Warning:
Reality is stranger than fiction...
An Uproar on Flipside part ten
Conclusion
John just gave Rebecca a grin and lowered his eyes. "Brad if you even look at the riffle funny; Michelle here will shoot you." He laughed sardonically and put the machine-gun down on the table. "Hey baby how are you doing? Good I hope. Have a nice day?" Rebecca was in shock. She didn’t know what to say. Matt lied not even 5 feet away in a pool of his own blood made worst by her sister’s own bullets. Amanda she never cared much for but this… Jody didn’t say anything either. She just looked from John to Brad to John again and then to Michelle pointing the gun in her general direction. "I… I thought you were dead John… I mean…" Rebecca was stumbling on her words trying to seize the severity of the moment. "You stupid bitch. For weeks now John has been telling you that things were going to change soon. You just were too dumb to see it weren’t you?" Michelle answered her She shot a few times into the ground at Brad’s feet just to see him jump and laughed out loud. "Easy there butthead, next one is in your dumbfucked head." Brads eyes were now fixated on her. He recognized her voice from the radio slowly counting down Heather’s last moments. "It was you wasn’t it? You killed Heather you cunt. I loved her I…" "Shut up Brad no one is interested in your stupid little romance. If you can call it that. It lasted what? 4 seconds? She seemed pretty when she yelled out your name as her carcass burned Brad, I made sure of it." Michelle replied. John looked at Becca and asked her: "So baby, I think we need to talk… we should start seeing other people. We’re done. I mean give me a few minutes and you and the others can be together again. I don’t like messy break ups. And besides you and your sister wear the same size, she keeps nagging about getting more shoes and underwear you don’t mind do you?" "You’re both sick fucks you deserve each other. But tell me this John why? Why kill all your best friends? Why are you doing this to me? And who was it that was crucified in our apartment?" John pulled out a cigarette from his jacket and lit it. John had quit smoking when they had both moved in together or so she thought. She knew he sometimes lighted up when he was writing here, especially when facing a deadline. Stress made him smoke sometimes. Was he stressed now she thought? The shitface grin on his face contradicted that idea. He was relishing his moment. He had finally become a character of his own work. "Well let’s see..." He said as he walked down the steps towards her. "Bradley walk over towards Becca and Jody over there wont you?" Brad walk in front of John, following instructions never loosing sight of Michelle whom stared at him with a wicked smile. When Brad had finally reached the two women who were there he realized that he was standing in a military style line up. He wasn’t afraid though. He would rather be dead and back with Heather than alive without her. Jody was quivering, shaking like a leaf. She was afraid and tears were forming in her eyes. One of the men she loved the most was standing here in front of her with a machine-gun ready to kill her. Her friendship with him and Becca was what made her life seem easier. If John and Becca could make it then so could she and Rick. Oh Rick… Thank god he and Nessa were together visiting his folks in Missouri. She would survive this wouldn’t she? John approached Rebecca and looked her in the eyes. He smirked and blew the contents of his nicotine filled lungs into her face. She tried desperately not to let him see her cough but failed miserably. He laughed very loudly and started to speak to all of them: "So you want to know why? Why I did all these things? I’ll tell you why Rebecca- because I got tired of the game. The sick games all of you play. The "holier than thou" shit you all try and pass up for the truth. I fell in love with your sister. And she does things for me you could only tell me about on the phone. You may have a dirty mind Becca, but she is the real thing. And she likes it that way too. She didn’t mind sharing me with Amanda like you did. She actually encouraged it. And besides it was fun. I liked seeing you all scream. Most of it is on videotape. I loved the look in your eyes Jody when you all saw Trevor hanging from the wall. Yes, that was Trevor, doesn’t he look just like me only younger?" To which he added another rant of hysterical laughter. "He had to die didn’t he babe?" he asked Michelle. "I mean how else were we both to be together if all of you were still here? And besides… you’re all a bunch of fucking feuders anyway. Whose drama is next? Who is fucking who, where, what and how?" Brad spoke up and said: "You forgot ‘when’…" "Shut the fuck up boy!" He said as he extinguished his cigarette into Brad’s eyelid. Brad held the scream in his throat... he would not give this asshole the satisfaction of seeing him react. "Good man Brad, finally toughening up I see. So to continue, you all just don’t deserve to live. None of you do. So this is the final solution, the ultimate answer to all the drama. Your little soap opera ends tonite."
