BILLIONAIRE KILLER

Wilmette, Ravenhille. A town of the rich and poor , well the poor don't matter that much,all because of these heartless leeches sucking hell out of people like us. Rich guys treating their employees like they don't matter, like trash, like they weren't birthed like all humans are. These wealthy men steal our wives, like theirs weren't beautiful enough, f*****g greedy bastards, and after they're done with 'em, they spit them out and hang 'em out to dry. They drive in their fancy air conditioned fast cars and look at us through wound up tinted windows,like our fathers,like we! didn't have backaches building that road,or like they can't just breathe the same air as us,or like we stink or we are ugly,and they need some kind of shade to make the view better for their eyes and satisfaction. The town has reeked of corruption and injustice for several years! broken homes, failed marriages, infidelities, they even made a lot of progress turning some of us against each other. They are trying to gentrify this town, get rid of places that meant home to us, places that our children loved to visit, places where memories were made, they're erasing all of it. They bribe us with petty cash, like it's supposed to buy away those great memories and make us forget about them. The ones who couldn't take it, who had had enough of this s**t show left, the ones who had no where to go, remained, suffering, having no say whatsoever in the town, like they don't even exist. People say "oh, they are some good ones". But you know what I say, f**k it, they are all a bunch of conniving bastards. They say you're one of the good ones too, but I also think that's a lie ?and I'm gonna make an example out of you? (He sharpens his knife slowly and teasingly) Man: oh no please don't! please don't ? (sitting on a chair, with both hands tied so tight behind him, both legs tied together. They were both in a room, with no window and just a faint light bulb,to give some sort of illuminance) They are gonna think, "oh this couldn't get any horrifying" , but oh, I'm just getting started? Man: oh please I beg you in the name of God! ? Oh no no no no! ? don't bring God into this, he didn't help us then, why do you think he's gonna help you now! ? Man: please?I'd give you whatever you want! whatever! just don't hurt me please! ? You thin_how are you_so dense!? (he stabs the man in the lap, so deep his eyes bulged out in pain) I do not want your blood money! how would I be different from you if I take it! ? Man:??? Now you die, I'm tired of talking. He unbuttoned his shirt and drove the knife right beneath his chest, and dragged down to his belly button, blood gushing out, turning the white shirt red, and his black slacks were soaked like he stayed in the rain for too long. He rifled through the man's insides with his hand, and caught his intestine, he pulled it out. The man was dead already, eyes wide open and mouth agape. He dragged the intestine to his mouth and stuffed it in. He shoved him in the back of his van, and dropped him somewhere he would be seen by everybody. The Town Hall, with a note that read "you've have taken so much from us, you can only now start taking from yourselves, he was the first... he wouldn't be the last" Your Nemesis. VARAK Varak Zachary Bargatze, born May 5th 1981.His Father, Edward Bargatze and his Mom, Josephine Bargatze. Varak has an elder brother Owen. The family were known for its production of automobiles. Bargatze automotive corporation, with it's cars named Bargat. Edward was perceived to be fierce, principled and disciplined. He was a man of so many affluence and wealth, and carried in high regard amongst his peers. So was his wife, Josephine. She wasn't from a wealthy family, but marrying Edward made her learn so many do s and don't s of a wealthy person. But she didn't let this get to her head. She knew she had to be fierce, show a strong front, and never appear weak. But deep down, she was human and like every other mother she cared deeply for her two boys. Sometimes, when Edward gave them too many lessons and so much scolding, she looked away or walked away, because she couldn't bear the sight of her children being in so much discomfort. She knew the lessons were necessary, but she wished they could just have a normal life like every other children. The boys were taught to always stick together, never let the other stand alone in a fight or argument, do everything and anything to win, never second, always first. You're either the