Revengeful | A Brooklyn Nine-Nine Story

Chapter 1

Jake sat at his desk missing Amy. Though it had been 5 years since the accident, Jake still spiraled into an angry rampage every time he thought about it. Why did Holt let her go in alone? Why did the reinforcements never show up? Why didn't the Sargent pull Amy out when things were getting too heated? He would wonder these same though nearly every day.

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Jake walked down the dark, looming hallway. Today is the big day, he thought to himself. Jake had been planning, plotting, and scheming for months now; and all of his work was going to come together in just a few short hours.
Of course, he did try to forgive his friends in the beginning. Those first few moths when all he did was sleep. They were his family, after all; and they had been nothing but comforting. However, as months went by and nothing changed, Jake couldn't figure out why. Aren't I supposed to feel better by now? Jake thought, Shouldn't I be in the acceptance stage of grief? Then he realized what was holding him back. It was them. Every time he saw their faces he would remember how they ruined his life, and how they ended Amy's.

Eventually Jake quit the force. He cut off communication with his former colleagues. Boyle would come by occasionally, but Jake gave him the cold shoulder. One year of solitude led to two years, and sadness turned into hate. Unbearable rage and a thirst for revenge. And today was the day jakes revenge would be served.

The day of vengeance? No. Revenge party? Even worse. Jake couldn't come up with a good title. He had been calling today simply "revenge day", but this title seemed a bit too casual considering he was about to commit multiple homicides. This was definitely not some stupid revenge prank. Amy has lost her life because of the 99th precincts careless actions, especially the captains; and now it was time for them to pay the price.
Jake began the final checks of his "basement", the gang would be arriving soon. Everything had to be perfect for the plan to work, and Jake could leave no evidence behind. Of course, that didn't mean things couldn't get a bit messy.
The whole room was covered in plastic wrap, at least three layers of it. Beneath the wrap, the walls were an unpainted white. In addition to the plastic wrap, the floor had various tarps spread about it (Jake had strategically placed them in the areas he thought would be the messiest.) What Jake was most proud of, however, was the three cages he had placed up against the walls. They were big enough to hold two people each, and the bars were (allegedly) unbreakable. "Perfection" Jake said to himself.