Chapter Six
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Despite numerous searches, no results for Alaric O'Sullivan popped up on any social media sites, matching the face they had seen in the paparazzi photos of him.
It was the fourth dead end that they had run into while attempting to find out who this man was. This was an issue rarely faced and it was causing the slow simmering rage inside of their chest to turn into a boil.
It took everything in them to not impulsively break their laptop. They certainly couldn't afford to buy a new one any time soon.
Green eyes scanned their apartment as if an idea would come to mind in the dimly lit and dingy kitchen.
Who is this man?
He had managed to throw off their plan in its entirety. Months that had been spent formulating this plan and preparing for its execution.
One man was the cause of throwing everything off center — a known fact that they were used to. Slamming the lid shut, they shoved it under the pillows on their couch and made their way into the kitchen to grab something to drink.
Their first and best option was a bottle of Smirnoff sitting half full on the counter. They took a generous swig, trying to decide their next steps.
It was realistic to believe they could kill Gwendolyn's new beau. They had already killed one person and that fact still hadn't sat right with them. There was only one person that they wanted dead and they already gained collateral.
That was a fluke, something that wasn't supposed to happen but needed to.
They could still smell the gunpowder that remained after the killing. If they thought about it too long, they could remember the fear and paranoia that settled within them when they were attempting to flee.
They weren't sure they could go through that again. Sitting in Gwendolyn's face every day wasn't making it better. Just being around her caused a slow build of rage inside. They weren't even sure if they were able to hide it, making it all the more riskier to delay action.
But how could they act now?
The death of one man had raised the alarm. Gwendolyn was hardly ever alone, everywhere they saw her, the man... Alaric was standing right beside them.
It was clear he was an i***t. He hadn't noticed them following both him and Gwendolyn when they went to the small, disgusting fair.
It had barely been busy when they had arrived. If he had been vigilant, he wouldn't noticed seeing their face numerous times in numerous locations.
It was as though they were invisible. Even he could not see that they existed. Gwendolyn knew they existed, she saw them every day but she was too much of an i***t to see the storm brewing over her.
They sighed, only focusing on the humming sounds of the light in their kitchen. From there they could hear the sounds of noise on the streets and their neighbors making noise. It had been the same every single time.
The monotonous of their day-to-day life was slowly eating at their soul. It made them so restless, they had to act.
No.
Alaric wouldn't be able to stop them. At this point, they were ready to kill him as well if it rewarded them their satisfaction. If all of this could afford them just moments of peace, it would all be worth it.
They took several generous swigs before deciding that it was now or never.
It was time to put their plan into action, and quickly.
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