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29 - Snatching Up The Knife

Tyler slammed the wooden chair on the back of The Dancer's head.

Not his best move, but it was the only one he had.

The Dancer fell to the floor, and Tyler pinned him down, making sure he couldn't get back up. A gun slipped from The Dancer's pocket, and he tried to reach for it, but Tyler snatched it up first and pointed it straight at him.

Tyler's hand shook. He had never held a gun before, and he didn't like it now that he was holding one.

Maddy was tied to a chair, and she had passed out. Most likely from the cold water on the cut The Dancer slit across her arm. She needed an ambulance, badly.

Where the hell were the police? They're the ones who should be here, pointing this gun at his uncle, not him.

"Kudos, Tyler." The man smiled. Tyler could barely recognise the man. His eyes were still the same bright green, just like his mom, just like him, and just like all of his brothers. But Uncle Seth's face, it was drained of life. His skin wasn't pale exactly, but it was dull, "You finally caught up to me."

Tyler cocked the gun in his hand, just as a friendly reminder of who had the gun here.

"You hate me. You want to know why I did it. All of this." He said, "I'll explain myself."

"The police are coming any minute." Tyler lied, trying to stop his hand from shaking. He had no idea when they would be coming.

His uncle smiled, "Rachel and I. Used to dance together. We were brilliant. I more than her. And yet somehow, on the night we performed for a crowd of a hundred thousand people, she was the one who got the credit. Not me. I was mad, and least to say, jealous. She wasn't better than me."

Tyler felt that part. Sebastian wasn't better than him either, and yet, that's how it always felt. He kept the gun firmly in his hand, afraid that he was falling for a trap, listening to his uncle tell the reason for his crimes.

"I must admit, I was an angry man. I had a rage that people take pills for. So I plotted to kill her. The night I tried to, I stopped myself. I cried, standing there." Tears were forming in his eyes as he spoke, "I couldn't do it. I couldn't kill my sister. But I wanted to. So I found someone else. A dancer. And I killed them instead."

He paused, staring straight down the barrel of the gun, "I kept on hurting other people. I wanted enough courage, to kill her. To kill Rachel. She took everything away from me. So for three years, I killed other people. And finally, the day came when I got my revenge. I couldn't stop after that. I outsmarted the police. I outsmarted four hundred people. I outsmarted myself."

Tyler held the gun still now. He tried to pace his breathing. This was all too much. His rage, his jealousy, had turned him into a monster.

"Do it, Tyler." His uncle begged quietly, "Shoot me."

Tyler didn't move. He couldn't murder his own uncle. Tyler shook his head, "The cops are coming."

His uncle sneered, "Then you'd be so kind as to get off me." He shoved Tyler off, snatching up the knife and lunging straight for Maddy.

It all happened too fast.

Tyler shot.

One.

Two. 

Three.

The Dancer's body heaved to the floor.