Revenge

Chapter 10 - Revenge

Riley's POV

When I reached the familiar entrance to the room where the party was being held I couldn't help but get a little bit excited. I found myself smiling. They were finally going to get what they all deserve. I entered the room and found all the guests slamming and pushing against the main entrance door trying to get out. They could've just gone in the direction I came from, but who would follow a ghost. The thought amused me, and I started to laugh uncontrollably, shutting the door behind me as well as each and every other means of escape. "There's no use trying to escape" I said still smiling while walking towards the 2 corpses. "You should be happy. You'll be with your beloved mayor shortly" I said bitterly while taking the mayor's bloody hand and waving it at them. This terrified them even more and I couldn't help but laugh. "Forgive me if I come across as insane" I mockingly said walking towards them at a very slow pace. Dragging each step to pro-long the torture they must be feeling knowing each step leads me closer to them. "You know after almost being raped and successfully being murdered, seeing your mother being tortured and a murderer walk free can drive a person a little crazy. Also murdering a few people doesn't really help" I continued looking at the relatives of all the people I murdered to get stronger. Naming them one by one as I watched their loved ones collapse to the ground and cry for their sons and daughters.

"Who is going to face me first? I asked scanning over everyone, a frown forming on my forehead as I was deciding who I was going to deal with first. "Please everyone don't all get up at once" I sarcastically said smirking as I saw a few people wincing when I spoke. I turned a bit still scanning the crowds when my eyes landed on a small plump woman with curly red hair. Erica Grey. She was the nastiest little bitch in town. Always spreading rumours, whether they were true or whether she was just in the mood to stir some trouble. I've seen her harass my mother countless times. "This is exactly how my mother cried for me" I said bending down in front of Erica, the mother of my first victim, Ethan. "Don't worry Erica" I said addressing her by her first name "Ethan didn't suffer. He was dead as soon as he hit the ground. Well I assume so. I mean it was a steep cliff. Let's hope he wasn't lying on the ground shouting for help while he was bleeding to death" I continued smiling. By the looks of it, it appeared that everyone was starting to realise the girl whose murder they covered up and who used to address the elderly as Mrs. and Mr. was lying dead somewhere in her grave. I'm not that girl.

As expected Ethan's father stood up. All traces of fear gone as anger consumed him. He charged straight at me and stopped abruptly in front of me. He couldn't move but I allowed him to speak. I was curious at what insults he would throw at me. "I knew from the start you and your mother were scum. She probably killed your father and whored around with John..." he spit out. It didn't look like he was done, but I had heard enough. I walked until I was standing an inch from him. "She was a whore, who killed my father you say" I repeated looking straight into his eyes. I remained silent, lifting my hands towards his mouth. By now the fear was back in his eyes although he was still trying to look brave. When he saw my hand approaching his mouth, he closed it shut. No matter. There are other ways to get what I want. His mouth started to open against his will. He was fighting it, but he had no control. It was completely open when I finally spoke "tut...tut...tut...That tong of yours. It ought to be ripped. Right. Out" I said as I grabbed his tong and ripped it from its core out of his mouth. Muffled screams escaped his mouth as he was choking on his own blood all while his jaw never stopped opening. It finally went too far and snapped, loosely hanging open. He collapsed on the floor at Erica's feet, while she screamed and scattered away from the corpse lying in front of her.

