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Chapter 57 The Day I Died

     My rage took me to where it all started, the day time club. And I was welcomed by two fully armed men guarding the entrance. It was unusual because there has never been security on the entrance, not like that. 
    As I opened the door and met the ground with my feet, memories of Russ from the last day at the club came rushing like a strong wind that only inflicts anger and an accompanying pain to deliver the anger. 
     I walked up to them, they held their gun tight and requested for an identity verification. 
     "Hey, hold it. Where's your ID?" They asked. 
     "Fuck am showing you my ID for?" My voice protested, taking my facial expression on the same path. 
     They looked at each other and faced their front, like I wasn't there. Like I never existed. They had the fucking gut. 
    "Allow me. I have an unfinished business with Jigsaw. He hooked me up with some old pal and I'm here to pay him back, in kind…" but the heavy and disturbed chorus in my voice said otherwise. 
    They stared at me for a while with uncertainty walking through their faces. 
    "You're not allowed entrance. We are under strict orders, please go back" 
    "Fine" I replied abruptly and walked back to the car. I went straight to the trunk and fixed up a Bazooka. I was out of sight until it was ready to be deployed. 
    "Incoming!!" One of them yelled as I stepped out with my machine over my shoulder, with my finger on the trigger and my eyes on the target. 
   I hit it immediately and the blast came with an entrance, enough to pull a truck inside, but the damage was disastrous.
   I didn't expect anything else, my heart was so bitter that I didn't think about the innocents inside the building. 
    With fire, death and screams of horror, plus gunshots, I flinged out two pistols and held them tight, with a steady click on the trigger, shooting my way through. 
    "There's always enough entrance, bitch" I said to the fatally wounded guards and gave them the grace of dying without the pain lingering for a long time. And I was precisely targeting their foreheads. 
    I walked into the club, clouded by the smoke and the dreads of destruction, I yelled for "Jigsaw!" And the place was a disaster, everyone ran for their dear lives while I took to the bar, with a drink I never drank, patiently waiting for Jigsaw, but his men gathered around as well, with their guns pointed at my head. But it didn't even bother me. 
    "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Jigsaw came out from behind the bar, harbouring a red face. 
    "That right, jigsaw! I'm bringing hell to you!" 
    He chuckled, it was hard for him to digest, but I was sure he knew what had happened to his old friend. 
    "What's this about? Because you made a very big mistake coming here alone. How dare you ?" 
    "What's this about?" I asked with a chuckle, staggering up, they cocked their guns. 
    "My friend is dead, and it's all because of you!" I threw the glass cup on my hand to the ground. 
     He nodded his head. "That's it, you're looking for whom to blame, yo—" 
     "Why did you even tell me about him? Why did he come for me? You set this up didn't you? So that I would take him out for you?! Yeah?! …" I rushed to grab him but his men grabbed me first. 
    "Son of a bitch! Stop hiding behind your puppets! If you're a real man!" 
    "Who said I am a real man…?" 
    "I will kill you!" I said through clenched teeth. 
    "Yeah, after you're dead…" they hit me to the ground. I staggered up and sat on a chair. 
    "He's gone… they are both gone…" I whimpered. It was unbearable and I couldn't fight no more because there was no reason to. 
    I brought out the remaining weapons on my holders and slid it to them. They shared a suspicious look, especially Jigsaw, who knew what I was capable of. 
    "You devil, what are you planning now?" 
    "Death" I said with a point blank, tear ridden face, a broken and dreaded heart, and a hopeless soul. 
   He stepped back, they got ready… 
   I stood up and rushed one of them, and the rest of them pounced on me, beating the living day light out of my life. 
    It felt like I was drowning in water and getting consumed by fire at the same time, death didn't feel peaceful, but the idea of finally ending it all felt good, there was no saving. 
     There was no Logan, no Russ, no me anymore, just a lost soul about to cross to the underworld, to hell where her place has been reserved since the advent of time.
    It was so much pain to take, but I didn't fight it, I just let it consume me.
    How can one survive all the forms of pain at once? The stronger and most persistent pain was the emotional pain.
    I wished I hadn't loved, I wished we never met, I wished I never gave out my heart, but I guessed it would be his to hold forever, even though he doesn't think about me. 
    My broken heart was still beating, though faintly, until two gunshots were fired at me, I felt the heat drive through my chest, and my body already cold, died, my heart beat started seizing it's engine, but before it could lock, more gunshots were fired and then, it went all cold and my heart beat locked when It seemed like my body was being taken to heaven. Or was hell actually above?

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