Would You Help Me?

"Hey Alex, if I wanted to kill someone, would you help?"

He spoke casually, blowing out smoke from his cigarette.

"Of course dude." I replied. "I'd do anything for you, you're my best friend."

Damon had always sorta been a weird guy who'd ask things hypothetically, so in my head this didn't seem like too odd of a question.

"Great. Come on then."

He stood up out of his chair, throwing his cancer stick, and stomping it out.

"What-" I couldn't even finish my sentence as he had already grabbed my arm and pulled me out of my chair. Before I knew it, we were in his car, and I was holding a bat, "Damon, what the hell are we doing? Are we seriously about to kill someone?!"

The way Damon stared at me was practically an answer on its own. It felt so cold, so empty…. Now, listen, Damon's a pretty small guy, about 5'4, scrawny- but at this moment . . . he genuinely intimidated me.

"You said you'd do anything for me, didn't you?"

My heart began to pound a lot faster when he said that- he was serious, "Is that some kind of joke or something…? Don't you think you're taking this a bit far?"

"Are you implying what you said was a lie?"

He took his left hand off the wheel and reached to his side

"No- no, that's not what I'm saying!" I spat out quickly, I couldn't see what he was reaching for… but I had a bad feeling. I mean, if we're going to kill someone, he probably had a weapon too. "I just wanted to know if you're seriously. . . ya know. Killing someone's a pretty serious thing."

"Good, good…I wouldn't want to- actually, nevermind, just keep your word please."

What the hell had gotten into Damon? He never seemed like the type to genuinely want to kill someone! When it came down to it, he'd always walk away from conflicts given the chance so where the hell is this coming from? "Uh…can I ask who we're killing, and why?"

"A piece of shit. He's hurt a lot of people, one of those people being my sister."

I could see his hand grip around the wheel much tighter. It was clear whatever this guy did, it was nothing small.

"Why not call the police, then?" Suddenly, the car stopped, I hadn't even paid attention to the ride. I looked up, seeing some kind of old warehouse.

"Prison is far too good for that man."