EVANDER

I hate Christmas.

I absolutely despise this fucking holiday.

Well, if there’s one thing I like about this season, it has to be the cold. It reminds me that sometimes, the world can be just as cold as my heart that has slowly been turned into stone. I hate the sparkling lights, the joyous laughter, and especially the repetitive Christmas music that plays on the speakers wherever you go way before December 1st even hits.

Blow my brains out, it’s what I wish every time to do after hearing the blasted shit.

Like now.

Leaning against the hard brick wall in a darkened alley, I can hear music coming from the small convenience store a few feet away from me. I remain where I am so I’m not seen, sticking to the shadows like usual. I like it.

The darkness

The shadows.

When I’m here, nobody will see me. Nobody will know that I’m coming. Nobody will be able to run because the minute they realize what is about to happen, it won’t matter. They will be dead before they can even scream.

The weight of the gun in my jacket and the few blades strapped to my body ensure that they would never get away from me even if they fought back. A gun is my last resort although I do have a silencer on it. I prefer to get my hands dirty, and a blade will give me that rush.

That power.

I prefer being more hands on when I kill, using the sharp blade to slice the carotid in one swift movement. When I stare down at them as they look up at me, desperately trying to stop the bleeding, and the light that dims in their eyes. I revel on that sight, my balls tightening and my dick thickening in response.

I’m not sexually attracted to them. Fuck that.

But I might be a little addicted to death.

The murder part of it.

I had to hold back until I made it home, disposing of all the evidence before stepping into the shower. Once I’m sure that my hands are clean, my erect cock could no longer be ignored. I could only stroke my cock, and only a few jerks brought me to that release.

It was great.

Amazing almost.

But that intense feeling quickly faded.

It left me feeling almost empty, and that need to go out and kill would slowly fester inside of me until I locked onto my next target. I don’t kill randomly; no, that would be too easy. Every single person that I killed had something to do with the reason why I am the way I am now.

A CEO by day; a killer by night.

It started four years ago shortly after finishing my Master’s Program. Everything was great. Happy. I worked my ass off through University, especially my graduate program, to get to where I needed to be. Especially when I had numerous pieces of shit professors who didn’t give a damn about their students, just their paycheck.

But now it is worth it.

To Evander
From Mom
Congratulations, my sweet boy! We will be waiting for you at the house. Make sure to get there by five so we can head to the restaurant. Okay?

To Mom
From Evander
Of course. See you guys then.

Getting ready is the easy part for me, putting on my best clothes but still trying to not go overboard. An iron pressed long sleeved silk shirt tucked into black slacks, wearing my proper shoes. A gold Rolex on my wrist that had been gifted to me by my grandfather a few years before he died as a high school graduation present.

Did I expect him to get me a Rolex?

Hell no.

I don’t really think that I deserved it, but for whatever reason, he continued to be proud of me. He would tell me that if there’s any grandchild that he has the most hope in, it would be me.

Grandpa had been a major tycoon in his prime, but when my father made it evident that he didn’t want to take on the family business, he waited until I was old enough to ask if I wanted it. Back then, I wasn’t sure what to say, but I wanted to make him happy.

So I said yes.

I would take over the company as soon as I graduated my Master’s program. He still wanted me to live a little bit, to enjoy life while I finished school. He continued to lead the company but unfortunately two years before I was supposed to graduate, he died.

The company is mine now; I inherited after I graduated, but it is what happened beforehand that brought me down the path that I am now. 

Pulling up in front of Harris mansion, I put my Mercedes in park, noticing how there were multiple cars here that quite frankly, I didn’t recognize. Honestly at the time, I didn’t think much of it because I would only assume that someone in the family got a new car.

Fuck, I didn’t think that what I would see would be possible.

Motherfuckers.

When I walked into the mansion, I’m not so sure what I had been expecting but the smell was the first thing that hit me. Since I had been young, I had a strong sense of smell, and the metallic scent in the air had been all too familiar.

Blood.

A lot of blood.

But worst of all.

The complete silence.

Cautiously, I shut the door behind me, making sure that I’m not going to make a lot of noise. If there is someone still here, I don’t want to alert them to my presence.

