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twenty-five

Poetic Justice

Saint

S ince we've been staying at the apartment, things have been a lot more tense between the five of us. You figured since Scarlett has free reign of the place she'd be fucking happier, but she isn't. She's even more apprehensive now than she was at the mausoleum, but that's probably because she found out that I fucking played her this whole time.

Yeah, I killed Carli that night in the cemetery. The moment I saw Scarlett holding the gun, I knew what I was going to do. Seeing her that first time the four years before that, I never was able to get her out of my mind.

My brain, being all fucked up, didn't know how to go about it the right way, though. So, I concocted a fucked up plan to make her fucking mine. Seeing Shawn spinning the gun around only helped me out, and the fact that Carli was there was the fucking cherry on top.

Yeah, I married Carli only because I knew married couples couldn't testify against each other. The time I was sneaking around Scarlett's room when they were roommates, I wasn't sure if she saw me, so I had to marry her. Carli and I weren't married long, but it sure as hell fucking felt like it. We were toxic together, and even the guys agreed. She was too young for me—not that I have an issue with age, because I don't—but she acted too young.

When I saw the opportunity to kill her and end the torment she was still causing me, I took it, knowing that her death would get blamed on the innocent group of kids merely having a good time on Halloween. Boy, did I ruin their fucking lives. I got more than what I wanted, though. Carli was fucking dead and Scarlett was mine, so it was a win-win.

I just wasn't expecting all the shit that would come along with it. Falling in love with her was never part of the plan, but it happened and now we're all trying to figure out where to go from here.

Sitting on the balcony of our apartment watching the blizzard wreak havoc on Salem, we pass another laced blunt back and forth, none of us quite knowing what to say. Even though Scarlett's inside, I can feel her eyes burning a hole into my back, but I don't turn around. Keeping my eyes on the heavily falling snow, I hit the blunt and hold it in, passing it to Riley.

"Does Scarlett know you were married to my sister?" He asks out of the blue, keeping his eyes on the cars slowly driving below.

"Not that I know of. Why?"

"Just wondering. Are you going to tell her before we kill her?" He grins, blowing a cloud of smoke into Blade's face, pissing him off.

"We're not killing her, Riley."

"The fuck we're not, Blade. That was always the fucking plan and we're not fucking changing it." Riley glares at Blade and gets in his face, making Nixon get up, having to pull them apart again.

"Will you both shut the fuck up before she hears yo—"

"Fuck you guys!" We all turn around at the sound of her screams, watching her run away from the open sliding glass door.

"Well, fuck. Now she fucking knows everything." I stand up and storm back inside, the guys following closely. Somehow we need to fix this and figure out what the fuck we're going to do. Noticing four opened beers on the counter, we each take one and chug it down, thanking trouble silently in our heads for the hospitality.

Scarlett

Slamming the door to Blade's room, I find comfort on his bed, wrapping myself up in his warm blanket—that smells just like him— as a frigid breeze floats in through the cracked windows. Tears stream from my cheeks as I think back on what I heard… Carli was married to Saint… what the fuck? And I still can't get over the fact that he's the one who killed her, but what really bothers me is the fact that they're still planning on killing me. Now I don't feel so bad for what I've done.

I knew saving those pills would come in handy… and the amount of them that I crushed up and put into their beers is enough to make them overdose. If they don't die from them, I'm already prepared to kill them. I'm more ready now than I ever was, especially after listening to their talk on the balcony.

This is it. It all ends today.

Just thinking about it, a surge of satisfaction washes over me. It's been a long time coming, but today everything changes. The torment, the pain, the control—it all ends here.

Laying on Blade's bed, my mind races through all the atrocious deeds they've committed, the lives they have destroyed. Society may have turned a blind eye to their wickedness, but not anymore. Today, justice will prevail, even if it means taking matters into my own hands.

No longer will they have the opportunity to prey on the innocent, to leave a trail of broken hearts and shattered lives. The darkness that once enveloped me has become my ally, providing the strength and resolve to carry out this final act .

Ever since the four of them kidnapped me and forced me into enjoying the sadistic pleasure they elicited upon my body, I've resented them as well as fallen in love with them.

The door to the room opens and Blade and Saint walk in, sadness in their eyes and regret all over their faces.

"I'm sorry, Scarlett," Saint says, breaking the ice first, which surprises me.

