The Sign of a Murderer (a Chandler Riggs gay fanfic)

Chapter 6

"How about we start with getting rid of all of your knives, especially the ones who hide in your shoes. And if you're wondering how I know that, it's because you walk like there's a rock stuck in your shoe. And sometimes you hiss like you just got cut." Andrew states.
"All right, fine."
I took my shoes off and backed away so everyone wouldn't have to worry about me trying anything.
Once Andrew and Cryptic collected Ryker's hidden blades, we moved onto the next step.
"So what's next? Anger management classes?"
"Not just yet, anger management will be step five. Step two..." Andrew proclaims.
Ryker: 🎵There's so much we can do.🎵
"See, I told you Grayson. Ryker still has a gentle side."
"All he did was sing one part of "Step by Step" by New Kids On The Block."
"At least he tried to make us laugh, but it seems like a smile was good enough for him. So what's step two Andrew?"
"Step two is going to be pawning all of your blades Ryker and giving the money you get to charity."
"Where are we going to pawn them? Not many places will let you pawn weapons."
"That's true, but Cryptic and I know a place that'll take your knives." Andrew declares.

145 minutes later...
"Well, now that you've donated all of your money to the "American Wildlife Foundation," as well as the "Guide Dog Foundation for the Blind, and you even gave the rest of your money to "Breast Cancer Prevention Partners," and to "ChildFund," we can finally move onto step three." Grayson implies.
"Which will be what? Besides 🎵It's just you and me🎵?"
"Now it's time to apologize to the families of everyone you murdered." Andrew announces.
"How are we going to do that? We don't know any of there phone numbers."
"Just leave that to us while you focus on what you're going to say to everyone." Cryptic states.
"There's no need for that, because I already know what I'm going to say."
"Can we hear your apology? So we can give you feedback?" Chandler wonders.
"I know you want to make sure that my apology is perfect, but I'd rather keep it to myself for now."

2 hours later...
"Mrs. Davisson, I know that you won't forgive me for murdering your loved one and neither would I. I know that I could've stopped myself, but I didn't because my judgement was obviously clouded, and I couldn't clear it..."
"THAT'S BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T EVEN TRY!!! YOU NEVER LIKED RYAN TO BEGIN WITH, THATS WHY YOU KILLED HIM! YOU WERE JEALOUS OF HIM, WEREN'T YOU?"
"Ryan was my best friend..."
"THEN WHY'D YOU KILL HIM?"
"I-I-I don't know. Ryan was a great kid and I know that this won't excuse what I did, but I'm sorry that I murdered your son Mrs. Davisson. He was a true inspiration to everyone, and if I could go back and save him I would. He may be gone, but he's not forgotten."
"You're right, he was a true inspiration. He even inspired me at times. And I know that one day I'll see my son again. You two were amazing friends, so why did you kill him? Was it an accident?"
"Yes, it was. You see on the day of your son's death while I was walking him home we were attacked by some men. It was a life or death situation, so in the process of defending ourselves I threw one of my knives to injure one of the attackers, but your son got in the way and was struck before I could say anything. When I went to throw the knife I didn't even see your son."
"Did you at least try to call 911?"
"He was dead the moment I took out my phone. So I closed his eyes, told him I was sorry and then said my goodbyes before I called 911."

Cryptic's house
4 hours later...
"Well I finally apologized to everyone, so now what?"
"Step four will be signing up for anger management classes."
"Shouldn't that be apart of step five? Or have you run out of ideas for a step four?"
"Well, what do you think step four should be Ryker?"
"You know what I don't really care, step four can involve me signing up for anger management."
"Before Ryker starts signing up, Grayson and I would like to have a word with him...alone."
Once everyone cleared out of the room Grayson and Chandler approached me.
"So, you only murdered the people who pissed you off and the rest were an accident?" Chandler wonders.
"That's correct."
"Why didn't you just take a few minutes to calm down and then talk to them?" Grayson asks.
"You wouldn't understand. Nobody ever does."
"Understand what, exactly?" Chandler queries.
"Why I am who I am."
"You're not going to blame your dad again are you?"
"My dad wasn't the nicest dad, not only was he a convicted killer, but he was also an abusive husband and father. My father almost killed me and my mom. Both of us suffered seven concussions, eight broken ribs, he even crippled my mom bad enough that she had to get her left leg amputated, and he almost did the same to my right arm. I had to stay in the hospital for a few months before my arm was fully recovered. He ruined my childhood! Even though I had friends to talk to, I never told them the truth as to why I would usually arrive at school with a cast, or crutches. Or if I missed a few months of school. I would always lie, because I didn't want to worry them. I know that's stupid, but it's true. I almost succeeded in taking my life when I was eight years old. I was just about to pass out from suffocation when my mom walked into my room, cut me down and called 911."
"I'm sorry you had to go through all of that." Grayson announces.
"As am I. That's terrible, no child should have to experience that."
"If you'll excuse me I have to go get some fresh air."

10 minutes later...
"RYKER MUNROE WILLIAMSON!!! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE NOW!!!"
Everyone came outside to see what all the commotion was.
"Are these your pathetic excuse for friends Ryker?"
"They're not pathetic! They're trying their best to help me become a better person."
"YOU DON'T DESERVE TO HAVE ANY FRIENDS!!! AS A MATTER OF FACT, I SHOULD'VE KILLED YOU THE MOMENT YOU WERE BORN!!! YOU'RE A POUR EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN!!!"
I started to clench my fists and I could feel tears start to cascade down my face.
"You shouldn't talk to your son like that!" Chandler yells.
My dad pulled out his pistol from its holster and aimed it at us.
"This is between my son and I, so everyone else get back inside or you'll regret it."

25 minutes later...
"I hate you dad. I fucking hate you!"
My dad hit me across the face three times with his pistol, and then slammed my knee on the sidewalk, from the pain I was feeling I could tell that it was broken.
"You're weak Ryker! Just like your mother."
"Then why'd you marry her if you were just going to abuse her and your child?"
"For the fun of it! I pretend to love both of you, so then when you least expect it, I can strike."
"You're a monster!"
"Tell me something I don't know!"
"That I'm gay."
"I knew there was something wrong with you the moment you were born. Now it's time to fix my mistake and kill you."
"Go to hell dad!"
Straight after I said that I heard a gunshot and watched my dad fall to the ground. I looked around to see who saved me but couldn't find anyone, until I saw that they were right next to me extending their hand, waiting for me to accept it.
Obviously I did and once I saw their face my jaw dropped and I instantly hugged him.
"It's great to see you again Ryker."
"How'd you know that I was in danger? Did one of Cryptic's friends call you?"
"No, I got a text message from you that said that you were in danger."
"My phone is in my pocket with a dead battery, so there's no way I could've sent you that text."
"So if you didn't send me a text, then who did?"