrets (H20Vanoss) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 13 - "Home" Sweet Home

Delirious POV

After WildCat called me, I knew I had to go back. I honestly believe he thinks I still live there, or somewhere in that area.

I sat in my living room watching some movies. Which was normally my past time, other than when I was doing my 'hobby'. The movie just ended and I knew I had to start packing. It kinda sucks but I have to move soon anyway, to many people were starting to get concerned about the increase in deaths. Actually, to think about it, I have someone I have to take care of.

I put on my blue sweater and picked up my mask and put it on. Opening the basement door I walked down the creaky steps. Once I got to the bottom I heard a girl sobbing. Eh, she was a bitch anyway.

"No no no, please don't hurt me" She choked out.

I only laughed in response and she cried harder.

"You're, you're a monster" She whispered harshly. My face went emotionless and I crouched down to roughly grab her face.

"Oh, I'm not a monster. HE IS!" I yelled, I calmed down and chuckled "and if you don't want to meet him, I would suggest shutting the fuck up"

I let go off her face and walked to a wooden table that had weapons on it. I grabbed a silenced pistol and shot her from where I stood.

Her body fell to the ground and blood poured from her head. Ive always hated cleaning up afterward.

Maybe I should hire someone to do it for me. Haha, what would I tell them? "Hey can you go clean the basement. There's a little bit of brain matter on the wall. Id have to kill them afterward anyway. Perks of being me I guess.

I disposed of her body, and began getting everything together that was important and that I knew I needed for sure. Once I had everything I packed it into my truck and started to drive.

Time Skip

I looked at the time and it was about the middle of the night. I knew I had been driving for more than 24 hours so I decided to rest up. Normally I would just stop and sleep in my truck but I needed to get some things and take a shower. Spotting a run-down motel I turned into their parking lot. Getting out of my truck I made sure the cover on my truck bed was still intact and nothing was open or showing. Nothing was showing and the cover held together well. I felt confident enough to walk into the motel and check in. I walked into my room and considering how run-down the place looked, the room was relatively clean.

Before having a shower, I walked outside to park my truck in front of my room, just in case something did happen. After my shower changed and laid on the bed, not using the covers.

I was woken up by the sound of my alarm. I turned it off checking the time so make sure it was correct and I hadn't over slept some how. The time read 5:30am. Usually id get up earlier but I wasn't in a rush either.

I put everything I used into my truck and began driving again.

Okay, only a little over 48 hours to go. Perfectly do-able.

Time Skip

I parked on the street in front of the house that served it purpose but still held my fathers name. Thankfully he wasn't around to use it, thankfully no one was.

Once I got everything important into the house and hidden I put on my blue hoodie and some black cargo pants. Shoving my mask into my back-waist line if I needed it.

I wonder what has changed around here. who moved away, who stayed.

Walking around and mainly sticking to the shadows I found an alleyway with buildings creating 3 surrounding walls. It reminded me of the places I would have to stay when I was younger, places that eventually forced me to call my temporary home.

The moonlight cascaded across the alleyway dumpster. I stood beside it and leaned against the building wall. I put my head back and closed my eyes. It felt good being back. This place holds so many memories. So many traumatic, beautiful memories.

I was starting to grow bored and wanted to eventful night to signify my return. I hope people recognize me. I wanted a reason to hurt someone, it started to get repetitive when people asked who I was or why I was hurting them. Pretty much everyone in this place once knew who I was.

I pushed off the wall and started to walk to the park. Unfortunately, the park was in a forest with many trees hiding it location. The position of it makes it to easy. I'm looking for a challenge. That is the reason I took off my mask.

The park was lit by a few street lights. They did their job of lighting up most the it, except the side of a building that was placed beside a few benches.

Taking the long way around I stood once again in the shadows, waiting for someone to show up. I checked my watch, 12:21pm. Someone will have a late-night stroll, I just know it.

About an hour of waiting I saw someone walk to one of the benches that faced away from me. I'm starting to feel frustration fill my veins.

This is too fucking easy! Give Me A God Damn Challenge.

I studied the guy for a bit. He was wearing a dark-blue sweater and some jeans. My sweater is a better shade of blue, I chuckled to myself quietly as the thought ran around my head.

He was a bit smaller than what I'd consider a medium build. He shoved the sides of his sweater up his arms, I noticed multiple lines marring his arm. Noticing his mistake, he pulled them back down to hide his insecurities, looking around to see if anyone saw.

When he turned his head to look I immediately knew who it was. I grinned wildly. I put my hood up and took a few steps to him.

Now this will be fun.

"Awe what happened Craig? Your friends leave you when they realized who you are?" I said sarcastically, mocking concern.

He jumped off the bench and quickly turned to look at me.

"Who the fuck are you and how do you know who I am?" He said confidently, I knew he was about to break. Only holding onto a little thread.

Sound familiar? Shut the fuck up.

"Where's Lui? Brock, Marcel?" I looked him in the eyes with a smirk "Evan?"

"No, no way. You..you died, your dead. You killed yourself a long time ago. Oh my god, oh my god" He fell to the ground putting his head in his hands "I'm going fucking crazy"

I took out a rag and a bottle of chloroform. I put a few drops onto the rag and walked toward him saying,

"I don't think that's what you should say to an old friend" I chuckled "And no, your not going crazy. At least not yet."

And with that I put the cloth onto his face and held it there until he passed out.