Noticing both of them holding a beer, guilt gnaws at me, knowing what they're drinking, but I don't say anything because as I look up, Nixon and Riley are standing in the doorway holding the other two beers.

"Sorry for what? Lying about Carli being your wife or lying about doing all of this just to kill me too?" I sneer, turning toward the window.

"We're sorry for all of it, sinner, but I'll fix it… I promise," Blade says as he sits down on the bed, putting his hand on my thigh with a tight grip.

"It's too late to fix anything," I whisper, shaking my head.

He sighs, shaking his head too as the others stand silent, drinking their beers.

"We're running to grab dinner. Are you hungry?" Saint asks, giving me a smile as he changes the subject.

"No. I already ate." Riley grins, giving me an uneasy chill, but I ignore it and snap my gaze away from his.

"Fine, Blade and I will be right back. Nixon and Riley are staying here, but they're not to touch you." Saint glares at them, making sure they understand him. They might have been told not to touch me, but no one said anything about me not touching them.

The second they leave, everything changes—but I knew it was going to.

Riley

The look on her face when Saint and Blade leaves is fucking priceless. Charging toward the bed, I grab her by her hair and snatch her off kicking and screaming, feeling a little lightheaded as I drag her out of the room.

"Let go of me!"

"No, I'm ending this shit!" Nixon just stares in silence, a lost look taking over his eyes as he sways on his feet, looking like he's about to drop.

"I don't feel too hot," he says, his face palling as he collapses on the couch, his eyes fluttering to try and stay open. Confused, I look at him, wondering what's wrong.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Standing over him, I notice his body convulsing as his eyes roll back in his head.

Still holding Scarlett's hair tightly, she gasps, grabbing my attention as Nixon seizes on the couch before my eyes.

"What the fuck did you do to him?" I bring my face to hers and roughly press our noses together, spewing at her through gritted teeth.

"I didn't do anything, Riley." I feel the familiar cold touch of a blade against my back, noticing the devilish grin on her lips.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Scarlett?" I ask, watching foam spurt from Nixon's mouth as blood leaks from his nose.

His body shakes violently for a few brief seconds and then all of a sudden it stops and his eyes still, turning big and black, staring toward the ceiling.

She glides the blade along my back and I pull mine out on her too, pressing it against her throat. The irony of the moment starts to turn me on, making my cock hard, poking into her stomach.

"We're both killers, Scarlett. You don't scare me with your fucking knife… but do you have the fucking balls to kill me?" She grins, making a deep slice along my spine, blood trickling down my back right away. But the pain doesn't even bother me; my body is numb. I feel strange, and everything slowly becomes foggy and disoriented.

"I killed Nixon, didn't I?" She says calmly, matching the evil in my smirk as she flashes one at me.

"You fucking poisoned him?"

"I told him I didn't want those fucking pills!" Now you all can feel what I've been feeling this past year," she screams, leaving me shocked. But I'm not surprised.

"I guess we taught you well…"

As our eyes lock in a fierce battle of wills, the echoes of our haunting memories hang heavy in the air. The adrenaline courses through my veins, fueling my determination and clouding any rational thought. The room feels suffocating, consumed by the darkness that emanates from our shared secrets. I feel myself spinning, feeling trapped in a haze but I force myself to breathe through the fog.

Scarlett's words linger, resonating deep within me. She fucking killed Nixon… she poisoned all of us.

"You're forgetting one thing, though, psycho…"

A bitter smile curls on my lips as I remember the day her innocence was shattered, the day she stepped into a world where morality held no sway—our world.

Those who got in our way of her met a swift demise, their lives snuffed out with calculated precision. She's just a puppet, dancing to the sadistic tune that we orchestrated to bend her to our will.

But now, here we stand, the roles reversed and she's reclaimed her power—somewhat.

The scars etched upon our skin serve as a constant reminder of the horrors endured, fueling the thirst for vengeance. Scarlett may have wielded the blade, but I wield the knowledge that can bring her crumbling down.

"What am I forgetting, Riley?" She bites angrily, but still smirks as if she's won.

As crimson stains smeared across my back, pooling at our feet, a spark of defiance ignites within me. Her laughter cuts through the tension, sharp and unyielding. It's as if she can see the turmoil raging within me, relishing in the internal chaos. But little does she know that I have embraced the darkness, turning it into a weapon that can pierce even the most impenetrable armor.

