Page 42 of Poison Aches

I’ve known my so-called fate all my life, which means I know how this story ends.

And to be fucking clear, I’m not interested in changing it.

Not that it can be changed anyway, so let’s get a few facts straight.

Destiny.

Providence.

The future.

I call it bullshit.

By the end of this story, before I take my last breath, I’ll make sure you understand that this is a horror story, so your sympathy is not wanted here.

I’m dying.

That’s a fact that should be made pretty fucking clear, but that’s not my fucking story.

This is about a vicious scheme that was initiated years ago, and successfully completed the night I turned ten years old.

But I know the plot is much older than that.

So, unlike the sappy, predictable stories you’re probably used to, this one has greedy, calculated, evil characters that know how to shed blood to silence loose ends to hide their deeds, and get what they want.

Power.

They want power… which means, to get even, I need to meet them at their level.

I’m the judge, the jury, the executioner, and the devil all wrapped in one.

And this story,my story, it will end the way it was intended.

In tragedy, chaos, and madness.

And I’ll be the architect of all three.

I was just a kid when my world turned upside down, but now, I’m grown.

The game that has been at play since my mother was young will soon come to a glorious end, even if I drop dead right after.

I’m that one asshat that believes if my world is fucked and there’s no way out, then I’m bringing everyone down with me.

I’ll set it all on fire, bring it down to ash…but before that, I want the blood to flow.

“Sir,” Kai says, approaching to hand me a dark file.

“Is this all?”

“Yes, sir,” he says simply, and I know it’s true.

You can scour the fucking earth, no one is more thorough than this fucker who has a glaring scar across his face.

Kai looks big, intimidating, and mean… unlike his twin who can blend in anywhere.

“Is he the one?”

“No, sir.”

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