Creeping down the hall, I’m careful of my every step, knowing which path will make the most sound. As I’m heading towards the main dining area, that’s when I start to hear it.

The muffled noises.

Are those moans?

Whimpers?

I’m not entirely sure what I’m hearing but I don’t like it. Every part of my being is screaming for me to run away and never look back.

Just who or what is waiting for me?

“EVANDER!”

I freeze almost immediately when I realize Elaine is screaming my name, the torturous sound in her voice like nothing I have ever heard before. A loud whack echoes through the hair and her small cry of pain, and I know she had been hit.

Son of a bitch.

Someone else is here.

I don’t think now. Charging forward, I burst through those doors, witnessing a sight that I would never wish upon my worst enemy. My parents are on the floor, mom in dad’s arms and a pool of blood surrounds them. But it’s the other sight I see that makes my blood run hot.

A group of men surround the table, and I can see the shaking of one’s hips and what looks to be flailing legs. I can’t move, staring at the scene in horror and rage when I realize just exactly what they are doing to Elaine.

“MOTHERFUCKERS!”

They jump, obviously not having heard me barge in due to what they were doing to her. I see every one of their faces, engraving it in my mind. I don’t stop this time though, my fist connecting with one of the bastard’s faces. Every punch makes contact, knocking them back, seeing much more of them than I ever wanted to see.

I rip the man off of Elaine, quickly pulling her naked body off of the table. She trembles with fear, clinging to me, and the liquids coating her body that sets my blood on fire. I whip towards the bastards, keeping my eyes off of my parents, knowing that this isn’t a time to break down.

“What the fuck is going on here?” I snarl, wishing that I had a gun to slaughter the motherfuckers as they get dressed, “who the fuck are y’all?”

One of the dudes raised his hands who had gotten dressed first, shaking his head, “sorry, bud, we were instructed to come here and do… This.”

Shrugging off my jacket, I wrap it around Elaine who quickly covers herself, “you mean rape my sister and kill my parents? Seriously?”

He shakes his head, “no, we didn’t kill the parents… Just…”

His eyes slide to Elaine and I spit out, “keep your fucking eyes off of her!”

Sliding my phone out from my pocket, I hand it to Elaine.

“Call 911.” I tell her softly, not taking my eyes off of the bastard as I grip the knife on the table, “let them know that they are going to bring the coroner down here as well.”

They try to run, but I’m quicker.

I don’t know if it is just because of the tension running through my body or even the high, but I don’t blink as I sink the knife straight into the bastard’s neck. He screams like a pig right before I rip the knife out, his blood splattering everywhere, his artery completely shredded. I love it; I’m not going to even deny it. I love watching them die.

I want to kill every one of them.

One closest to me tries to lunge for the knife, but he is stupid. I sink the blade straight into his chest, right where his heart would be. I can hear Elaine on the phone, talking to 911, and one of the bastards is trying to advance on her while others are running out of the dining hall. I know I should go after them, but I can only think about protecting Elaine.

As he goes to attack her and rip the phone out of her hands, I tackle him from behind and drink the blade so hard into his skull that it completely penetrates to the hilt of the handle. He’s dead on impact, but when I look up to go after the others, they are already gone.

The bastards got away.

Elaine stares down at me, tears welled in her eyes, and her bottom lip wobbles as she fights back from crying. I can hear the dispatcher speaking to her, but Elaine is only looking down at me. She doesn’t say anything, but I don’t think any words could be said.

Elaine had been traumatized.

They did completely disgusting things to her, and some of them got away. I know their faces, and since we have cameras, I’ll be able to get their faces.

They aren’t going to get away with this.

“Evander.” Elaine whispers, kneeling down and wrapping her arms around me, and that’s when I realize that I’m trembling, “it’s okay. I’m okay… You saved me.”

I exhale slowly, shaking my head, “but I didn’t save you… I couldn’t kill them all.”

Resting her cheek on my shoulder, she sighs, and I know she is looking at our parents, “what did we do to deserve this, Evander? Who could be so cruel?”

My resolve tightens, and the beast rages inside of me. He craves blood.

He wants death.

He is going to destroy everything that has stood in my way.

