.....Marko stood up abruptly, with a firm voice he shouted that he was done with this bullshit. He glared at me with eyes brimming with hatred and anger. I smirked and began to laugh. 'Marko', I calmly said as the room went still. 'I thought I told you not to stand up ? it seems you don't take my words serious Marko'. 'Well you did push my hand, no; you just pulled the trigger'. Almost Immediately, the sound of glass shattering with a bang resounded across the room.
Two faces froze in horror while one smirked at the background. The sound of blood spurting out of a small but visible hole as the white dress clinging to the female body turned crimson red slowly. Marko she muttered softly amidst the blood forcing its way out of her slightly parted lips, flowed out of her mouth and unto the table. Her eyes slowly lost its light, as the iris became duller, her pupils dilated and her limbs became flexible. Her eyelids fluttered for a second before been forced shut.
Marko face was wide in shock and horror, he didn't expect what just happened. No, there's no way she's dead. He watched her body slowly slid off the chair and fell down close to that of her children; her arms wrapped around the youngest child and held it tightly for a moment, before letting go and becoming loose. It seemed in the final moment she wanted to be with her children. Marko was mentally breaking down, I could see it in his face.
The look of hatred and anger, slowly turning to shock and horror. Then comes the terror and despair; terror that you just lost your children and wife. Despair, that there's nothing he could do about it. Absolutely nothing. He screamed and shouted as tears streamed down his eyes. I calmly reached out for the pistol and tucked it in.
This was a movie I would love to watch. Grabbing some bars of chocolate from a plate, I calmly ate it as I watched my most anticipated scene from the past week; Marko losing his mind, Marko slowly drowning in insanity. He kept on screaming and pulling his hair until it seemed he lost his voice as no audible words could be heard and pieces of hair could be felt in his hands as some parts of his scalp began to bleed lightly. 'How does it feel Marko!' I shouted. 'Great huh!' I screamed as my left eye accidentally popped out and landed on my plate.
'ohh, an eye for desert' I chuckled in amusement. ' Look what we have here Marko, I actually forgot about this eye. I mean you did miss my head for my eye, I guess I'm a cockroach after all' I laughed out loud. 'But today ain't about my eye Marko, today's all about you Marko, all about you and the need to get cleansed from your sins'.
Having finished the light snack, I stood up as I watched him seated on the floor, hugging his knees and saying the words 'this is not real' fast. I smirked as I stared at him. If only he knew he was mirroring my actions of that day he killed Annie, when I fled the scene as the cops were on their way and found myself in my bathroom till the next day slowly picking those words. I wanted him to feel what I felt, I wanted him to know what it feels like to lose the most precious humans you hold dear to heart. I wanted him to break, crumble before turning to dust. Only then would my soul which screamed for vegenance every night be appeased.
Slowly I walked towards him, after popping a pill into my mouth and tucking my wrapped eye in my pocket. My footsteps echoed throughout the house like I was walking on a wet ground. It made swish sounds as I neared him. he was staring at his family wide eyed, shivering and still telling himself, that it wasn't real. 'It's real' , he kept on muttering. I stared at him, delight spread across my face for a moment before annoyance replaced it. 'He broke too fast' I muttered. He should have still held on. He shouldn't have crumbled after the death of his family, he should have still remained strong, aren't you a strong man Marko, I screamed as I got on top of him and began to punch his face, screaming and shouting. He took my punches like a champ, as he didn't put up a fight or even a guard. he layed down on the ground like a defeated man as I pummeled him to my heart contents. No, no matter how I punched him, it wouldn't be equal to the pain he caused me. And he wasn't like a defeated man, but he was a defeated man. A defeated man had no will to fight and there was no way I would be having that cause I wasn't done with him. I still wanted to punish him, now that he had felt my pain, it was time for his punishment, thus I wasn't done with him yet.
Slowly I crouched towards his head, my mouth near his ears. If you never missed the shot, or better still never pulled the trigger, I wouldn't be here. You would still be having breakfast with your lovely children while your pretty wife smiles at you for properly fulfilling your manly duties as a good husband, but then there they are. Your children, still dead. Your wife bleeding on the floor like a gutted pig, her eyes slowly draining of colour. You ? Reduced to a pathetic form, a broken mind. The Great Marko, feared around the city now sobbing here like a toddler who got spanked by his mama. I would be at the police station, you know, where your legal goons are at. Catch me at the circus station, where the blue toys are at, that's if you want your revenge.