Chapter 6: Story of the Brothers

I texted back, " What do you mean burn them! That's too much."

He texted back, " Aren't you mad at them about killing Rick? Is it fair if only your family is grieving? Take that gas can near the flower pots. There is also a matchbook. Use those and burn them to be happy again. Get them back in the most painful way." I remembered what they did to Rick. Bullying him, tormenting him with words, and in the end killing him. I grab the gas can and pour gasoline in the basement through a window. The bullies saw me with the gas and matchbook and started to freak out. They whacking the door with their bats desperately trying to escape. I struck the match, but let it fizzle out.

"Why are you stopping?" Allen texted.

"I'm not sure if this is right." I texted back.

"Remember what they did to Rick." Allen texted. I struck another and threw it in. I was so mad that I threw multiple matches. I stopped myself when I heard their screams of agony. I was crying when I heard Allen behind me.

"Well done."

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Richard

The neighbors smelled smoke and called the fire department. I stood still staring at the fire grow larger and larger. The firefighters put it out then went in to find the cause of the fire. Police showed up and helped pull out 3 bodies. Bud and his followers were burnt up, charred stiff. I started to run when an eagle-eyed cop started running after me. Curse my rotten luck, but another cop was approaching the scene only to find me running. He grabbed my arms, threw me onto the ground, and cuffed me.

"Why are you running boy?" the eagle-eyed cop asked.

"Let me go!" I shrieked. I was hoping Allen would do some magic and let me go or something.

"We're going to bring you down to the station and ask you a few questions, got it, boy? They put me in a cruiser and took me to the station. They were asking me questions like my age, what school I go to, stuff like that. Then one cop came in with a USB. He plugged it into the interrogating detective and their faces froze. Their looks went from shock to disbelief.

"Boy, you did this?" I knew I couldn't get out of this.

"Yes."

"Why, boy? Why ruin your life?"

"They killed my brother."

"They what?" I had no choice. They needed to know about what happened to Rick.

"I'm sorry boy, but you made the wrong choice. Killing them, was a no-no. You're under arrest for first-degree murder.

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2 months later

I was sitting in the cell reading a book when I got a visitor. I wondered if it was my parents. I sat down and saw him. Allen Alexandre.

"How long do you have to be in here?" he asked.

"It's a life sentence for killing three people," I said.

"Do you not regret it?" he asked.

"Of course not. If I had to do it again, I would do it without remorse. "

"It was only brief, but I thought I saw you smile. Rick thought you were happy, so he said he can go in peace." I tried not to cry when I thought I felt someone pat my shoulder. I whipped my head around and saw nothing.

"Rick just said goodbye to you." Teardrops fell, and I couldn't help it. I put my head down on the table and cried.

"My job is done, Richard. I will ask you one last time. Are you happy?"

"Yes, I'm happy."