See No Evil

You stole something from me, and yet, you still want more.

But I won’t let that happen.

The day blood ran through his hands, he made himself vulnerable and weak. I’ll exploit that weakness to its fullest extent, making sure that my sweet vengeance is the only thing coming his way.

Do they honestly believe this is over? Do they really think that by burying the proof of their wrongdoings and their ruthlessness, no one will come after them?

You’re so fucking wrong.

You will all pay dearly for it.

I’ll make sure of it.

I’ll give them enough time to develop a false sense of security. Just enough to ensure they’ll never expect the threat lurking in the corner. Then I’m going to enjoy every flinch, every cringe, and all the times they’ll nervously watch over their shoulders, wondering if that’s when I’ll strike. I won’t just make their poor existence a nightmare, but I’ll make sure that everything they do from here on out will be for my own personal gain. Stack the cards in my favor for once.

Benjamin Franklin was right after all—three can keep a secret if two of them are dead.

If it were only Lincoln left standing, then maybe I would have shown mercy to the friends at his side. Maybe. But he dragged them into this mess, so I’m more than happy to hand out their punishment to each one of them individually.

They should have done a better job of concealing their crime, but most of all, they should have recognized one irrevocable truth—secrets don’t stay buried for long. I always knew their insolence was going to be their downfall. They should have watched their backs, but because they haven’t, they will now be looking behind it every second of every day until I finally end them. Once and for all.

This isn’t just your victims’ funeral.

It’s also yours.

You fucked up, and because I’m just like you, I won’t be taking any prisoners either.

Before the end comes, they’ll be wishing we never crossed paths. They’ll curse the day they met me and tried to take what’s mine. Now I’ll make them all pay for what they’ve done.

Trust me. It’s not going to be pretty. I promise you that.

The mournful crowd begins to disperse, selfishly interrupting my contemplation and bringing my thoughts back to the current matter at hand. All the pretty words have been said, and every last useless goodbye has been uttered, it seems. Now that this deplorable scene has finally come to an end, I decide to move my first pawn into place and start my glorious chess game.

I slowly make my way over to the one man who will become my biggest triumph once I bring him to his knees. I tenderly place my hand over his shoulder, making him spin his head toward me. Lincoln stares into my eyes and relaxes the minute he recognizes a friend at his side. I offer him my own reassuring smile, squeezing his shoulder as he covers my hand with his own, grateful for my offered solace.

Such a pretentious fool.

This is one of your biggest flaws, Lincoln. I never once saw you as a friend, only as a threat. To me, you’ve always been my sworn enemy, but you were just too self-centered to notice. Now the joke is on you because I’m the one who is going to shoot first. I’ll make you bleed. Bleed just like you made them.

So, enjoy your summer, boys.

You won’t know what hit you once I’m done.

They’ve all signed their death warrants unknowingly. And the best part will be to witness their shocked faces when they see it was me who pulled the trigger and carried out their sentences.

Such a pity they’ll never even see the threat coming.

And too bad for them, I’m already here.