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Adult +
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27
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16
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
12
"No I won't surrender, At any cost, You're something so sweet and tender, From my heart. Yes I've done my evil, I've done my good, Just believe me honey, I won't let go of you. You are the one, And there's no regrets at all, You are the one, And there's no regrets at all..."
I couldn't stop listening to this song, just couldn't! Before Ryan and Jonne went to Finland to be with Ville, who's daughter I'd learned, had cancer and was in hospital, Jonne told me that Ville had written the song for his baby before she was born. He'd clearly loved the life carried by his girlfriend before it had even been born...that just blew me away. I wish my dad had loved me that much..he would have stayed...mom would be alive....
They'd moved, moved their meeting place, but now I knew were, where they meet, where they collected the goods... The house was old, abandoned, yet owner by the head of the gang. That's why nobody ever checked it out...he pays the rent, the bills, keeps it looking tidy from the outside. No one suspects a thing...
Friday nights, midnight, that's when the gang members collected their goods and left payment for the boss. He was never there in person...just in case...if they all got arrested, he could just find others. Most of them hung out until 3 or 4am, taking their own share of the drugs, drinking, having sex... it was the perfect time to strike. When I say strike, I don't mean go in there with a gun...there'd be dozens of them, I am not that stupid, I'd die before I was five steps in. No, this would be a carefully planned arson attack. This was the best solution for so many reasons, and I'm surprised that I'd even thought of it.
A) I'd get rid of most of the gang responsible for my mothers death in one go
B) Most of the evidence would be destroyed
C) The gang would lose a lot of money
and best of all, D) The gang leader would pay off the fire department, making them say that the fire was an accident - to cover up his own tracks.
I could get away with it so easily...I just had to be careful.
Friday, during the day, that's when I started. The house would be empty, and the neighbours wouldn't report a break in there out of a mixture of fear, pay-offs and the fact that it was pretty common place to see the house being broken into.
Once in, I knew I didn't have long to spread petrol around the house. I had to get some in every room. Luckily I had brought a lot... 3 Rooms in, and I hear someone else in the house. I almost jump out of my skin at the sound of glass breaking and light footsteps gently padding their way in and out of each room, and so I leap into a near by cupboard.
"Bam..?" A voice asks...its Melinda. Shit. I decide I better come out of my hiding place. She walks into the room, spots me, and comes over to me with a determined look on her face. "I know what your doing Bam...and I'm here to help. Don't protest, I'll only go to the police...besides....I have my own score to settle with this gang..." Her voice trailed off, and she became lost in thought. I nudge her, give her a questioning look. "The gang leader...is an ex of mine...he tried to murder me..."
"Fuck Melinda...why didn't he kill you? He's not the sort to just give up!" I question, knowing full well that he doesn't. Knowing full well that he makes sure a job is done...
"He mistook my twin sister for me...well...his hit-men did....they told him it was me to cover...so did my parents....they lied about who died, just so he wouldn't come after me..." Tears spring to Melinda's eyes, and, out of instinct rather than love, I pull her into my arms.
"Come on...we have to work quickly...you can never tell when anyone will arrive..." I tell her, grasping her shoulders firmly. With a nod, we get back to work, and are done sooner than I thought - thank god!
We sit in the park, across from the house, just watching, waiting...until darkness falls. Slowly, one by one, the gang appears. By midnight, I'm positive the whole gang is there. And so I take my plan into action. Walking up to the front door, I put a petrol soaked cloth through the letter box, set it alight, and run. Flames appear in seconds, and the fire spreads. After less that a minute, the flames reach the cupboard full of petrol....and the house explodes in a ball of flames and smoke.... Screams of terror and pain can be heard, but its too late for the gang. Their dead. Just like my mother.
I couldn't stop listening to this song, just couldn't! Before Ryan and Jonne went to Finland to be with Ville, who's daughter I'd learned, had cancer and was in hospital, Jonne told me that Ville had written the song for his baby before she was born. He'd clearly loved the life carried by his girlfriend before it had even been born...that just blew me away. I wish my dad had loved me that much..he would have stayed...mom would be alive....
They'd moved, moved their meeting place, but now I knew were, where they meet, where they collected the goods... The house was old, abandoned, yet owner by the head of the gang. That's why nobody ever checked it out...he pays the rent, the bills, keeps it looking tidy from the outside. No one suspects a thing...
Friday nights, midnight, that's when the gang members collected their goods and left payment for the boss. He was never there in person...just in case...if they all got arrested, he could just find others. Most of them hung out until 3 or 4am, taking their own share of the drugs, drinking, having sex... it was the perfect time to strike. When I say strike, I don't mean go in there with a gun...there'd be dozens of them, I am not that stupid, I'd die before I was five steps in. No, this would be a carefully planned arson attack. This was the best solution for so many reasons, and I'm surprised that I'd even thought of it.
A) I'd get rid of most of the gang responsible for my mothers death in one go
B) Most of the evidence would be destroyed
C) The gang would lose a lot of money
and best of all, D) The gang leader would pay off the fire department, making them say that the fire was an accident - to cover up his own tracks.
I could get away with it so easily...I just had to be careful.
Friday, during the day, that's when I started. The house would be empty, and the neighbours wouldn't report a break in there out of a mixture of fear, pay-offs and the fact that it was pretty common place to see the house being broken into.
Once in, I knew I didn't have long to spread petrol around the house. I had to get some in every room. Luckily I had brought a lot... 3 Rooms in, and I hear someone else in the house. I almost jump out of my skin at the sound of glass breaking and light footsteps gently padding their way in and out of each room, and so I leap into a near by cupboard.
"Bam..?" A voice asks...its Melinda. Shit. I decide I better come out of my hiding place. She walks into the room, spots me, and comes over to me with a determined look on her face. "I know what your doing Bam...and I'm here to help. Don't protest, I'll only go to the police...besides....I have my own score to settle with this gang..." Her voice trailed off, and she became lost in thought. I nudge her, give her a questioning look. "The gang leader...is an ex of mine...he tried to murder me..."
"Fuck Melinda...why didn't he kill you? He's not the sort to just give up!" I question, knowing full well that he doesn't. Knowing full well that he makes sure a job is done...
"He mistook my twin sister for me...well...his hit-men did....they told him it was me to cover...so did my parents....they lied about who died, just so he wouldn't come after me..." Tears spring to Melinda's eyes, and, out of instinct rather than love, I pull her into my arms.
"Come on...we have to work quickly...you can never tell when anyone will arrive..." I tell her, grasping her shoulders firmly. With a nod, we get back to work, and are done sooner than I thought - thank god!
We sit in the park, across from the house, just watching, waiting...until darkness falls. Slowly, one by one, the gang appears. By midnight, I'm positive the whole gang is there. And so I take my plan into action. Walking up to the front door, I put a petrol soaked cloth through the letter box, set it alight, and run. Flames appear in seconds, and the fire spreads. After less that a minute, the flames reach the cupboard full of petrol....and the house explodes in a ball of flames and smoke.... Screams of terror and pain can be heard, but its too late for the gang. Their dead. Just like my mother.