See No Evil

Epilogue

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I turn off the ignition and just stay in my seat, admiring the pitiful view between two familiar cars a few rows in front of me in the school parking lot. I lean into the steering wheel, hugging it to my chest, my chin rubbing against the black vinyl as I smile at the wondrous, pathetic sight.

Look at them.

All huddled up together, whispering amongst themselves in hushed tones and fearful intonations. I watch in delight how one of them looks over his shoulder every once in a while, afraid of unknown lurkers. It’s a true testament of how they’ve become scared of their own fucking shadows.

The tug of my smile only broadens as I watch Fi

How the mighty have fallen.

For someone who acted as if he were above it all, untouchable and remorseless, he sure doesn’t seem so confident now. Just goes to show, anyone can be brought down. Even a God—as he proclaimed himself to be—can fall from grace if you pull at him hard enough.

Fi

But he’s not the only one. There’s another brittle spirit begging to be broken.

Right beside them stands Colt, wearing his cold, sinister mask—the one he likes to proudly flaunt to show his superiority. His soul is covered in filth and carnage, and yet he acts as if all that ugliness doesn’t touch the crown on his head. The sneer of his pursed lips alludes to an i

My sinister smile broadens, watching his fake elaborate pretense.

Colt’s icy exterior doesn’t fool me for a minute. I’ve spent years deciphering such expressions, so I know when they aren’t genuine. The way his eyes slant and his nose flares may look like signs of a

What better camouflage is there than to act superior to a threat? Most enemies would bow out when confronted by such a fearless foe.

But it’s just a smokescreen, one I can see right through. Just as I can see through all of their wretched souls.

The only one who still looks like he has it together is fucking Lincoln. I suck in my teeth as I watch him console his friends, offering hope when there is none. He’s the beacon of light in their infested, grimy, black hole, and I, for one, ca

But not yet.

If I want to make him bleed, break his spirit as he broke mine, I have to be patient. Asheville’s golden boy will get his turn soon enough.

Your time will come, Linc. I promise you that.

I need to hurt everyone that he loves, and make sure their pain keeps him up at night, consuming him with guilt and shame. His friends are his weakness, and therefore, mine to exploit. By the time I finally come for him, Lincoln will have very little hope to hold onto, much less offer to anyone else. I’ll reveal his true colors to everyone who looked at him as the second coming and the pride of the Richfield name.

He’s not. He’s the blemish that ruined such an iconic legacy, the last one standing when he should have been the first to fall. I’ll make sure to rectify fate’s macabre plan into something of my doing, something of my liking. Saving the best for last has never tasted so sweeter.

My eyes fall once again onto the twisted group and take joy in seeing them cringe in despair.

They are all ru