The traffic lights was red and a line of cars illuminated the busy crossroad. Some people went home after shifts without a problem but a circle of people was motionless in the middle of the road.
All of their eyes were directed toward a boy and a girl who stood opposite each other.
The girl wore a stylish, revealing outfit that complements her beauty even more, while the boy wore a black hoodie and light blue jeans.
His black, smooth hair was messy, but it covered his eyes from the radiance around him. His fair skin was illuminated by the moonlight. Hoodie pockets protected his gripped hands from the night's cold while his brown eyes were burning in the flames of anger.
He gritted his teeth while looking at the girl in front of him.
'That ungrateful whore.'
His heart was wreathed in flames of fury as he remembered her massages from before.
'I am so sorry, Ian.'
'I didn't mean to do this to you, we can talk this out.'
'I miss you. Please reply to me.'
'I was drunk, it wasn't my fault.'
The last message and her previous statement turned his anger into a boiling hatred. He took a small, dark object out of his pocket and aimed it at the beautiful-looking girl in front of him.
"To hell with your excuses, you fucking whore"
****
Yesterday night, he organized a birthday party for his long-term girlfriend at his house. He invited a couple of friends from his college and bought some drinks as well. His girlfriend, Beth, also invited some of her friends to the party.
Everything was going well until he fell asleep from getting drunk. He woke up after an hour to find his living room empty. The only thing present in the room was a lot of empty alcohol bottles- there was even more than he brought to the party.
His attention was then directed toward a muffled sound coming from his bedroom. His expression darkened as he distinguished the sound as a moan. With a heavily beating heart, he ran toward his bedroom.
He hoped his thoughts were wrong, but...they were right.
Beth was heavily moaning while getting gangbanged by a dozen dudes. She had an expression of pleasure on her face, and she savoured every bit of it.
Ian's eyes widened upon the dream-like scenario. Then he dashed toward the mass of people with fury.
After that, he doesn't even remember what happened.
He woke up inside a hospital with bruises and minor wounds all over his body. His muscles were sore, but he could move his body without too much pain. The nurse beside him told him what had happened before.
Apparently, after being consumed by rage, he has killed the two dudes who were penetrating Beth at that moment with his bare hands. He has beaten the two guys to their deaths, alone. After seeing their friends getting attacked, some of the other guys- probably a dozen- jumped him. Then they had beaten him until he lost consciousness.
After a thorough beating, he was transferred to the hospital alongside a few others who were in similar conditions as well. Except for the two guys he killed, he has beaten a couple of others to near death as well.
When he heard the story, he felt both happy and angry.
He was happy because he killed the two dudes who were fucking his girlfriend and he was angry because she has cheated on him with strangers, after all the things he had done for her.
'Whore'
He grimaced and fell asleep from exhaustion, but he wasn't sleeping. When the nurses left his room, he got up and escaped the hospital by climbing down from the outside. It was the only option since his room was heavily protected by the police.
Then he went to his house and exited with something in his pockets.
It was a Glock-19.
****
'I will kill that bitch'
He thought while following Beth through a crowded street.
His girlfriend was walking on the road with slow, steady steps. He had found her easily since she was walking toward his home. Police has denied her entry into his ward, so she has nothing to but return to HIS apartment.
Since he knew her character well, he was waiting near the hospital as well until she showed up.
His girlfriend waited for the traffic light to turn red and walked toward the other side of the road with other people. When he saw her ass swaying, he couldn't contain his anger and shouted.
"BETH"
People around him to look in his direction, attracted by the sudden scream.. His ex-girlfriend followed the others and looked toward him as well.
She frowned at the stranger, with a face covered by a black hoodie.
She was about to take a step back, but she abruptly stopped. A pleasant smile appeared on her face as the stranger revealed his face.
She took a step toward him with hesitation while saying.
"Ian, you-you came back...Thank you for listening."
The stranger looked at her with fury-filled eyes.
"You cheated on me."
She instinctively took a step back and lowered her face in embarrassment and guilt.
"I am sorry."
Then she felt the gaze of others around her, but on her.
"Ian, come, let's go home. I will explain everything when we get home and apologize to you properly."
"You think excuses will change what you did." Ian snarled.
She closed her eyes for a moment and gritted her teeth.
"I know it won't change anything, but it wasn't entirely my fault. I was drunk and vulnerable. You have to understand me. I am a victim here as well."
When she pulled the victim card, all sense of restriction left Ian's mind. His thoughts turned to her previous massages, which also showed her playing the victim.
"Come, let's go home."
She said and was about to take a step toward his boyfriend before he aimed a Glock-19 at her.
"Burn in hell, you fucking whore"
Ian cursed as he shot Beth three times.
One went through her forehead, instantly killing her on the spot. The second one went through her cheek and shattered her teeth. The third one went through her neck.
The girl who was already dead swayed a little and fell on her back. Streams of blood started to spill from her deep wounds, instantly forming a pool of blood below her.
People around him stared at the scene in front of him with lost tongues. This silence lasted for a few seconds until the girl beside him screamed with all her might.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh"
Then everything turned into chaos.
The people around him rushed to get away from the killer as fast as possible. Some of the people even fell after stumbling over the guy in front of them. Some helped others onto the ground while the majority ran over them.
The people who were beaten by shoes also got up, looked back at Ian and ran as fast as they could while screaming.
****
After a couple of seconds, he was standing in an empty street.
The light on the crossroad has vanished after every car drove away in fear of getting shot. The people who were standing on the sidelines looked tensely at him while recording with their phones.
Some even called the police in the hope of getting the killer inside a jail cell.
But none of these events caught the attention of Ian as he stared at the dead body in front of him. His gaze was dark, and his thoughts were silent.
His anger has subsided a little, but he felt a bitter feeling that outshone the anger.
He didn't know whether it was regret, disgust or fear, but it wasn't anger.
Suddenly, the sky shook from the screaming of thunder. Small drops of water fell toward the earth in a depressing tone.
When the small raindrops started hitting the surface of his hoodie, he looked toward the sky. The raindrops hit his eyes as he mumbles.
"I killed Beth."
His heart was full of violent emotions, and his face hid them well.
When he said those words, he felt denial, guilt, a weak remnant of anger, sadness and growing emptiness.
He stared at the deep, black skies even as the sirens rang. He slowly turned his head to see cars emitting blue/red lights coming toward him at a fast pace.
"It's all over"
He thought while dropping the pistol on the ground with a clacking sound.
He wanted to use the gun one last time, but he didn't have enough balls to do it. He knelt on the floor and kept his hands behind his head.
But his actions were interrupted by a screeching sound coming from his back. He turned around and saw his reaper.
A truck painted in blue and white rushed from behind while swaying to both sides. Its driver's eyes were rolled upward instead of looking at the road. A beautiful Milf was beside him with a mischievous grin painted on her face.
Her hand was in the driver's lap, and it moved up and down with inhuman speed.
Suddenly, the driver twitched a little and accidentally directed the massive truck toward the kneeling Ian.
Ian didn't have time to even move as the truck crushed his head while advancing with terrifying speed.
Ian didn't have enough time to even groan as his vision went black.