I saw the other thread and thought this might be fun. If anyone finds me cheap for doing this while Zag is, just remember I'm his boss and it's not like he could rebel anyways.
To him, it was a good idea. Everything was schemed out wonderfully. He made perfect use of the circumstances. He acquired the tools, he memorized the plan, and most importantly, he had the motive. Mere days ago, he wouldn't have the gumption to do something like this. He never would if he was forced. Normally, there wasn't anything that could push him to such extremes.
But now everything was different. The unthinkable and deplorable seemed like justice. Under the dark starless sky, in the frigid temperature, he felt a strange inner warmth in his blood thinking about what lay beyond the door. So much suffering he once endured and tolerated seemed like a disgrace. The crimes of today seemed paltry to what he had to suffer. His skin shriveled in the cold wind, but his vigor remained blazing. He breathed heavily through his widened nostrils. Sweat painted the skin on his face. Tears danced on his eyelashes. As his hand reached for the doorknob, his facial muscles slowly allowed a smile to creep up on his face.
Finally, the gloved hand reached the knob. He let a sharp breath through his mouth as he let his hand rest. It started to tremble, so he rolled his head back to recall his nerves. Pulling his head forward, he recalled his motive and the work required to get her. By realizing this and why it made so much sense, he let himself reach into his pocket for the keys.
He was ready to say a prayer. It all rode on this. Were the keys adequate for the lock? Was the alarm system disabled like they said it would be? He didn't have time to ponder such questions. He let himself stroll in this doubt before. If he did it again, he'd lose himself and he'd have no idea where to go next. This made sense. So, he stopped questioning and took the risk.
To his benefit, he door opened silently. The inner house was darker than outside because the moonlight that shone out there. Just to be safe, he closed the door.
He slowly made his way to the flight of stairs. The dormitories were up there. Before anything could be done, the witnesses had to be removed. One of them especially had to have his neck cut. But before all that, there was the task to be done. He wouldn't back up on this now after everything he's done. He swore too many times to have devotion. He spent too much ime thinking of the matter. This was his right, no matter what the law said. This, he had to exercise, and he wouldn't be denied this. If he was caught and no one else approved of his doing, he would have at least stayed true to himself.
He said these things to himself in his head as slowly walked up the staircase. Despite being enveloped in his thoughts, he had enough focus to make sure not to make noises on the creaky steps on the way up. Finally, he reached the top floor. Carpeted floor. The first room he would enter had its door wide open, displaying a foolish confidence in the family's own security.
This time, words didn't matter. Only actions. He was ready to make sure his were lasting ones. He was done with their bullshit. If this was all he could manage before the police came, he was glad to have this honor.
He entered the room. A young lad. Strangely enough, he almost looked like him. Maybe it was the gruff facial expression. Perhaps the way he slept or his current clothing. It took him back. Guilt tried to edge its way as it always does with the sentimental, but he had reason on his side. The child here that laid vulnerably on this mattress was not and could never be of his likeness.
Their lives were different. Very different. His parents, this house, and your hatred were clear pieces of evidence supporting that. It was clear; all he had to do was look back. Looking at his own childhood, he could see that. In fact...
1.) Threats of murder were common when he was a kid.
2.) He wouldn't even had a bed to sleep on as a child.
3.) The kid was bound to be the very person he wanted dead.
4.) He didn't have an absolute bastard of a father like this lad did.
