Heaven & Hell

Chapter 6

Killian

I was finally alone and I don't know why I felt inclined to speak to the voices in my head, but I could have sworn she was standing right in front of me. She kept apologising, saying that everything that happened was her fault. She claimed that she told me to hide and yes, that was true, but I shouldn't have listened. I should have fucking protected her.

"It's too late! I'm not doing it out of hate Melody, I promise." She had been begging me to back out, but I promised her it wasn't because of hate. Somehow though, I knew that it was. I knew that I was doing it because hate had clouded my thoughts, but I didn't care. Melody was my world and now she was gone. I had to do something about it.

Melody was beaten and shot because she was caught. That night continues to play over and over and over again in my mind and I can't fucking stop it. Whenever I close my eyes, I see her laying there, motionless on the cold, hard ground. Whenever I open my eyes, I see her laying there, motionless on the cold, hard ground. There is no escape for me.

Twenty-four, seven. I replay that night over and over, convincing her to go and check out the house. She told me she had a bad feeling and I still made her go inside. We were caught, but our faces weren't seen. We ran to my car. I was the one that stopped to hide in the car yard. Melody pushed me in behind one of the cars and stood out in the open, staring down her murderer as I sat there and watched. I should have just kept driving. Instead, I watched him beat her. I watched him make her bleed and then... he shot her.

I heard her again, but she was telling me to keep following my plan. My judgement clouded, I listened and stepped back inside. Asking what I had to do to gain their trust, I took a deep breath and listened to what Melody was telling me.

"We have some... problems that we need you to deal with." Hearing her words speak louder than the instructions I was being given, I nodded and headed out the door again. I had been given a simple task to earn their trust and it was a task I was more than capable of at the moment.

I got a lift to the location and got out, telling the cab driver to leave. Knocking on the front door, I waited for someone to answer. I blinked a few times before composing myself, showing remorse as Mark answered the door.

"Mr Nolan, may I please come in?" Mark shook his head. I could tell he was still furious at me for allowing his daughter to die, but that wasn't the issue right now. I could hear Melody begging me to stop but, as if something had shifted, in a matter of seconds, her begging became a demand to do what was needed.

"This is what needs to be done Melody." My judgement clouded, I pulled the gun, that I had been given, out from behind my back and pulled the trigger. I watched, cold hearted, as Marks body fell limp to the ground. Within seconds, I heard Christine scream from around the corner. She started begging me to put the gun down, but I didn't her pleas. I merely saw her mouth move as I pointed the gun at her. Once again, hearing the demand to do what must be done to gain their trust, I pulled the trigger. Just like that, I had watched, cold hearted, as Christine fell to the ground, the same way that Mark had, the same way that Melody had.

Dragging Christine over to lay next to Mark, I wiped the gun before running out of the house. I had to get back to the hide out. It was as if I hadn't even done it. My hands didn't shake, nor did I hesitate. All I did was watch their mouths move and then... I pulled the trigger.

I knew that what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn't stop. Everything I was doing, I was doing for Melody. That's the irony though. I shot Melody's parents, yet I still say I'm doing this for her. I knew that Melody wouldn't have wanted her parents to die, especially at the hands of her best friend, but that's why I couldn't understand the demand to do it. The demand that I heard was in her voice so, I listened, but I didn't want to listen. That's not what she would have wanted from me, but there was nothing I could do to fight the demand.