14~ The Final

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I sat there, not knowing what to do, this was Evan, he was Evan, the killer was Malia's brother. "W- why? Why did you kill your sister?" He didn't answer, he just stared at me. he just kept staring. he crept me out, "Evan, please talk to me." Then I starting yelling at him but he didn't respond, he just stood there.

"Why!? Why did you kill your sister? Why did you go on a fucking killing spree!?" I screamed, tears bubbling up in my eyes, this was Evan Vancusco, he was the boy who taught me how to right a bike, the guy I saw as an older brother, and he had let himself become like this.

"I don't know why, I only know how, and I did it."

"You have killed over forty people in less than two weeks!"

"I don't care, this is all your fault, you're the one who made everything worse." He started, his blue eyes shining with a slight glisten of tears, lookie here, the psychopathic bitch is sad, I thought to myself.

The Evan isn't like this, this can't be real, I hate him, I hate him so much, why would he do this, why? I pushed myself up to my feet, and punched him, again, and again, and again. My fists slammed into his face for seemingly hours, though it was only a few minutes, I kept on punching Evan until he went unconscious and my knuckles were red, raw and bleeding.

I kicked him in the side as some people dragged me away from him, I screamed for them to let me go, to let me kill him.

The police dragged me outside, my mother grasped me in a tight hug though I was still kicking and screaming, "No!" I screamed, all I was seeing was red, the red of the blood that stained Evan's hands, oh how I wanted to kill him. "Move." I cried, shoving my family away from me and rushing over to Evan, who had regained consciousness, how hard was it to kill this bastard?




I managed to nail a solid punch to his sternum, the cops dragged me away again, I still screamed at the top of my lungs, Robbie ran up and punched me in the face, snapping me out of my trance (is he still alive?) "Simon, stop, please."

I stared down at my brother in horror, for no exact reason, I guess this was all just getting to me.







(editors note - E/N: The end of this chapter was brought to you by @supremeninjamaster , which probably sums up why it's trash, ahahaha I hate myself. -Rachel has left the chat-)

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