He called for Michelle to walk down from the porch and come along side of him. She skipped her way over to him passing the severed head that rested next to Melissa’s body and said "Hey there Tim. What’s up? Ha!" Whom they had killed a few days ago to try out all their new weaponry which was so readily available this side of the border. She leaned onto him and kissed his softly on the cheek. "So whose first babe?" she asked. "Hmm lets see… Brad here deserves a break… he took that cigarette like a man. Jojo? Batter up sweetie!" A look of horror filled her eyes and as she was about to open her mouth a small circular hole appeared in the center of her forehead and blood started to drip down from it into her eyes. She stood there for a minute before her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she crumbled first to her knees and onto the ground. Rebecca screamed and tried to move to Jody’s aide. All sounds seemed blocked from her head as the echo from the gun still rang hard. Jody’s falling body seemed to be in slow motion. Frame by fractured frame it fell down and hit the ground. Michelle kicked her back with one heel to her midsection and raised the gun again. Becca fell down on hands and knees and looked straight into her sister’s eyes. Then right into the barrel of her gun. She saw Michelle’s finger tense on the trigger. "Bye sis, by the way I have bigger boobs." Rebecca closed her eyes and awaited the ending impact. She heard the shot and someone scream "SHIT!!!" Rebecca opened her eyes and saw Brad lying on his side holding himself in the abdomen facing her. "I couldn’t let you die Becca… Get up and run Nags!" he said and he kicked out Michelle’s legs from under her and she fell right on top of John and dragged him down with her.
As soon as John got up to his feet he pulled Michelle back onto hers. Brad got up to and Rebecca hadn’t run away. She dove straight for Michelle and body slammed her to the ground. Brad swung for John’s head but he quickly dodged and threw a punch to his kidneys. Rebecca grabbed Michelle by the wrist and hit her hand against a rock till she dropped the gun. Brad fell to one knee and gave John a quick shot to the balls. He cursed under his breath. Michelle grabbed her sister by the hair and rolled her underneath her. Straddling her and trapping an arm under her knee. Brad got up and kicked John once to the head since he was kneeling forwards. John staggered and fell. Never did have good balance. Rebecca pulled out a knife she had taken with her from her kitchen and plunged it between Michelle’s breasts. "The bigger they are the easier it is to find your heart between them bitch." She said. John rolled over onto his back and pulled out a gun from his waistband under his coat in the back and shot quickly two shots into Brad’s heart. Michelle crumbled onto Rebecca. She was trying to free herself from under her. Brad’s eyes went wide and he fell backwards dropping the rock he had just picked up to bash John’s brains in. Michelle’s body was crushing the air out of Rebecca’s lungs. She was gasping for air. John got up on one knee and slowly went to see Rebecca’s eyes peering into his. She tried to speak but she couldn’t. She tried to inhale but it would not come in. She was having her last asthma attack and she would never have one again. Her face turned white then a pale shade of blue. Her eyes rolled back and glazed over. She died gasping for the air to tell John she was pregnant. He would never know.
John wiped the blood from his nose. Brad might have fractured it he didn’t know. He walked back towards the house and lit another cigarette. "You know those things are bad for you right sir?" "Ah… Mr. Boot! How good to see you dear friend. If you could lend a hand?" Mr. Boot stood on the porch arms crossed. "I heard your little speech earlier sir. One problem though… John 8:7 says: "He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her." Are you that man sir? How do you fare in the eyes of Christ our lord and savior? Aren’t you an atheist anyway sir? Who are you to judge them for their sins sir?" "Look Boot, I didn’t hire you to lecture me. Now clean up this mess and let me finish the last chapter of my book. I pay you well enough to not have to hear this shit right now." "Sir I cant let you go sir. You’re right sir. You all deserved to die sir. Goodbye sir" Were the last words John would hear as a bullet flew from Mr. Boot’s gun directly to the dark heart in his chest. The bullet crossed his body after exploding his heart and crashed into the ground behind him. The impact knocked him down and backwards. "You have been booted sir. You all have."
~the end~