At that moment all hell broke loose as everyone desperately attempted to leave the room, each one failing because all the doors remained shut. They even gathered chairs and tables throwing it at the doors to get them to open. They were starting to look like the rats that they are. I lazily walked around enjoying the circus unfolding in front of me. I felt a hand grab mine, so I spun around on my heel to see who dared take my hand. To my utmost pleasure it was Bianca's mother, Bethany. "How ironic that my second victim's mother would be my second victim for the night after my true identity has been revealed" I thought out loud. Bethany, of course, heard my thoughts as I wanted her to. Her eyes grew wide as my words sunk in and she immediately tried to let go of my hand, but it was too late because now I decided to hold on to hers. "Aren't you brave Bethany" I began looking at her with a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth "Let's see, what could be the reason for you to grab my hand as if you thought I would spare you? That's it. You thought I would spare you" I continued watching her pleading with her eyes. "Please, let me go. I promise I won't help any of them. I never believed John. Please River" she begged making me wince at the sound of my name. The anger started to consume me all over again as she continued to beg. "Haven't you been listening?" I asked her in a dangerously low voice, tightening my grip on her hand. "I've been here for the past 15 years!" I continued, my voice rising with each word "I saw you mocking my mother! How dare you try and lie your way out of this?!" I shouted angrily. I looked up out of pure frustration and saw that my eyes were completely black out of anger. I closed them taking out all of my frustration on the hand still in my grip when I heard loud cracks and an ear-piercing scream. I looked down and realised I had broken her hand completely.

The anger started to fade as she screamed louder and louder begging me to stop. "You know, you always did bend backwards to try and look better than everyone else didn't you" I told her, a clear picture of what I was going to do to her forming in my head. "Maybe if you bend backwards enough, I might let you go" I said smiling at her walking slowly to her back with her hand still in mine to give her a clear indication of what I expected her to do. She looked at me confused and because she saw how serious I was and was too afraid to question my instructions to her she started bending backwards. Literally. She stopped when she couldn't go any further down, the discomfort clear on her face. "More" I said looking bored. "But this is as far as I can go" she said "please just let me go now. I did what you asked" she pleaded, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I'll decide that" I bluntly said shoving her down by her hand. She started bending more and more screaming in agony as her body bended further than it was capable of. a Crunching sound filled the entire room and then we all watched as her spine snapped in half, falling to ground joining her dead daughter in hell. Everyone kept their distance afraid that they might be next.

I decided to end it there. I had spread enough fear, and everyone knew they were going to die now anyway so I let each window smash to pieces violently one by one causing large pieces of glass to fly everywhere, slicing deep cuts into the rest of them. Some were lucky, left only with cuts and light bleeding while others were not so lucky. I saw a couple of people fall to ground after the glass sliced deep into their throats. Some were covered in glass and had blead to death from the cuts and pieces still pierced inside them. Most of the floor was now covered in a deep shade of red causing some people to trip and fall. I used this opportunity to crack the ceiling, causing bits of it to fall onto the floor and onto those who were incapable of getting up from the puddle of blood they slipped in, crushing their bones and injuring them even more.

All the people were now either injured or dead. So I let the ceiling completely cave in. The bigger parts of the now shattered ceiling killed everyone who wasn't dead already. Crushing their skulls and covering their bodies until not a single scream or cry could be heard.

It was deadly quiet.

The once beautiful and elegant room was now nothing but a pile of rubble. Pieces of stone lay piled on top of each other and everything was covered in dust. You could still see an arm or leg stick out here and there but only just.

My revenge was complete, but I wasn't fully done with this town. I walked down from the pile of rubble as it started to catch fire, and started going into the town, the fire following me with each step I took, consuming the entire town. I found myself in front of an old house near the exit of the town. My mother's house. This is where I grew up, where my mother and father lived. Then only my mother and I, and finally only my mother. This was the final chapter I had to close. I went inside. Everything was still as it was 15 years back. The couch still stood in the living room, the paintings still hung in the hallway and up the stairs, even the carpet was still the same shade of brown. I went into my room. All my pictures had been removed, but everything else still remained exactly as it was. Then I went inside my mother's room. My dear mother. Her room was almost empty, except for the bed and some furniture pieces. I looked out her bedroom window and saw Mark and Jessica's car leaving the town. I could faintly make out my mother's face starring out the backseat of the car's window.

She looked at peace and this gave me the courage to finally leave.

I was watching them drive away as the entire town was burning down, along with my house and me still inside it.

I was finally free.

                                                                                      The End