14 REDEMPTION PT2
"No, I... I couldn't tell them. They would be so ashamed of me if they knew."
I scoffed, shaking my head in disgust. "I bet they would. I bet they would be fucking disgusted by you. You think they'd be proud of you? Think they'd want you back in their lives after what you've done?"
He lowered his head, unable to look me in the eye.
I walked over to the one bleeding on the edge and searched his pocket. He has a small old mobile wrapped in a plastic bag. I took it out and gave it to the goon.
"Call them," I ordered. "I want to hear their voices."
He stared at me in disbelief, but when I raised the shotgun, he quickly nodded and opened the mobile. The call was answered within seconds.
"Hello?" a female voice came from the other side, sounding confused.
"Hey, babe, it's Michael," the goon said, trying to sound cheerful.
"You druggie motherfucker! How dare you call me after trying to sell our kids for your fucking drug money!" the woman screamed.
"What? No! Listen, babe, I've changed. I'm coming back home. I promise I won't do it again," he replied, his voice pleading.
"Get out of my life, you piece of shit! Don't you ever call me again!" the woman yelled. "If it wasn't for Batman, we'd be dead by now."
I snatched the phone away from him.
"Hello, miss, I'm sorry to disturb you. But right now, the life of this sorry-for piece of shit depends on your choice. You see he and his friends tried to rob and shoot. So, I killed both his friends and as for him... Well, you decide. If you let him live today, there is no guarantee he won't try to hurt your family or anyone else's ever again. And if you let him die, well, he will die and never bother you again. What do you say?" I asked.
There was a pause on the other end, and I could hear the woman breathing heavily. I put the phone on loudspeaker so the goon could hear the conversation as well.
"Kill him," the woman said, her voice cold and hard.
"Mommy?" A little girl's voice came through the phone, sounding confused and scared.
"No, no, it's okay, baby. It's okay. Daddy will never be able to hurt us ever again," the woman said, her voice softening. "So go to your room and sleep. It's still too early. Okay, sweetie?"
"Okay, mommy," the little girl said.
I stared down at the goon, my expression unreadable. "It seems like you aren't wanted."
"There hasn't been a moment in my life I didn't regret marrying him. There hasn't been a single second I didn't wish him dead for what he did to us. Please kill him and make sure he suffers for as long as you can," the woman said, her voice trembling with anger.
I glanced down at the goon, who was staring at me with wide eyes, his face pale and drawn.
"As you wish. Hold on to the call. I will let you hear his agony-filled screams. I will make sure he suffers as much as possible. I will make sure he won't ever go back and hurt your family again," I replied, my tone cold and unfeeling.
I put the phone on the muddy ground.
"I guess it's time for you to pay for your sins, you piece of shit."
I took a step back, "Get out of the water."
The goon hesitated but when I aimed the shotgun at him, he slowly climbed out of the pool.
"Good. Now," I emptied the shotgun and threw it near his feet, "Shove it up your ass."
"W... What?" the goon asked, looking at me in disbelief.
"What? Why the long face? I always keep my promise. Remember what I said back at the pizza joint? That I will shove it up your ass. Well, it's time for you to deliver on that promise. Then I am going to keep my second promise from your wife and kill you and make sure you suffer as much as I possibly can. Now start shoving before I lose my patience and kill you now," I replied, gesturing towards the shotgun lying on the ground.
He stared at the gun, then at me.
"Fuck you! Just kill me motherfucker!" he shouted, spitting on the ground at my feet.
"Oh, so now you want to die, huh?"
I used my super agility to dash before him and grabbed his burned right arm. I squeezed it as hard as I could.
"AAAHHHHHH!!!! FUCK!!! AHHHHHH!!!" he screamed in agony, trying to pull away.
"If you die here, there will be nothing waiting for you on the other side. You will go to Hell. Do you understand? You will spend eternity suffering and being tortured. So I am giving you a choice to live a little longer, suffer a little longer, before you cross over to the other side," I said, my grip tightening even more. Then I used my nails and ripped out his flesh.
"AAAHHHHHH!!!!!! FUCK!!!!" he cried out in pain, his voice echoing through the rainy night.
"So what will it be? Death a little later or Death a little sooner?" I asked, my expression cold and unfeeling.
"FUCK YOU!!! I'M NOT SCARED OF YOU!!! JUST FUCKING KILL ME, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!" the goon spat at me again.
I sighed and released his arm. Then punched his face on the ground.
"Ahh!" He gasped in pain, spitting out blood and mud. "Why are you doing this to me?" he asked, looking up at me with teary eyes.
"A man must keep his promise," I said, my voice cold and hard. "And I promised your wife and kids that I would kill you and make sure you suffer as much as possible."
I picked up the gun and kicked his stomach hard, knocking the air out of him.
I took a bullet and loaded it up. Then I put the gun in his hand, "Here you go. Shoot your head off."
"I..."
"I don't want to hear any more fucking excuses. You have two options. Either you shoot your head off, or I will torture you for days on end. I will make sure you suffer in ways you never thought possible. I will make sure you wish you were dead. But you won't die. I won't let you die. Not until I am satisfied."
"I..."
He looked down at the gun in his hand.
"Go on, redeem yourself. Kill yourself for doing all those bad things in this world, for hurting so many people," I whispered. "Show them that you're a man of honor. That you're not some pathetic piece of shit who just runs away and hides like a coward. Show them that you have a heart, that you care about the people you've hurt. Show them that you're a human being."
His hand trembled, the gun shaking in his grip. He looked up at me, his eyes wide with fear, "I'm scared."
I grabbed his shoulders.
"All the lives you have destroyed till now... They too were scared. They didn't want to die. They had families, people who loved them. People who depended on them. But you didn't care about that. You only cared about yourself. So why should you be any different? Why should you get a second chance when they didn't?"
"Please..."
"You're a bad person, Michael. A very bad person."
He looked away, unable to meet my gaze.
"So go ahead and pull the trigger," I said, releasing his shoulders.
He hesitated for a moment, then brought the gun under his chin. His hands were shaking violently now, his face covered in sweat.
"Do it," I commanded, my voice harsh and unforgiving. "You know you want to. You know there is a part of you that wants to end it. That wants to put an end to all this pain and suffering. You know there is no coming back from what you've done. So go ahead and pull the trigger."
His eyes were wide with terror and confusion, his breathing shallow and rapid.
"Jenny, Rose, Sam... I am sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Then he closed his eyes and pulled the trigger.
The sound of the gunshot reverberated through the night air, drowning out all other sounds.
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