I step forward, closing the distance between us, my blade now pressed to her throat. The scent of blood permeates the air, intoxicating and overwhelming. With each labored breath, I taste the bitter reality of the life we have chosen. There is no turning back now, no escape from the sins we have committed.

A sinister smile tugs at the corners of Scarlett's lips, her eyes glinting with a feral hunger. In her gaze, I see the reflection of my own twisted desires, a mirror image of the monster that lurks within.

The room closes in, suffocating us both, as the final verdict looms. Our shared history binds us; it always will. In this twisted waltz of blood and pain, the only certainty is that everything we once knew will be forever changed.

"What am I forgetting, Riley?" She urges me to tell her but all I can do is grin, seeing fear flicker in her eyes as she grips her blade even tighter.

"I told you, I'm always one step ahead of you whether you realize it or not…"

Scarlett

"I didn't want to kill you, Scarlett but you came in between us and I couldn't have that." Admitting the truth finally, Riley kisses the side of my neck, giving me all kinds of confusing feelings, but he's still being cryptic.

With his hand around my throat, he pins me against the wall, his eyes piercing through mine and making me feel things he's never made me feel. I hate him for what he's done so why do I feel like this? I need to kill him. I have to kill them all…

As I struggle to catch my breath under his grip, my mind races with conflicting emotions. The hatred burning inside me clashes with an inexplicable sensation of desire that his intense gaze unleashes within me. It's a cruel twist of fate, a wicked game played by my own treacherous heart.

But amidst the chaos that rages within, a chilling determination mixes with a newfound clarity and begins to surface. The darkness that has consumes my thoughts for so long, pushes me to this breaking point. The time has come for me to take control, to release myself from the shackles of his oppressive presence.

"You might have killed Nixon, Scarlett, but you know you'll never make it out of here alive, right?" Riley sneers, squeezing my throat tight as he wields his knife, dragging it down the front of my body while I grip mine even tighter, blood still dripping down his back from the knife wound.

"You see, the same pills you drugged us with, were put into your drink and your food earlier. Your time is ending today too, killer."

"You what?"

"You fucking heard me. Looks like we're all fucking dying today, Scarlett."

As his grip tightens, I muster every ounce of strength, every flicker of courage, and unleash a vicious strike to his vulnerable side, stabbing him in the artery in his leg where I know he'll bleed out.. A surge of power courses through me as he staggers in pain, his grasp momentarily loosening. It's a fleeting chance, a slim opening that allows me to break free from his suffocating hold.

Gasping for air, I race through the corridors of my mind, mapping out the intricate web of their sinister plans. No longer confined by fear or doubt, a dark resolve settles within me. They had all played their part in this twisted symphony of destruction, and it is time for me to orchestrate their demise.

But as I delve deeper into the depths of my own darkness, a seed of doubt begins to linger. Can I truly tread down this path of vengeance? Will it taint my soul, blinding me to what little good is left within? The weight of my decisions threatens to drown me, but I refuse to let it consume my resolve.

Yet, I can’t escape the haunting question that echoes within me. Am I any better than them, seeking revenge in the name of justice? In my pursuit of retribution, have I become the monster I sought to destroy?

The battle rages on, both within and without. The line between right and wrong blurs again as the weight of my actions threatens to consume me. With every step closer to their demise, I feel a piece of my humanity slipping away. But I can’t afford to dwell on it. The stakes are too high, the darkness too deep.

As the walls close in and the final pieces of the puzzle fall into place, I find myself standing at the precipice of my own soul. The choice lies before me, teetering on the edge of salvation and damnation. To kill or to find another way, that is the ultimate question that begs an answer. But it's too late.

With a resolve forged in fire, I take a deep breath and plunge headfirst into the darkness, determined to reclaim the fragments of my shattered soul. Whether it be through the blade of a knife or the cunning of the mind, I'd make them pay for the pain they had inflicted.

Blad e

"Scarlett, What are you doing?" I ask, staring at her as she stands over Riley, covered in his blood; the knife she's holding coated in dark red. She grins, not moving from his dead body, no emotion on her face but her eyes pierce mine with a longing look.

"I told you I was going to get you guys back. I told you I wanted to go home," she says, moving closer as she lights a cigarette, coating the paper in blood.

"Where's Nixon?" I ask, looking around the apartment.

