The air felt thick as Jake and Sebastian stood in the darkened hallway of the school. The faint sound of footsteps echoed in the distance, but the two young men were focused on what lay ahead—facing the man who had twisted their lives beyond recognition.
Jake's heart pounded, the adrenaline coursing through his veins. His father, Daniel Mitchell, the man he once idolized, was now his greatest enemy. Every word, every action from his father had led to this moment. And Jake could feel the weight of his decisions bearing down on him.
"So," Sebastian spoke, his voice low but filled with a strange mix of determination and apprehension, "what now?"
Jake didn't answer immediately. Instead, he looked around, surveying the surroundings with a sharp eye. They were close. So close. And yet, the knowledge of what they were about to do didn't make the task any easier. But it had to be done.
Jake turned toward Sebastian. "We need to stop him, Seb. The drugs... the people he's hurt. It ends tonight."
Sebastian met his gaze, nodding slowly, though a hint of concern flickered in his eyes. "But where's he now?"
Jake glanced down, his jaw tightening. "He's at school. You know, the shopping center? It was near there... and the only way to get to it back then was through the school. The place where everything started."
Sebastian's eyes widened with realization. "So, it's all connected? All these years... it was about the drugs?"
Jake nodded grimly. "Yep. And he's still at it. Killing innocent people, keeping the stash hidden. We need to burn it all down—destroy everything."
Sebastian hesitated, his voice barely above a whisper. "What about him? Your father...?"
Jake's expression hardened. "Yeah. He's part of it too. He killed an innocent kid ten years ago to protect his secrets. We can't let him get away with it anymore."
Sebastian swallowed hard. "Alright... let's do this."
The two of them made their way to the school, moving swiftly but quietly. As they approached the building, Jake could already feel the familiar, uncomfortable weight of betrayal pressing against him. His father—the one person who had been the cornerstone of his life—had become a monster in his eyes.
As they entered the school's back entrance, Jake spotted his father at the end of the hallway, waiting as if he knew they were coming.
Daniel Mitchell turned toward them with a smirk. "Ah, my son... You're really something, aren't you? Strong, determined... just like me."
Jake froze. His father's words felt like poison, each syllable dripping with manipulation. "You've done enough damage," Jake spat, his voice sharp with disdain. "You've hurt too many people, and now you're going to pay."
Daniel chuckled, unfazed by Jake's anger. "Help me, son. We could make millions. You could have anything you want. Power, wealth... everything."
Jake's gaze flicked to Sebastian, a quick glance that spoke volumes. He stepped forward, his tone cold. "I don't want any of it, Dad. Not if it means living like you. I'm done."
Suddenly, without warning, Jake shoved Sebastian to the side, his eyes locked on his father. "I want to be a millionaire," he said, his voice tinged with a bitter edge. "But not like this. Not at the cost of innocent lives."
Sebastian, recovering from the shove, looked at Jake with confusion and concern. "Jake... what are you doing?"
Jake, as if in a trance, stepped toward his father, his hand outstretched toward a small room nearby—the file storage room. Without another word, he shoved Sebastian inside and locked the door.
Jake turned to Daniel, his eyes cold with resolve. "I've had enough of your lies, Dad. You ruined everything."
Daniel's face twisted with confusion and anger. "Wait—why are you raising your hand?"
Suddenly, a sound filled the air, sharp and final. The thud of something heavy hitting the ground. Sebastian had thrown an axe with deadly precision, and it struck Daniel squarely in the head.
Jake stood frozen, his mouth agape as his father collapsed to the floor in a lifeless heap.
"Woah... headshot," Sebastian muttered, a sick smile playing on his lips.
Jake's stomach churned, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. The mission wasn't over. There was still work to be done.
Sebastian turned to Jake, his expression one of grim satisfaction. "Now let's burn this place down."
Jake nodded, still in shock. They moved quickly, knowing that every second counted. The drugs, the weapons, the corruption—everything had to go.
They set the fire, watching the flames grow higher as they burned away the remnants of a life that had never truly been their own. And as the smoke billowed into the night sky, Jake knew that there was no turning back. His past had been consumed by the fire.
The choices he had made had brought him to this moment, and now, all he could do was face the future—a future built on the ashes of the man who had once been his hero.