15 Cold-Blooded Murder
"Michael! What the fuck have you done?!" Edward screamed at Michael, who was drenched in blood. Michael was standing over two bodies with a bloodied knife.
It all happened too fast, it felt like Michael underwent a trance as his mind blanked the moment he saw the blood from Edward's arm but it was just a small cut and wasn't even fatal.
Michael brutally murdered them, and Edward was surprised that he could even kill them but that was mainly because they underestimated him. The moment he jammed Pablo's knife in his neck, the man with him was taken aback and that gave him the opening to disembowel him, cutting his stomach open to watch his intestines spill out of his wound.
"I-I did it for you, Edward… I killed them for you… I will kill anyone for you…" Michael said, looking at his bloodied hand and his face changed from manic frenzy into horror.
"Whose blood is this?" Michael asked, dropping the knife to the ground.
"Michael, look at me!" Edward tried to comfort his friend because he knew he was about to have a mental breakdown. Michael has been on the edge ever since his father left and this was the event that made him implode.
"LOOK AT ME MICHAEL!" Exclaimed Edward, forcefully turning Michael's head to face himself.
"They were bad people! You had to do it or it would have been us on that floor! You saved us, Michael!" Edward's tone and body language shifted, he went from questioning why his friend did it to support his choice all within a minute.
"Y-You are right. It was either us or them. I chose us…" Michael said and the moment these words left his lips, the look in his eyes scared even Edward.
He did not have any remorse as Edward grabbed his hand quickly before someone saw them.
They both ran away, Michael kept the knife because he had watched enough TV to know that leaving the murder weapon at the scene was never a good idea.
They did not, however, account for someone seeing them and just that happened. There was a witness.
The figure that lurked in the darkness didn't say a word and faded back into the shadows.
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Michael and Edward were far enough, he had blood on his clothes but this was one of the advantages of staying in the slums and that was that no one cared. He went home to get a change of clothes only to see his mother back to her old habits.
She was passed out in her room. Michael knew this was temporary because he planned to abandon her just like his father but he needed enough money to take such a bold step.
This is why the villain agency he had just auditioned for was important and he knew that with Elizabeth that rich, she was sure to have a certain degree of influence in that agency.
He washed the clothes himself because he knew that this was not just anything anyone should see. After all, the last thing he needed was for his mother to start asking him questions.
He needed a distraction and he was not surprised that he did not feel any remorse, but rather he got a high from it. He clutched his hand and he smiled at the realization that he had crossed the threshold between life and death.
Michael found himself craving it again, that sensation but the vibrating phone in his pocket snapped him back to reality, there was only one person that had this number and that was Elizabeth. He quickly grabbed his phone and shuffled through his notifications.
"Hi, are you coming to my birthday party tomorrow?" The message read and Michael, who had no intentions of initially going reconsidered because of how fucked up his life had gotten.
He needed a break, he needed something to take his mind off things but his phone soon vibrated again, seeing that Elizabeth added another message.
"Oh right, bring your cute friend along." the message concluded and Michael knew she met Edward. He wasn't surprised that she was interested in him as Edward was an exemplary individual that got along with anyone. He was like a chameleon that could fit in anywhere but that meant he wore so many masks, and only Michael knew his true face behind the facades.
He didn't have any problem bringing Edward as he had intended to even without asking, he wasn't about to rob him of this experience because, for people like them, it is a once in a lifetime but he had just killed two people and he knew he had to play pretend about feeling remorse so that Edward wouldn't think any less of him.
He looked dead in the mirror, he could see dark circles forming under his eyes.
"Remorse, Michael… Remorse…" Michael muttered to himself as he began practicing different facial expressions to mimic sadness, but he could only laugh at how ridiculous he looked then he remembered his mother sobbing about how his father left them.
"Yes… That's the one…" He thought to himself as he began to try and recreate it and unlike the rest of the faces, he was trying to recreate it. This one was a lot easier as he had an actual visual image to impersonate.
He got the details down perfectly, and he wasn't worried about police or any authoritative figure coming to snoop around, they have never done that before and he was certain they would not start now. The system was rotten but it had its silver lining.
Knock, knock. Someone was at his door, he has never had guests before so the only person that could be behind that door was Edward. He rushed to the door as it saved him the trouble of going over to his place but he had his 'act of remorse' ready should the situation call for it.
Swinging the door open, only for his eyes to settle on the presence of James Moore.
"Hello kid, we need to talk." Said the masculine man.
