Blood of Revenge

Chapter 39

"Tim, are you seeing this? There's a menace outside. Don't you have anything to do about it."

"Shut it girl, I'm trying to figure it out too."

It was then when I realized that his eyes were glued to a screen that showed the main hall ways, all blood stained and full of men on the ground.

"How did all of this happen," he murmured to himself in frustration.

I looked around to see that only one of Tim Parker's men stood next to him, the others weren't there.

"I'm here for you, Tim. Mostly because I need you and all but I'm still by you. Tell me what to do and I—we will do it for you." I said as I motioned at Alex and me.

"Then come here, girl. You're useless standing there like that."

I moved forward and stood beside Tim only a footstep behind. Alex stood on the other side of him but a little closer to the guard.

Tim kept explaining whatever shit he wanted us to do but I wasn't listening to him at all.

My heart was beating in my throat and my hands shook with either anxiety or fear, I didn't know. My head felt lighter as I felt blood rush into my cheeks.

It was happening it was finally happening. I was going to do it. I was going to go home, going to go back to Molly and Jackson and- - - and Blayze.

I swept my gaze towards Alex who gave me a look that said 'what on earth are you waiting for? What's wrong?' but nothing was wrong, everything would be alright after this.

I nodded my head, giving him the sign as I took another slow step back and...

Kicked Tim Parker behind the knee as Alex copied my motion on the guard. Tim fell back, his head hitting the marble floor hard enough to make 'thud' sound.

He reached for his gun but I stepped on his hand making him yelp as I crouched down and grabbed his neck, chocking him.

The world around me felt like it had vanished. It was no one but me, Tim Parker and my hands around his neck.

"W-why?" he managed to choke out.

"Because you stole my brother from me, made me have a lonely childhood. and you sending Rex to spy on Blayze's men ended up being the reason why the man I love hated me. You're a monster, you deserve this, Tim Parker."

I added a little more pressure on my hold even when his hands scratched mine. I could see his eyes go back but he forced himself to stay conscious. He smiled wickedly at me, as if he had solved another mystery or found the missing piece of a puzzle "It takes a monster to kill another monster."

My gripped loosened for a second but I quickly tightened it. His words affected me and he knew it. But I wouldn't give him the sweet victory of it before he died. Reaching for my dagger that was in my pocket—the one I had been saving for him since the first day—I brought it up. "Well then, I guess some days even the Satan has to sit back and admire my work."

I pushed it into his chest with all my might, aiming right for his heart, earning a scream from him. I smiled at his dead form just as wickedly as I dragged the dagger down till it reached the pit of his stomach.

Then I pulled it out and slumped, grabbing Tim's watch and putting it in my pocket.

I had blood on me. Tim's blood on me, on my hands and clothes and my dagger as I sat in the pool of his blood. I had killed him, the man I wanted to kill since I was a little girl. But my hand shook as a tear slipped and landed on my hand that I was observing. The tear merged into the blood, no longer visible.

Then I heard a sudden yelp which dragged me out of my daze and back into Tim's office.

My eyes landed on the guard who just stumbled back after he had shot Alex.

Alex!

Alex shot back as the bullet hit the man right in the head, letting him fall limp the very second. But as he fell, the impact triggered his gun which shot again right at Alex.

"Alex!" I yelled, stumbling a little as I stood up.

I made my way towards him. He was shot twice and he wasn't moving.

"Alex, Alex look at me, you're going to be okay, everything's going to be alright."

His chest moved up heavily as he murmured something I couldn't hear. I leaned down to listen to him say, "Always remem—remember me. . . . . .."

"No! Alex, no! Don't you dare. Alex! Don't you dare die on me. We'll get help. Alex, open your eyes, look at me. Alex, no! Alex, please, open your eyes and look at me. You can't do this to me! I promised to give you a happy life, Alex, I promised you! I can't let you die, you deserved a better life, you deserved to be happy. Please, please. Alex don't die, please. . ."

My face was wet with tears as I rested my head on his chest that heaved heavily.

"I'll be ha-ppier now. . . . . .."

And then nothing.
I couldn't feel his chest move, couldn't feel his heart, couldn't feel him breathing.

He was gone.
Alex was gone.

"Astrid!" I heard someone call out. the voice seemed familiar but so...distant. Why was it so far away? Was it me he was calling?

A hand grabbed me and shook me hard. "Astrid, are you okay? Are you. . .?" Rex trailed off when he saw the dead body of the boy behind me.

"I couldn't save him, Rex. I couldn't save him. Its all my fault. Its all my fault! I let this happen, I let him get hurt. I let him die! I'm such a corrupt person, Rex. It's all my fault."

"Shh, calm down. It's okay. It's not your fault." Rex argued softly, tugging me close to him, not caring how blood stained I was.

He made me stand up and helped me to the window. A rope hung to it.

I looked back at my brother so he said, "Go, I'm coming."

So, I did. I climbed down the rope, faltering a little since my legs were too weak and my stomach was making me feel nauseous. But I still walked forward.

To where? I didn't know. Did Rex tell me where to go? Or did he tell me to wait for him?

My mind felt numb, as if something was drilling into it.

"Astrid..." Rex whispered from behind me. We were farther away from the building where Tim's gang had once flourished.

My gaze swept towards my brother who was holding... Alex's dead body in his arms.

Rex didn't say anything, just kept walking and walking as I followed silently.

Soon we reached a meadow that was close by where a truck stood waiting for us. Aaron and the twins came out of it, all of them stiffening when they saw the corpse.

Then Rex put it down and started digging with his hands. Soon, the rest of them joined too and so did I. once the grave was dug, I placed a soft kiss on the boy's cheek and another on his forehead.

Rex placed him in and then we filled it in.

Dustin grabbed a stone and placed it on the head of the grave. I took out my knife and carved Alex's name onto it.

Joining my hands together I sent him a prayer. "God, please keep the kid happy. Give him a place with his mother and forgive him for the sins he committed for he never had the wrong intentions. Forgive him and let him finally be happy and at peace."

After a few sniffles and long saddening minutes, we all got up and made are way to the truck.

I looked back at the grave and then the building afar, looking like nothing more than a blob from where I stood.

With no leader, no more strong men, with everyone in conflict, the gang was sure as dead.

I sat at the back of the truck with the twins who rested their heads on my shoulders as we all silently drove off.