Black Estate Murder: The Tales Of The Tired One

A Confession Of Misdeeds: How The Tale Ends

Did you know nightmares speak? They whisper little lies and rot your head with melted words and evil deeds. The little seeds of sin growing into a tree of villainous acts.

Sometimes you try, you fight back. Occasionally a win might happen. But mostly you die. You die with each and every breath. You die of it, you lose the fight.

Not everyone could be a winner.

Kieran Ray was a difficult case of goodness and lying nightmares.A madden young man with no idea how far that madness truly went.

"He lives a sad life, " one might say about him.

"He's...unusual to say the least." Another would speak.

"A bit unhinged in the head, eh?" The final would add.

Was he? Was he a unusual unhinged sad man? The words played in his head. One caught his attention and never let go.

Sad.

Sometimes a cloud would follow him. Its presence representing the odd feeling he got occasionally. A dark antsy thing, almost nothing yet everything else all at once. Kieran knew there was serious things wrong with him.

But he wasn't aware of just how far the madness went.

So he was glad to make a friend. It cleared the cloud for awhile. It made the nights just a bit more bearable and a little less frightening.

But it was amazing how screwed you could get by just being someone friend. While it's true that it goes both ways, Kieran really got the short end in their friendship.

You give and you get or sometimes you just take. Nothing was for free, not even loyalty. Sometimes, when he sat alone on a distant nights. He would this of this moment, think of what he became just for rest. You never know how dangerous friendship is, till your friend turns out to be a killer.

In all honesty, he knew that his friend only did what they because of their victim's sin. It wasn't really anyone's fault but Black's when you really thought about it. Besides, the man dying wasn't exactly a curse. He was an awful person, really. He could be. So perhaps it was better to let secrets lay and burn.

He didn't like pretending. He didn't like the mask he slipped on to protect the people he cared about. It was just stunning how people could turn on each other in a snap of fingers. And Kieran was there, standing in the shadows and watching. They could investigate, and he would be there watching, making sure they were just inches away from the truth. Giving information honestly and taking even more. He was the eyes and the ears of the monster inside.

The one that danced with death and lived in horrors. The thing eatting him away without his knowledge of the attack.
Oh what a beautiful creature, One might joke. But Kieran would add that it had to be, since it breed be in you and me.

He lead the them away. Threw suspicion on others who had no blame and place pressure on the innocent mind. It was for their own good. They didn't need to know what monster Black been at the time of his death. Some loved him, admired him, respected him. They didn't need to the truth. They just needed someone to blame so they move on and live with the belief that Black wasn't all that bad.

How could a man try to kill his own student. His friend, companion and fellow survivor. All for money, always came back to the damn cash.

"It cures insomnia."

"The money we could make.."

"No, no. Its dangerous. Danilah please. You know how dangerous it could be."

"People will take the chance. Why do you think I bought Ray here? He will be a perfect example."

"No. I refuse. Without my help you cannot not do this."