"Die!"
The boys around chuckled, kicking and spitting at the hunched figure on the floor.
Surprisingly, the small figure didn't make any sound, he just whimpered, curling into himself, trying to protect his fragile organs.
Just then...
"Trevor..."
The voice was soft, feminine and filled with charm.
The boys stopped, staring at the entrance of the alley way.
Their eyes glowing brightly.
"Ahh, the cute little neighbor is here to save her big brother" one of the bullies laughed in a perverted tone, licking his lips as he eyed the girl lecherously.
The bob haired girl at the entrance of the alley shifted nervously.
a worried pout on her lips as her two legs pressed against each other.
"Leave Trevor alone, he has done nothing wrong" she voiced out.
The five boys laughed, "If we don't, what are you gonna do, cry to your Mama?".
"Nah, she'll proba cry to her sugar Daddy?"
The pale hunched figure on the floor surprisingly flew up, throwing a punch at one of the boys.
"Fuck you bastard!" The boys growled, lurching at Trevor with all their might, fists, blows and kicks rained down on him.
"Let him go you brats." the young girl yelled, pulling on one of the boys.
"Get the fuck away" he growled, throwing her off him violently, a dark expression on his face.
"Ahh!"
There was a loud scream, followed by the dull thud of something hitting on a hard surface, then the gurgling sound of a liquid.
"Myles...." One of the bullies sputtered, staring at the direction of the fallen girl.
The remaining four spun around in alarm, their eyes widening at the scene before them.
The cute young girl laid on the floor, her head was split open and blood flowed out, soaking the surroundings.
"You killed her!" One yelled In an accusatory manner, his eyes were wide open and he pointed at the boys with trembling fingers.
"Shut the fuck up, I just threw her off, who knew that the bitch will die!" The guy called Myles defended himself with a snort.
Trevor lay on the floor, his eyes were cold and dead but his fists....they were clenched together, trembling.
His teeth gritted against each other.
"We have to leave right now, stupid jinxes".
The five boys agreed and without much thought, they ran away from the crime scene.
Leaving just the dead body of a young girl and the weak Trevor.
....
"She is dead Trevor...., there is nothing we can do"
Trevor was tired of hearing this from everyone around, including the police.
His bullies were rich, powerful and from influential families.
Even though he had testified against them, even though there was substantial evidence to convict them, nothing was done.
And he, Trevor, bore all the guilt, hatred and pain in his heart.
"I will avenge you Theresa, just wait, I will make sure those scum come down to the underworld with you"
His eyes were crazy and obsessed as he caressed the picture of the smiling young girl.
Then he picked up the duffel bag, carefully tucking the picture into his pocket.
A black hood over his head, and he left the house.
His gait determined and furious.
....
The loud music reverberated through the walls of the clubhouse.
With dim, multi colored lights, the atmosphere was erotic and ambiguous.
This was one of the most popular night clubs in the city and young men loved to hang out here.
"A shot of bloody Mary" Trevor ordered, bringing out a crumpled dollar bills from his pocket and handing it to the bar man.
The bar man looked at the dirty, crumpled money, a look of disdain In his eyes.
He was a person who looked down on the poor and fawned on the rich.
"Any problem?" Trevor asked, glaring at the mam chillingly.
The man shuddered and looked away, hurrying to serve him the drink.
Immediately Trevor received the shot, he covertly poured a white substance into the drink and handed it to a beautiful prostitute.
She raised a brow at him, a quirky smile on her lips as her hands stretched out.
Trevor sighed, handing her twenty dollars.
The girl's face brightened and she walked away, swaying her lips.
He hid in a corner, watching as she handed the drink to the red haired boy.
Trevor's eyes brightened in excitement, his body trembling from emotions as he watched the boy gulp the drink in a showy manner.
Then he smirked and walked out of the club.
A few minutes later, there was chaos in the club.
One of the well known youngsters from a rich family had suddenly vomited blood and fainted.
...
The lights in the funeral parlour flickered periodically, casting an eerie atmosphere.
The white and black picture of a smiling youth on the wall swayed slowly.
The flame from the incense, blinking.
Four young boys huddled together, their heads bowed as they stared at the picture, dread filling there hearts.
"I can't believe Myles is dead" One of them said, rubbing the gold button on his expensive black suit slowly.
"It's retribution, he killed that girl" one of them cried, his body trembling.
Sweat dotted his forehead, his pupils dilated in fear.
The other three scoffed, disdaining the cowardly sight.
"If it's so then all of us will definitely die" another snorted.
There was the sound of clapping and then footsteps, slowly tapping on the wooden floor of the room.
"Smart analysis from you, I never expected that!"
"Ghost!, Ghost!" The cowardly boy screamed.
Immediately the smell of urine filled the air, accompanying it was the sound of water slowly trickling on the floor.
Everyone's face changed as they shifted away, glaring at the boy angrily.
The speaker smiled at the scene, then without suspense, he pulled down the hood of his jacket, revealing a thin but handsome face that was covered with scars.
"Trevor! It is you!" The tallest among them screamed, glaring angrily, his eyes bulging.
"How dare you, little scum, have you forgotten the days you cowered beneath us like a little bitch!" Another threatened.
But Trevor didn't move, he just stared at them, like he was looking at a group of decaying dead bodies.
"What's that look in your eyes?" the boy asked, he stood up from the chair, marching towards Trevor, just as he swung his fists, there was a loud bang.
"Ahhh!"
The three boys watched with wide eyes as their friend stilled, blood spurting out of his back...and then he fell with a dull thud.
Trevor blew on the silver gun he was holding, a sick grin on his face.
Then be stared at the three boys who were huddled in a corner, shaking like twigs that had been trapped in a storm.
"Who amongst you wants to go next"
With three loud bangs.
Three heavy bodies slid onto the floor.
The metallic scent of blood filling the room.
A chuckle escaped Trevor's lips, then he raised the gun, pointing it on his neck.
He knew that he couldn't escape.
He had killed five young men from five different powerful family but he didn't regret it.
All he regretted was that he couldn't save her.
Theresa, the only person who had treated him like a human.
Even when others laughed at him, avoided him because he was the son of a criminal.
She didn't.
Instead, she fed him, watched over him and had taken him as a brother.
"I am coming to see you soon Tessy".
And with a loud bang, blood spurted out of his neck, he fell on the floor, eyes wide open as memories of her flickered through his mind.
"Tessy"