winner or loser, second didn't matter to them. And that was exactly what they did. Owen wasn't as smart or intelligent as Varak, he did everything and anything to win in a fight but not academically. This made his father disappointed in him profoundly, he was going to be the only Bargatze who wasn't smart or intelligent enough, who wasn't fit to run the family business, he could, but he'd run it to the ground his father thought. But on the other hand, Varak did well academically but wasn't very good at fighting, so his father turned his attention to him. "Who needs to fight anyway, Smart people don't fight, they talk their way out of hand to hand combat, but they find a different way to beat their opponent in a way that is more honourable and respectful" . This statement caused a drift between Varak and Owen, he started to think his brother wasn't a smart person, he got into physical fights everyday at school, smart people don't do that, even if Owen was defending his little brother from bullies. The fights and brawls in school drew the attention of the wrong kind of people, exposing Owen to new friends acting in contrary from the norms he was taught at home. He hung out with these people, he was exposed to street smarts, fast and shady ways to make money, and he thought, who needs the family business anyway. He moved on, he didn't care about his relationship with his kid brother anymore, he could fend for himself, he was fine. But Varak,Varak did exactly what his father wanted,he looked up to him as a god,he did everything to impress him.He listened to his kind of music, learned how to play the violin,piano,guitar,harp ,the Cello and he also made him learn 5 different languages, including mandarin. When his peers read comic books, Varak read Documentary and history books, he watched operas, he didn't play video games, he played chess, he didn't shoot water guns, he shot real guns, with real bullets. 23 years later, he and is everything his father wanted him to be. IN HIS WILMETTE HOUSE, MONDAY, 8:31AM Varak ( dragging his shirtless toned body out of bed, grumbling and stretching) Oh my God, 8:31... oh common, Clarissa! Clarissa! Clarissa: would you stop yelling... Varak: why didn't you wake me? I'm so late for work(spreading his arms wide open) Clarissa: you came in last night all tired and stressed, you even forgot to set the alarm... and make it up to your wife (she said so, making a sexy pose and biting her lip) Varak: Oh Rissaaaa... I mean I've got five minutes to spare. ( he drew her close, and picked her up by the waist, so they were facing each other. His hands groping and squeezing her butt so hard, they went to the bedroom) 4 minutes later, Clarissa: baby just one more... Varak: I have to go now babe. Clarissa: you said 5 minutes, it was barely even four. Varak: you were counting... Clarissa: I mean... yeahh... I couldn't not count... it was... short. Varak:... That's... not cool, anyway what'd you make for breakfast? Clarissa: just peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Varak: ugh, (he walks to the kitchen, and he could see the the tv from there, it was displaying some news about a murder, he turns the volume up)oh my God... Rissa! Rissa! Clarissa: for the eighth hundred time Varak, stop yelli_ Varak: come look at this ( he gestures his hand for her to come closer) Clarissa: isn't that_ Varak: Brian Remington. Clarissa: oh my God (she was shocked and petrified) Varak: who would do th_why would anyone do this... I mean, he was such a nice guy. Clarissa: there's a note. Varak: huh... Clarissa: the killer left a note.(she said pointing at the TV, a cop holding a paper up.They both listened as he read what was written on it.) Varak: I mean, maybe he had some dirty dealings with this guy... who knows maybe he f****d his wife( he chuckled) Clarissa:... that's not funny Varak, that's not funny. Varak: I mean maybe he found out and couldn't take it anymore, he must have had reasons. Hell if I found out that someone f****d my wife I'd kill 'em too. Clarissa: please don't associate that nasty word when referring to me. Varak: (chuckling)but you love it when I say it in bed, "oh baby let's f**k" Clarissa: Varak! yeah maybe I do, but you don't have to use it in a way that is crass and derogatory. Varak:okay okay fine. Clarissa: oh my God, I wonder what his wife and kids must be thinking now. This is horrifying. Varak: (whispering) poor bastard. Clarissa: okay I have had it with you! Varak: what again this time... Clarissa: a man just had his stomach gutted and his insides shoved in his f*****g mouth, show some sensitivity and a little respect for the dead. If you're not gonna say something pleasant, don't say anything at all. Varak: (staring blankly at her) ... okay I have had enough for one morning ( he tiredly pulled his brief case from the kitchen counter) f*****g hypocrite ( he walks to the door leading outside) Clarissa: don't you dare talk to me like that. Varak: whatever...