This Is How We Like To Do It In The Murder Scene!, chapter 6
[u]:Frank:[/u]
"Mikey, Gerard, I need to talk to you guys." I pulled them both aside. The rest of my friends were pre-occupied with laughing and joking around, congratulating Lis on her pregnancy, and thankfully didn't notice.
"Yo Frankie, what's on your mind?" Gerard asked happily.
"Look...if I tell you guys something, you can't tell anyone alright?" I said.
"Alright..." Mikey nodded, seeming rather confused.
"Well... You know my step dad?" I paused, as Gerard shook his head.
"Nope. Well, I knew you had one, but I have never actually conversed with, or even seen him before, because well...you never let us hang out at your place," Gerard shrugged.
"Yeah and he's the reason why. He...well, he beats me up, and makes my life fucking hell. And, to top it all off, he knows our 'secret' -"
"Geez Frankie! Did you tell him?!" Gerard exclaimed.
"No I fucking didn't, what do you take me for?!" I snapped.
"Come on guys, calm down," Mikey said.
"Sorry..." I apoligised.
"Yeah, me too," Gerard agreed. "So, he abuses you?" I nodded my head simply.
"I need to get my revenge on him. And that's where you guys come in."
"Uhm...?" Mikey looked extremely anxious.
"I want him dead," I muttered, my voice filled with hate.
"Frankie, we'll help you, don't worry about a thing," Gerard assured me. "So what's the plan? Have you worked this out yet?"
"Yes. Here's how it goes." I explained what was needed to carry this out. This riddle...of revenge!*
[u]:Gerard:[/u]
As planned, Mikey and I were to join Frankie in his house at exactly eleven fifteen PM, as his mother was out and so Frankie's step-dad had absolutely no back-up, which was perfect. We needed this to be quick and accelerated. I checked to be certain I had my gun. I knocked the front door and waited for an answer. Ideally, Frank's stepfather would answer, to give Frankie the chance to set up what was needed. Suddenly as the door was opened, I found myself face-to-face with...Mr Roberts?! My old boss, in the murder team... I found myself being completely knocked off track and Mikey had to pick up and take over. "Hey sir, we're here to hang out with Frankie?" Mr Roberts transferred his deathly stare from me to Mikey.
"Ah yes, he did er, inform me that you boys would be coming," Frank's step dad smiled falsely. "Do come in."
"Hey guys." Frankie appeared at the bottom of the stairs as we entered the hall.
"Hey."
"Frank, go and fetch some drinks for us all," his step-dad ordered, still glancing cautiously in my direction from the side of his eye. And now, the fact that tonight's victim of kill just happened to be leading the mafia around here, well, that made things a whole lot more difficult...*
[u]:End Of Point Of View:[/u]
Frank filled three glasses with soda, and the remaining with whiskey, as this was his step-dad's usual request. Also, this would prevent the glasses from being switched around. Frank dipped into the inside pocket of his jacket and produced a small bottle without a label, containing a clear mysterious liquid. He poured most of the bottle into his step-father's beverage, as instructed. He stood in anticipated wait, stirring the liquid impatiently, until no suspicious traces remained. He carried the tray of drinks into the living room, where his two best friends say conversing awkwardly with the man who had made his life a misery. Frank handed out the drinks. He could barely contain his excitement as his step-father raised the glass to his lips. But suddenly, he stopped and inspected the glass, slamming it down onto the coffee table in front of him. "Nice try boy..."
"Mikey, Gerard, I need to talk to you guys." I pulled them both aside. The rest of my friends were pre-occupied with laughing and joking around, congratulating Lis on her pregnancy, and thankfully didn't notice.
"Yo Frankie, what's on your mind?" Gerard asked happily.
"Look...if I tell you guys something, you can't tell anyone alright?" I said.
"Alright..." Mikey nodded, seeming rather confused.
"Well... You know my step dad?" I paused, as Gerard shook his head.
"Nope. Well, I knew you had one, but I have never actually conversed with, or even seen him before, because well...you never let us hang out at your place," Gerard shrugged.
"Yeah and he's the reason why. He...well, he beats me up, and makes my life fucking hell. And, to top it all off, he knows our 'secret' -"
"Geez Frankie! Did you tell him?!" Gerard exclaimed.
"No I fucking didn't, what do you take me for?!" I snapped.
"Come on guys, calm down," Mikey said.
"Sorry..." I apoligised.
"Yeah, me too," Gerard agreed. "So, he abuses you?" I nodded my head simply.
"I need to get my revenge on him. And that's where you guys come in."
"Uhm...?" Mikey looked extremely anxious.
"I want him dead," I muttered, my voice filled with hate.
"Frankie, we'll help you, don't worry about a thing," Gerard assured me. "So what's the plan? Have you worked this out yet?"
"Yes. Here's how it goes." I explained what was needed to carry this out. This riddle...of revenge!*
[u]:Gerard:[/u]
As planned, Mikey and I were to join Frankie in his house at exactly eleven fifteen PM, as his mother was out and so Frankie's step-dad had absolutely no back-up, which was perfect. We needed this to be quick and accelerated. I checked to be certain I had my gun. I knocked the front door and waited for an answer. Ideally, Frank's stepfather would answer, to give Frankie the chance to set up what was needed. Suddenly as the door was opened, I found myself face-to-face with...Mr Roberts?! My old boss, in the murder team... I found myself being completely knocked off track and Mikey had to pick up and take over. "Hey sir, we're here to hang out with Frankie?" Mr Roberts transferred his deathly stare from me to Mikey.
"Ah yes, he did er, inform me that you boys would be coming," Frank's step dad smiled falsely. "Do come in."
"Hey guys." Frankie appeared at the bottom of the stairs as we entered the hall.
"Hey."
"Frank, go and fetch some drinks for us all," his step-dad ordered, still glancing cautiously in my direction from the side of his eye. And now, the fact that tonight's victim of kill just happened to be leading the mafia around here, well, that made things a whole lot more difficult...*
[u]:End Of Point Of View:[/u]
Frank filled three glasses with soda, and the remaining with whiskey, as this was his step-dad's usual request. Also, this would prevent the glasses from being switched around. Frank dipped into the inside pocket of his jacket and produced a small bottle without a label, containing a clear mysterious liquid. He poured most of the bottle into his step-father's beverage, as instructed. He stood in anticipated wait, stirring the liquid impatiently, until no suspicious traces remained. He carried the tray of drinks into the living room, where his two best friends say conversing awkwardly with the man who had made his life a misery. Frank handed out the drinks. He could barely contain his excitement as his step-father raised the glass to his lips. But suddenly, he stopped and inspected the glass, slamming it down onto the coffee table in front of him. "Nice try boy..."
