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This fucking guy, “Yes, but we can carve you up first. Your choice.”

“Okay, okay! Alan raped and beat them, I killed them. I didn’t want to see them suffer,” he rambles, trying to justify his actions like the rat he is, “I released them from their suffering!”

He begins crying, mumbling about how they looked like my mother, and my father couldn’t stop himself from taking them. He begs for mercy all while throwing his twin brother, his partner in their sick crimes, under the bus.

Luce slices down, the blade cutting deeply into the side of Al’s nose, laughing as the coward cries out in pain.

I stand straight, my vision tunneling as I stare down at the mirror image of my own father. This worthless son of a bitch grew up with the worst kind of human being, witnessed his own mother being abused, and he’s still nothing less than the piece of shit his brother is. Scumbags, the both of them.

“You’re a disgrace. A waste of fucking life,” I lean down into his face, pressing the barrel of the gun under his chin as I seethe, “even your own worthless father hated your gumptionless guts. Say hello to Nelo for me.”

With Luce once again behind me, I pull the trigger, my eyes never blinking as I watch the top of his skull burst, creating my own ceiling painting like a gruesome Sistine Chapel.

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