WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS VERY DARK. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE DARK STUFF, I ADVICE YOU TO SKIP THE CHAPTER. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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"... And you know what happened with Aimi."
Castiel didn't believe what Kirk said. That sentence was playing over and over in his head, and moreover, Kirk's tone of voice while saying it hinted that he was proud of what he did.
"Monster."
"Huh… Didn't quite catch you."
"MONSTER. MURDERER. ANIMAL. PIG-"
Kirk put his foot on Castiel's mouth, not letting him continue any longer. Castiel tried and tried to get up but Kirk overpowered him in pure strength.
"You know…" Kirk put the knife that he was holding on Castiel's cheek. "I don't like being called names, to escape from a person like you."
Pushing the knife deeper and deeper, Kirk drew some of Castiel's blood.
"I don't even know you are still alive. With the amount of blood gushing out of you, there is no reason you should be even conscious. I call BS."
He was right, with the amount of blood he was losing. There would be no way he should even be conscious. Even Castiel himself didn't know how he was alive.
His vision started to get blurry, he started to get tired, and his consciousness was slipping away. Giving one final effort, Castiel surprised Kirk by the sudden movement and tried to run away through the front door. Hoping that someone on the street can help.
"Not so fast."
Kirk immediately caught up to Castiel and pinned him down on the floor. There was no resistance for Kirk, he was simply too weak and tired to even stand a chance against him.
"Let's see how long you survive now."
Kirk pervertedly licked his lips and moved both of his hands to Castiel's neck. He started to apply force to Castiel's neck, forcing him to cough violently.
Kicking and punching were all that Castiel could do
His eyes started to roll back, foam was coming out of his mouth.
"H-help…"
And then… the gasping for air stopped. Kirk released his hand free from Castiel's neck and checked for a pulse. Nothing. He checked on Castiel's hand. Nothing. And he also checked on his chest. No Breathing or heartbeat.
Castiel… was dead.
And then something snapped in Kirk. He looked at his hand with which he just killed a person. And then he looked at the knife he stabbed both Aimi and Castiel.
Quickly getting up, Kirk went straight to the bathroom and started to throw up. He sat down next to the toilet and just sat there.
"W-What did I just do?"
His eyes were colorless and his hands were shaking nonstop. His breathing was starting to be irregular. And tears started to drip down from his eyes onto the bathroom floor. He just killed his wife and Castiel.
The tears kept coming and coming, there seemed no end to them.
"WHY?!?! WHY DID I DO THIS?!?!?"
I know why, he was blinded by rage and anger. During these few months, he filled his mind with very pessimistic ideas about the relationship between both Aimi and Castiel. His anger and jealousy was growing each and every day while seeing how perfect the two looked together.
After all, who wouldn't get jealous at their partner having a suspiciously fun time with their friend? And then day all that anger and jealousy took over his body. Which caused him to do all the horrible acts he did that day.
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Kirk got up from the bathroom floor after crying for what seemed like an eternity. He looked at the door while readying himself to leave the bathroom. His shaking hand went to open the door, but he hesitated in this action.
If he opened the door, he would have to face the sin he has just committed. And in his state right now, he didn't want to see the bodies.
"What do I do?"
Kirk leaned against the door and slid down till his butt hit the ground. He pulled his legs in a fetal position making him look vulnerable, and frankly, he was.
He thought about what to do. He could turn himself in and pay for his sins. He could run away from the country and start a new life somewhere else.
But then, he heard a voice.
"Kirk, you can also use me to escape from your problems."
Startled by the faint voice, Kirk immediately looked at the direction of the voice. He was scared, after all, there was no one else in the house. He got up and looked intently around the bathroom.
"Over here you dummy. *Giggle*"
Kirk looked at the owner of the voice. And it was the knife? The bloody knife of the damned man sitting there.
"If you need an easy way out from this problem just use me."
The knife had a point, Kirk could always just kill himself and end his misery.
"Just pick me up and do the deed."
As if being controlled, Kirk got up and moved towards the knife. He grabbed the handle and put it up to his neck.
"I could just always take the easy way out. Right?"
Tears were coming out of his eye sockets, he didn't want to end his life but it was the easiest way out of the situation.
"Yes, it is okay to do this," The knife was trying to convince Kirk to take his life. "You will feel no pain, it will be instant. And then you can rest for all of eternity. All it takes is one movement, a simple swipe to the right."
"I'm sorry, Aimi and Castiel."
*SHING*