It had been a couple of weeks since Zak had been arrested.
Vincent wanted to kill himself, He just wanted Toby with him.
He walked to his local Liquor shop and Brought some Vodka.
He walked back to his house, He entered it.
The smell of blood was in the air.. He opened the bottle of Vodka.
"..Happy fucking birthday to me..." He said
He drank it, Wishing he would forget about everything.
He wished He'd stumble over a rock and hit his head.
Everything.. Went black.
"Your in my hands now... Vincent." A voice said, It sounded like Darryl's.
Vincent looked around
"Not again." Vincent groaned
Zak appeared
"Oh, Wait... I can't trick you into thinking its anyone-else anymore!" Zak said, Giggling
Vincent stumbled around
"Well, I'm out of jail." Zak said
Vincent stopped stumbling, He felt a hand on his wrist.
"And Behind You!" He giggled
His wrists were Chained together, He knew what was coming next.
A pistol was held to his head
"Now, You fucking listen to me. I will pull the fucking trigger if you don't-"
Vincent was able to get the chains around his wrists off.
"NOT TODAY BITCH!" He yelled, Kicking Zak onto the ground
He got onto his knees, And started punching Zak in the face.
Zak's nose started bleeding.
"Alright... You win, Vincent.." He said, In a Monotone voice
Zak pulled out his pistol
"Oops, I didn't think i'd actually win!" He yelled, Happily
Zak shot Vincent in the head.
~*~End of Vodka, Knives... What else?~*~