"Dead," she says calmly, taking a step back to reveal his dead body on the couch, slightly staggering on her feet as a grim expression washes over her face.

"Why, sinner?" I ask, pulling my knife out, her eyes widening, but not in fear

"Don't you feel the pills yet, Blade?" She grins devilishly and I realized I've been played.

My heart pounds in my chest, the realization hitting me like a freight train. Scarlett had been playing us all along, manipulating us with her sweet innocence and now, her true sinister nature had been unleashed. The sight of Nixon's and Riley's lifeless bodies and her nonchalant demeanor sends shivers down my spine.

I take a step back, my mind racing to find a way out of this nightmare. But as I glance around the blood-soaked apartment, it becomes clear that escape may not be an option. It's time to accept our fate.

The stench of blood and cigarettes fills the air, blending together in a sickening symphony. I can't help but feel a sense of dread as she takes another drag from her tainted cigarette. The red-tinged smoke dances around her, an eerie aura surrounding her wicked figure.

"Does it feel good, killer?" I manage to choke out, my voice trembling with hurt and confusion.

Scarlett's eyes gleam with satisfaction, reveling in the chaos she has orchestrated. "Yes and no," she replies without a hint of remorse, relishing in the destruction she has caused.

My heart sinks further, realizing the gravity of the situation. My mind races, desperately trying to make sense of the situation. How did I not see this coming? How could I have been so blind? My thoughts are interrupted by Scarlett's chilling laughter, piercing through the heavy silence.

Scarlett's grin widens, revealing her true nature. She takes a step closer, the cigarette hanging loosely from her blood stained fingers.

"Don't you feel the pills yet, guys?" she asks, her voice dripping with venom.

A rush of panic courses through my body as I realize the extent of her betrayal. The pills... she must have tampered with our medication, manipulating our minds to further her sick game. A wave of dizziness crashes over me, the room spinning as I struggle to stay upright. It all makes sense now. The hallucinations, the blurred reality. Scarlett had used our vulnerabilities against us, pushing us deeper into her wicked plan.

Scarlett

Blade looks at me and grins, twirling his knife around with his eyes on mine while Saint just stands there, unable to look away from his dead friends.

"I can't believe you did this, trouble."

"You were going to kill me first… but it doesn't matter, Saint."

I stare at Blade, my heart pounding in my chest. There's something unnerving about the way he holds that knife, his fingers dancing along its sharp edge. His grin widens, revealing a sinister glimmer in his eyes. A chill runs down my spine, fueling a mix of fear and curiosity. They don't know I'm dying, but I do.

"What's the matter, sinner?" Blade taunts, his voice dripping with malice. "Wanna play one more game?"

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. I refuse to show him any sign of weakness. With a defiant flicker in my eyes, I match his grin with one of my own.

"Oh, I'm definitely intrigued," I respond, my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands. "But I have a feeling this game isn't going to end well for you."

Blade chuckles, his confidence seemingly unwavering. He takes a step closer, his knife still twirling effortlessly in his grasp. The metallic glint of the blade catches the dim light, intensifying the tension in the room.

"Is that a threat, sinner?" he mocks, his voice laced with arrogance. "You seem to be forgetting where you are.."

With each word he utters, I can feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins. I know I'm stepping into dangerous territory, but there's no turning back now. I steady myself, channeling all my strength and determination.

"There's no way I can ever forget."

Blade's smug expression falters for a fraction of a second, his eyes flickering with a hint of doubt. It's enough to fuel my confidence further. I take a step forward, closing the distance between us.

For a moment, the room hangs in silence. Blade 's eyes meet mine, searching for any signs of weakness or hesitation. And then, unexpectedly, a smirk tugs at the corners of his lips.

"You're brave, I'll give you that," he finally responds, his voice low and contemplative.

Blade slowly lowers his knife, placing it on a nearby table. I exhale a sigh I didn't even realize I was holding, relieved that my gamble paid off, at least for now.

As the tension eases, we both understand that our clash is far from over. The ominous air hangs heavy around us, as if the room itself braces for the impending storm. We lock eyes once again, ready to continue this deadly duel of wits and wills.

"Let's take this into the room…" Saint says, grabbing my hand and dragging me away—and I let him.

As I lay there, fully aware that this moment could be the last time, I take a moment to savor the image of Blade and Saint's faces. Their features are imprinted in my mind, etching themselves into the depths of my memory.