( he opened the door and went out) AT WORK 9:40AM, Travis, Varak's GM in the Bargatze Automotive corporation, came to Varak's office, standing in the door way, placing a hand on the side door frame. Travis: Hey Boss man... Varak: Travis Travis: good morning, I guess... Varak: what do you mean? Travis: saw the news this morning? Varak: Brian Remington. Travis: it didn't bother you? AT WORK 9:40AM, Travis, Varak's GM in the Bargatze Automotive corporation, came to Varak's office, standing in the door way, placing a hand on the side door frame. Travis: Hey Boss man... Varak: Travis Travis: good morning, I guess... Varak: what do you mean? Travis: saw the news this morning? Varak: Brian Remington. Travis: it didn't bother you? Varak: (dropping the files in his hands,locking his fingers, looking up at Travis and paying him more attention)and why would it Travis?)and why would it Travis? Travis: (eyes widening, find it difficult to articulate himself) this guy_he_ oh my God _ he's a f*****g psychopath_ who in their right senses_did you see how he was murdered _the note he left_ he's coming after rich people. He calls himself "The Nemesis" . Varak: Travis_ Travis: could you stop calling my name like you're meeting me for the first time... Varak:... Travis, Brian Remington was dirty, he got killed, that's all (he spread his hands, so they were still under his shoulders)now Travis, are you dirty? Travis: if by dirty you mean, an ambitious guy that'd do whatever it takes to make a great living for myself and family, then yeah Varak, I am. Varak: listen man, you have nothing to worry about, he's just some wanna be serial killer, the cops would find him soon. Travis: yeah, but I'm sorry man, I can't take that risk, I'm going to take myself and family to somewhere safe until this all cools down. Varak: you're kidding... Travis: I'm afraid not, boss man. Varak: okay listen, there's no need to panic, just take your time to have a rethink and everything would be just fine. Travis: I'm sorry, I have to go now. Varak: you f*****g coward! you're supposed to be the f*****g GM of this company, and now you're bailing coz some asshole killed some rich and probably dirty f**k, what are you... 12,you haven't seen a horror movie before, oh now you need f*****g therapy... Travis: ... I'd be leaving with my family tonight. Varak: ( calmly) f**k you Travis, you leave, your fired... Travis: well...I guess it's f**k you too.(Varak stood there staring at him speechless, he left his office, and went to his and packed his stuff in a box) 2: 22 PM Varak: Karen! Karen: yes sir Varak: clear my schedules, I've had a shitty day, I'd be leaving now. Karen: But sir _ Varak: oh my God Karen, cancel... everything. He packed his briefcase, went to the parking lot, got into his car and left the building. AT TRAVIS' HOUSE 8:56PM He's been out all day after he left the office earlier, making preparations and arrangements for himself and his family, so he got in late that night. Travis: Marissa! ar are you ready? Marissa: ... ready for what? Travis: oh my God! I thought I told you to pack a bag for myself, you and the kids... Marissa: oh I'm so sorry, it skipped my mind_ Travis: how could you forget, I was so f*****g specific! Marissa: what's happening? why are we leaving suddenly? Travis: ( getting tired from his fast pacing) it doesn't matter Marissa, just pack the goddamn bags and fast. The doorbell rang. Marissa: Okay let me quickly get the door (she walks to the door, and opens it) Travis: who is it?... Marissa?, who the f**k is it Marissa?... goddamn, can't you hear me... (he walks to the living room, where the door is, she was standing there, back turned away from him, the door wide open) Travis: who is it Marissa? ( he was walking slowly towards her) She finally turned around, struggling to breathe,blood gushing out of her mouth, her neck and stomach, two knives... one in her throat, the other in her stomach. Travis stood there, like he was in a trance, he had no idea what he was seeing or what has happening right in front of him.