Fear Never Dies

*Chapter One*

I looked down at his cold, dead body. Blood pooling on the ground around him and his skin already growing pale. The fear in his eyes were frozen in time and I felt no guilt for him. No sorrow or pain for his death. Lifting the knife that had dug deep into his heart to my lips, I could taste the bittersweet iron taste filling my mouth.

"Was that really necessary, Lizzie?" Charlie-Mason asked me walking into the old barn that I had hidden myself in with my victim.

I looked at him, pushing my brows together. "What are you doing here, Brother? Where is Jack? Did he come with you?"

"You know how Jack is, he'll show his face some time or another."

"Jack is out on the streets by himself? How could you let that happen?" I demanded.

Jack was older than me, but with his childish behavior, it was hard to trust him to be by himself. He always let his feelings control his actions, without someone looking after him, Jack caused chaos.

"He's a grown boy, he can take care of himself," Charlie-Mason shrugged, leaning against a board that I would not trust as sturdy.

I shook my head. "Charlie-Mason, Jack cannot be trusted alone in a motel room because of the fear of him burning the place down."

"Such little faith in me, little sister," Jack pouted, dramatically clutching his chest.

"Little faith that is well placed. Charlie-Mason just wants to believe that you will be okay on your own, but I know better," I waved him away, looking back to the boy's body. "I killed him quicker than I wanted, but he started groping me, I do not appreciate men who sexually assault me."

Charlie-Mason made a face. "Well, we just did a world a favor getting rid of him, he didn't deserve such a quick death."

"Well, that is why we are here, to eliminate the pests from society. You should not worry about it too much, dear brother. I handled myself quite nicely," I told Charlie-Mason, stepping closer to him.

When Jack and I were younger, Charlie-Mason used to tell us that the world was filled with pests and how our parents had tried to eliminate these pests from society. But when the government found out that our parents were doing a better job than them, they eliminated our parents. We were carrying on their work, eliminating the pests that they could not.

"We shouldn't show them mercy. We're here to make the world a better place, and those who taint it should get everything that's coming for them. They should suffer until Death is gracious enough to come for them."

Jack and I exchanged looks. Charlie-Mason was not kind to those who disrespected us, and he would torment any soul who tried.

"He's dead now, Charlie. There's not much more that we can do, but at least he's not out there assaulting another girl or woman. So, light the son of bitch on fire or something and let's get out of here. I want something to eat."

I rolled my eyes. "Jack, you could be bleeding out somewhere and you would still be worried about food. Also, it is rude to disrespect the dead, no matter what type of person he was while alive."

"We don't pity them, Lizzy. We do our job of killing them and we move on to the next one. I'm not letting that stop me from eating. You don't have to eat because of your weak stomach."

"That's enough children," Charlie-Mason told us in a stern voice. He was walking around the body, his hands behind his back. His face was hard and serious as he was trying to figure out what to do with the body.

It always tripped me out how much my brothers looked alike, yet how different their personalities were.

Jack, my airhead brother who was not trusted around a stove because his attention span only lasted for about ten minutes before he was interested in something else. Always cracking jokes and never taking anything seriously. He was the most likable one among us. His personality drew in the victims like months to a flame.