Game of Revenge

Chapter 8

Kiernan

“Are you ready for this, Kier?,” Blakely asks me. She's got the biggest grin on her face, and I know she's doing this for me. For closure, but I'm glad she's having some fun with it too.

Being a mom was stressing her out, and I could tell the guys hovering was putting her on edge.

Brian's death was never meant to happen, but because those pissant fucks beat him to a pulp and ripped my heart open, I'm happy to release my best friend on them.

Tonight will be a little different, since we aren't in an enclosed house, but thanks to the electric fences, Bates and Chuck installed around the perimeter, they can't escape.

Francis comes around the corner, swinging a bat with chains wrapped around it. Tray follows her with an old paddle boat oar we found.

We added some embellishments of course. It's extra stabby now. I have a custom spiked sleeve that slips over my bat and we added a chain to hold it in place.

Blakely isn't allowed to have one and she's been pouting all day about it.

Sighing, she turns to face me. “I still don't know why I don't get a murder bat? Just because I have a basketball under my shirt doesn't mean I'm incapable. Stupid overbearing Neanderthals.”

“Are you still pouting, baby girl?” Meyers shouts, exiting the cabin. He has a sparkly black gift bag in his hand. Chuck and Bates follow him from the front door, and they are smirking.

“Yes, it's so unfair! You wanted to keep me bred like some kind of rabbit. Constantly popping babies out for you assholes. I haven't been back in a long time, and I want to play,” she whines, then rubs her stomach with a groan.

Her lower lip trembles, and I think she may cry. Bates rushes over to her and pulls her into his arms.

Blakely is a badass, but even she can't ignore the hormones coursing through her body.

“Oh, my little killer, we know you want to swing a bat around, bashing people's skulls, but you have to think of our son. So….”

Meyers moves closer and hands her the bag. Sniffling, she opens it, then squeals loudly. “Oh, oh, this is so much better than a bat.”

I move in to see what they gave her and laugh. “They are perfect for you, B,” I comment as she moves over to a tree and starts swinging her new blades around.

“So you got her super sharp blades instead of letting her swing a bat?” Mike grunts from inside, and I look over at him.

He looks like shit, but he won't let me help him. He's been even more distant the last few days, and I don't know what to do.

“Yes, they are lightweight and extra sharp, plus her boots have a blade inside the toe. She will be fine. It's not like we are letting her out of our sights anyways,” Bates mutters, watching the love of his life play with her new toy.

Tray leaves Francis’ side and stands next to me. “So, we are really doing this then?” he asks, and I nod.

“Yeah, it's time for those bigoted assholes to learn what a sissy boy can do.”

“About that. Craig turned down the invitation. According to his emails with Ricky, he doesn't need the measly pocket change like the others do,” Francis says with a smile.

“Five-hundred thousand dollars is pocket change?” Tray stutters, and I grab his hand that's not holding a weapon.

“He needs to be here. He's the leader. The one who orchestrated Brians's death.” My palms are starting to sweat, and I'm beginning to panic.

If he's not here then all this planning is a waste.

“Don't worry, Kier, we took care of it last night when you guys were sleeping. Didn't we, Chuck?” Blakely says with a sinister grin on her face.

Her hair is tied back into a French braid and she painted her face like a skeleton. I guess she's feeling nostalgic. All she's missing is her black top hat.

Chuck walks over to her as she puts her blades into the harness the guys must have gotten her as well.

They really spoil her, and I'm happy she was able to forgive them. I just wish I was able to find my forever crew. I thought I had, but life just continues to shit on me.

“Craig is in the middle of the woods, drugged out of his mind, with a broken ankle, courtesy of this one over here,” he says, then points toward Blakely.

“He tried to run away, and I don't move as fast as I normally can,” she says with a pout.

“Okay, then all we need to do is wait for the others to arrive, then the games can begin.”

My blood is rushing through my veins, setting me on fire. I will make these guys wish they'd never stepped on Brian.

They will pay for their insolence.

I can’t wait to have their bodies beaten and bloody beneath my feet.

Just where they belong.

They will pay for what they did in blood.

“Damn, this is sick,” Mike grunts, moving toward the table with the masks and fake weapons. As if we would supply them with things to fight back with. They deserve every facet of pain.

“Brian loved Halloween. So what better than to honor him with a game?” Francis says with a smile. Her lips are painted a blood red now and she’s changed into a tight little bodysuit.

I've noticed the way Tray can’t keep his eyes off of her.

Blakely is dressed similarly, but you can see her bump through the lyrica.

The guys tried to talk her out of doing this tonight again, worried that the baby may get hurt, but that’s not going to happen.

They shouldn't have given her the new knives. They might have been able to distract her with sex and ice cream if they hadn't.

I wouldn’t be surprised to hear them fucking at some point tonight though. Blood turns B on like nothing else.

Mike walks by and avoids looking at me. I don’t know what’s going on with him. There are times he seems almost happy that Brian is gone, and it’s really pissing me off.

I know they had issues, but they were still brothers.

My heart is dead. Never to be revived again. No matter how hard Tray is working to make me feel better.

Him and Mike should just leave me and go be happy together somewhere. Hell, I’ll even give them the house.

I don’t think I could live there. Not without Brian. Walking through those halls, looking at the places I loved him, or the paint colors we chose together.

No, I can’t move in now.

Tray and Mike can have it, and I’ll just run off somewhere. Maybe I’ll buy this cabin in the woods. After the police do their investigations of course.

Bates walks by us dressed to start. He jumps into the unmarked van and drives off.

“I still think having them park at the bottom of the driveway is brills,” Blakely says with a giggle. She's practically bouncing on her toes.

“Yes. This way we can dispose of their vehicles or, in Ricky's case, his rental. Still find it odd the nine of them worked together to beat Brian, but didn't carpool here.”

