Blood for Blood
The Plan

The autumn wind is brisk and chilly across my already chilled skin. Some of the feeling is starting to return to my empty body. I register that I feel hungry, but I don’t really care. I don’t think I’ve had anything to eat since I found Aurora sprawled out on the cold unforgiving ground three days ago.

Normally I wouldn’t have ever done something as reckless as this. But I just spent the day putting my Chosen into the cold hard ground and dealing with people who wanted to say “how sorry they were,” or “It will get better.” Then there were the idiots who said “I would get over her, and I should move on with my life." Some lunatic even said, "She would want me to be happy…” WHO FREAKIN’ SAYS THAT TO A MAN WHO JUST LOST HIS WORLD?!? Like I had a life worth living after this…

But it doesn’t matter now. Nothing matters except finding a killer.

I waited up until after midnight to attempt my little B&E. I wore gloves, my black hoodie and ski mask, along with my dark jeans. Not that it matters, I turned invisible as soon as I reached the building. If the security cameras caught me, they wouldn’t be able to pick out which delinquent was trying to steal the knife back.

I take a lock pick and break in through the front door, and shut it quickly. Don’t need some random person on the street seeing a door opening on its own when it’s supposed to be locked, then calling the cops. That would ruin everything!

Thankfully the precinct was only working on one case right now. Rory’s.

I managed to grab the knife from evidence. Whatever “evidence” they managed to collect on the knife would have to be enough, because I doubted someone would be stupid enough to leave fingerprints, or we would have already captured the slimeball.

I take the knife, slip out of the station without the alarm going off, and make a run for it.

All the way to the park bench. Right to where Aurora had been.

I pull out my shirt from my backpack, the one I'd worn earlier in the day. I rip it to shreds. Then pull out the knife and a disinfectant wipe and carefully clean the blade. Not that I’m worried about contamination of the knife or myself at this point.

Then I pull my sleeve back and slice into my forearm, letting the blood drip over my shirt and the blade of the knife; which I drop on the ground, just like it had been with Aurora.

Not quite ready to die yet, I also pull out a bandage and wrap it around my arm until it can heal itself. I don’t have the energy to heal right now, so it will have to wait.

Having accomplished my brash decision, I go invisible.

I distantly comprehend that my parents don’t deserve what I’m about to put them through. I know Aurora’s parents are as much of a wreck as I am. I love my parents, and I don't want them to hurt. But I will also come back… At which point they might actually kill me for pulling a stunt like this.

But then again, I was promised my revenge and if this is the only way I can think of to get it, then this is what I’m gonna do. Admittedly, I may not be thinking straight, and probably should have waited until I was at least in the right mindset… But I didn’t know how long that would take. It might never happen! And this had to be done.

I’ve never considered planning my own death, or what it would do to the people who are left out of this crazy plan. But to tell the truth, I didn’t know who to trust, and if it would have messed up the results. I could have told my parents, but I don’t know if they would have tried to stop me. I could have gone to Kenneth, and he might have helped me get the knife, and help me stage my own murder… But there is nothing that I can do about it now. I’ve already done it!

All I can do now is wait and see if the killer reveals himself to me.

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