|Payback! (standard:Flash, 692 words)|
|Author: Michael Lance Kersting||Added: Nov 04 2009||Views/Reads: 1639/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The punk had done something awful to my sister,now it's payback time!|
I waited patiently in the hotel room across from the Courthouse for the punk who kidnapped, raped and killed my little sister that I loved dearly. Today was the bastard's arraignment. I held my sniper rifle close to my chest, feeling my heart pounding with deep anticipation. Eventually, what seemed like forever, I saw the prison van pulled up in front of the Courthouse. I breathed a sigh of relief. The van doors opened and two prison guards jumped out, followed by my quarry, Wayne Brewster, The bastard !.I felt a bitterness welled up in my throat as I saw him. I quickly focussed the crosshairs of my rifle on his big head, then taking a deep breath,I pulled the trigger. I saw the punk's head exploded spilling bone,brains and blood all over the place. People began running in all directions sreaming . I didn't wait, but quickly got up from my prone position and dismantled the rifle in a jiffy and replaced the components in my travelling bag. I left the room and walked down the narrow corridor and quickly entered the elevator to the ground floor. I got out and went over to the parking lot, got in my car and drove out of the lot amidst all the commotion around. Somehow, I didn't give a damn if I was caught or not.I had to get the bastard as revenge for what he did to my darling little sister. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I drove towards home, and I felt an inner satisfaction. My duty to my family was accomplished. I felt great! Safe in my apartment, I went over to the fridge, took out a couple cans of beers and sat down and turned on the TV with my remote and checked out my favourite news channel for the news.. After the ads, the Anchorman came on and said," The alledged killer of the Macarthy girl, Jill, Wayne Brewster,was assassinated while entering the courthouse.The police are investigating, but have no lead as to the assassin as yet." I opened a can of beer and began sipping the cold brew,enjoying the cold liquid slipping down my throat.The phone rang.I reached over and picked it up, a familiar voice said ‘Ronnie,Did you see the news?' It was my big brother, Don. "Yeah, I heard some one got the bastard!" There was a chuckle on the other end of the line, then Don said "Yeah ,Ron , I bet you Do. Well, how's the weather over there in Calgary?" "Fair to cloudy" I laughed," Tell Mom I say hello," "I sure will, Ron, good Job!" And he hung up. A few weeks later, I received a phone call. It was Don and his voice sounded frantic ‘Shit, Ronnie, It wasn't Wayne who killed Jill ." "What?" I replied stunned,I almost dropped the phone. My blood ran cold, I couldn't believe it. "What the hell are you talking about,Ron, he was the last person seen with her." "Yeah I know,that.” "Who was it,then?” I asked, the tension building up in my chest as a wave of nausea began piling in my throat. “It was Frankie. He confessed." "What!" I said, shocked,' Are you shitting me or what?” “No, Ron ,He replied,” I am serious”. Frankie was the meek nerd who lived three doors away from our home . The boy in the neighbourhood most likely to succeed . It came out at the trial that Frankie was secretly in love with my sister and figured that if he can't have her, then nobody else will, so he killed her and dumped her body in the river. As Frankie was being led away after the life sentence was read .He shouted " She was MEANT for me!".I wanted to strangle the bastard then. As for me, I was consumed with guilt. I couldn't live the rest of my life knowing what I had done, so I made a confession to the police, handing over the murder weapon. I got a life sentence for second degree murder with a possibility of parole after fifteen years . I felt I deserved it! THE END Tweet
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