My thoughts are spiraling and I just want to get this night started already. We still have much to do, and I'm starting to itch.

The van lights shine along the driveway, and I check that everyone has a mask on. Bates parks the unmarked van in front of the cabin, and we all prepare to put on the show of a lifetime.

Chuck walks forward to open the side door of the van, and people begin piling out.

Shayna and Ricky are fighting, and Shaun tells them to shut up. I wonder if Shayna knows that Ricky's been secretly fucking Shaun.

Talk about a hypocrite. They have been secretly sleeping together for ten years.

“Welcome to the Riot Wars, please follow me to the table to the right. There you will find your own masks and accessories,” Francis says in a fake as hell hostess tone.

One by one they follow her, laughing, and talking excitedly about winning the cash prize. Idiots. You'd think after the Murder House, they wouldn't sign up for a secret, exclusive cash prize game.

The FBI is still looking for us, but they will never find us. Carrie’s dad is really good at what he does.

He stayed home for this one, but he was more than happy to help us with supplies and ideas to make them scream even louder.

“Now, as was stated on the sign up no phones are permitted here, not that you would have any signal, but please place your devices in this lockbox.”

Meyer's walks over to everyone collecting phones and a random tablet.

“How do we win the money? Do we have to share profits if it's a tie?” Ricky bursts out. He's practically vibrating at the thought of all that money.

Too bad it's all fake. I mean the money is completely real, but he won't be getting it. Over my dead body.

“Right, now for the rules. There aren't any. Follow the red lights to the trees. There will be something waiting for you on the bark.”

Some of the football players grab masks and fake blades. Ricky opts for a fake bat, and I can't help but smile at the irony.

Shayna picks up a Nerf gun, and Shaun grabs a plastic mallet.

We wait for them to start the trek through the fields and into the trees. The light from the moon is bright, but the glow from the red lamps helps guide their steps for now.

When they are a good distance away, we follow them slowly. Blakely is swinging arms with Francis, and the guys are watching her every step.

The first scream hits my ears, and I grin, picking up the pace a little. Someone laughs, talking about the spider web and I wait for the drugs to hit their system.

I grab Tray’s arm and nod toward the place Craig has been stewing. “Why don't we start this hunt off with a bang,” I suggest, and Blakely claps.

“You boys have fun. Us girls are going to go look for defenseless little lambs.”

Blakely, Francis, Bates and Chuck go off toward the pits as Meyers stays with us.

“Here, Craigy,” I called out into the dimly lit woods. “Come out, come out,” I taunt and hear a faint whimper to the right.

“Who… who are you?” he croaks and holds his hand up to cover his eyes as I swing a flashlight over him.

“Ah, look at the poor helpless, dick,” Meyer's calls with a grin.

Moving my bat, I shut my light off and step back.

“I suggest you get moving, Craigy. I'll give you a one minute head start before I start breaking bones.”

“No, why are you doing this? Where am I? I have money. I'll pay you to take me back home,” he begs, and Tray pulls out a stopwatch, starting his time.

“Tick tock, there goes the clock,” he mutters, and I laugh.

“I was hoping you'd run. It would be more fun,” I say with a pout.

“Fuck, you're insane,” he shouts, then uses a tree stump to pull himself off the ground.

His ankle is busted to hell, and he cries when he puts pressure on it.

“Please. I swear, I'll pay you anything you want,” he begs, then hisses, taking a few steps away from us.

We slowly follow him, and I can tell the moment he realizes we aren't playing.

Turning around, he tries to run off but having to drag his ankle behind him is making it awkward.

“I don't think this is going to be much of a thrill,” I comment as we watch him wobble, still following a few paces behind him.

When we reach the tree with Brian's smiling face staring back at us, I've had enough.

It's time for this dickhead to feel the same amount of misery and pain my sweet guy felt.

Lifting my bat, I swing it hard, aiming for his torso.

Making a perfect hit, he curls into himself, gasping.

Glancing at the guys, I nod, giving them the okay to start their hits.

“Avoid the head. I have plans for it,” I murmur as Craig begins to wail and plead louder.

“Did Brian beg for mercy? Did he cry and plead for you to stop,” I growl, crouching over him so he can hear me clearly.

Someone screams in the distance, and I laugh.

“Please,” he gasps as Tray starts to kick the ever loving shit out of his dick. A musty sour smell fills the air, and I grimace.

“Did you really piss yourself, you worthless sack of shit?”

Moving away, I wait for my turn and when he's gasping for air, his breaths getting weaker, I step closer.

“Lift him for me. I want him to look into my eyes when I end his life.”

Tray and Meyers raise him onto his feet, and I remove the mask, making sure he sees who I really am.

“Brian was innocent. You killed him for loving me, and now that's going to cost you your miserable life. But don't worry you won't be alone in Hell for long. Hear those screams? Your little teammates and playmates will be joining you soon.”

Dropping the bat onto the ground, I reach into my pocket and pull my knife out, flicking it open.

It's not as fancy as the ones Blakely just got, but it'll do the job. Giving him a smile I run the tip from his eyes down to his cheek, but I don't cut him.

I love the way he shakes in fear from the unknown of what I might do.

“Please, don't,” he whispers.

“Say sorry,” I growl. “Apologize to Brian for what you did.”

I give him a chance, but he doesn't say anything. Looking over my shoulder, he smirks.

“Brian had it coming for years, my only regret is not taking out his homosexual ass in high school.”

Lifting my arm with the blade, I slam it through his eye. His mouth opens on a gasp, and I watch as the light leaves his shit-brown gaze.

The guys drop his dead ass to the ground, and I give him a few more kicks for good measure.

Turning to Tray, he hands me my mask and I slip it back over my face.

“Okay, who's next?”