Their hands explore my body with a skilled touch, eliciting a symphony of moans from within me. Every caress, every stroke, sends waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. My pussy responds eagerly, aching to be satisfied, leaving a wet trail on the bed sheet beneath me.

Their hard, throbbing cocks tease against my skin, their desire evident as they press against my legs. We're tangled together in a blissful mess of limbs and desire, consumed by a hunger that only intensifies with each passing moment.

Blade's words break through the haze of sensation, his voice dripping with longing.

"I want to fuck you again," he pleads, his eyes filled with a mix of desperation and lust .

Unable to resist his plea, I nod, my own desire urging me forward. But just as Blade's intentions become clear, Saint's voice interrupts with a question filled with hope.

"Me too? Like old times?" he asks, his eyes searching mine for a hint of affirmation. A mischievous smile plays on my lips as I meet his gaze.

"Of course," I smile, excitement lacing my voice. "Just like old times."

With that, the air crackles with anticipation as the three of us give in to our most primal desires, creating a memory that will linger long after this moment fades into the realm of the past.

Instead of our usual rough fucking, they take their time, kissing every part of my body as I stare up at them. I can feel the pills doing their damage to my insides, but I keep quiet, savoring the pleasure for the last time. I'm lifted onto Saint's cock and pushed down by Blade. He watches as I ride him, dragging my nails down his chest until I draw blood. Blade gets behind me, rubbing his hand over the curve of my ass before he slips it between and plunges his fingers inside me. My body jerks and my pussy clamps around Saint's cock, but I keep bouncing up and down, even as Blade slams into me.

The pain serves as a reminder that I'm still here—the pills haven't killed me yet.

"Fuck, sinner. This is fucking heaven…" Blade nips at my earlobe as he fucks me hard and wild from behind.

I shiver, still riding Saint, staring into his hazy eyes as he tries to hold on a little longer.

Knowing they're both dying, they fuck me like it too. With deep, brutal thrusts they pound their cocks into me, owning my pussy and ass in ways they never have before, and I let them. Feeling my climax building, I cling to them, gripping Saint's waist as I lean back against Blade, wanting this moment to last as long as possible. Feeling their cum begin to pour into me in hot spurts, I allow myself to let go, soaking Saint's cock one last time as my body shudders violently.

"I love you… both of you," I admit, sticky and sweaty, collapsing on the bed beside Saint as Blade drops next to me.

"So this is it, huh?" Saint rubs his eyes, feeling the drugs rushing through his body as he sinks onto the bed.

"Yeah... I had to end it and I heard you were going to kill me, so I wanted to beat you to it." They both look at me, slowly succumbing to the drugs overloading their system.

"I can't even be mad at you," Blade says, trying to smile.

"Yeah, but Riley drugged me too." They look at me in shock, not comprehending what I just said.

"What are you talking about?" Saint asks, his breathing labored. "I'm dying too..."

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I look at Saint's fading form. The weight of my actions weighs heavily on me, but there was no other way. I had to protect myself, even if it meant resorting to this extreme measure.

"I'm sorry, Saint," I whisper, my voice filled with remorse. "I couldn't let you go through with your plan. It was kill or be killed."

Blade, still struggling to process the situation, reaches out to me weakly. "Scar... why? Why did you have to drug us? We could have found another way."

Tears well up in my eyes as I realize the pain and confusion I've caused them. "I wish there was another way, Blade. But I knew there wasn't. It was the only way to ensure our safety. I had to protect myself, and I had to protect you too."

Saint clutches his chest, his breathing growing shallow. "What beautiful fucking irony, isn't it?"

I feel a lump forming in my throat as his words hit me like a punch to the gut.

"I never wanted it to come to this," I mumble, barely audible. "I was forced into a corner, and I made a choice. A terrible choice."

Blade' s eyes, clouded with the effects of the drugs, fill with a mixture of sadness and understanding. "Sinner, we understand. Survival can drive people to do unimaginable things."

As the drugs continue to overpower our bodies, I watch helplessly as our strength fades away, their once vibrant energy reduced to mere shadows. My heart aches at the sight, knowing that our bond will never be the same again.

But amidst the despair, a glimmer of hope flickers within me. Maybe, just maybe, there would be a chance we'd be going to the same place when we die.