He is going to be merciless.

“FUCK!”

I’m broken out of my past thoughts when I hear the ding coming from the convenience store and someone walking out. Someone all too familiar. Someone whose face has been engraved in my mind for a long time now. 

Timothy Franklin.

A sick son of a bitch.

One of the bastards who raped my sister and traumatized her. To this day, Elaine is still afraid of being alone, but now that she has her bodyguard / boyfriend, Damon, she’s doing better, but it still took her years to get to this point. 

And he’s part of the reason.

Stumbling out of the convenience store, Timothy braces himself against the brick wall, hiccuping from no doubt too much booze. I can practically smell it rolling off of him in waves, wrinkling my nose in disgust as there’s also a putrid scent of cigarettes.

Seems to me like my little target has a bit of an addiction problem.

No biggie.

It’ll be dealt with soon enough.

Creeping along the wall, my hood pulled up, because if there is a camera that catches me, they won’t be able to see my face. My hand is wrapped tight around the handle of my switchblade that is deep in my pocket.

One easy click and the blade will be released to do what must be done.

It’s not so hard anymore.

After killing the bastards that I could that day our parents died, the high was gone. After I knew who I needed to track down, I did so one by one. 

The first kill had been the hardest. 

Now, it’s nothing to me.

He turns down a smaller alleyway which is even better. Now, there will be nowhere for him to run or hide, and when he tries to escape, he will have to run straight to me.

He doesn’t notice me, but I can see the upcoming street and the people walking past. If he gets out there, it is possible that he will be able to run from me if he realizes that he is being tailed. I didn’t realize there was an opening at the end of this alley, or I would have dealt with him sooner.

Quickening my pace, I keep my eyes locked on him as I pull out the blade, the soft click echoing through the darkness as the blade is released. Timothy pauses, making me freeze and press myself back against the wall as he slowly glances over his shoulder, scanning his surroundings. For a brief second, I worry that he did see me, but his gaze passes over where I am before he turns back ahead.

It’s now or never.

My feet take me forward, as silent as can be, but I don’t even try to hide that I am coming up on him. He freezes once more, probably realizing what is happening now, but I don’t care.

I’m not going to try to hide it.

I want him to be afraid.

Slamming into him from behind, I don’t let him scream as I slice the blade quickly across his throat, his hot blood gushing onto my hand. 

Pinning his body to the ground, it’s not so hard to do, but thankfully I can barely hear the soft gurgling escaping his lips as he tries to say something, but the blood pooling from the wound is quickly erraticating his pathetic life.

But it’s not enough.

I straddle his back as I raise the switchblade once more, this gleeful feeling coursing through my veins as I drive the blade right into the base of his skull. I’m not so certain he can feel it, but I rip it out, blood and brains going everywhere, before driving right back inside.

I’m not sure how many times I struck him. I don’t think that I could count even if I wanted to.

I continued to revel in the feeling, this sick feeling of satisfaction coursing through my body that demands for me to completely destroy him.

If I hadn’t been locked in my messed up mind, I would have realized that we were not alone. That an even bigger monster had approached, as quiet as night itself, and stared down at the mess that I had made.

The mess that I am.

“Well, I guess that I wasn’t expecting this.” His deep, husky voice penetrates my thoughts, and my head snaps up immediately.

A man stands there, only his silhouette outlined by the light that comes from the street. He’s tall and broad, that much I can tell, and I know he is looking straight down at me.

There’s no hiding what I have done. The blade is still buried deep in the bastard’s skull, and his blood stains my hands. My cock is hard, pressing against the zipper of my jeans, and I suppose a part of me thought that someone catching me doing this would have turned me off.

The thrill of killing would be overtaken.

But fuck no.

My cock is even more erect realizing that I had been watched. That this person had seen me kill and isn’t doing anything about it.

I never wanted to bring in the innocent, but if he caught me killing Timothy, then I’m destined to be thrown into prison. I’m not ready for that. There’s still too many bastards for me to kill, and until I’ve taken each and every one of their lives, I won’t allow myself to get caught.

In the blink of an eye, I’m off of Timothy and lunging towards the bastard who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

My blade will take another life.