Unfinished Business.

"Do you know what you did to me?" I whispered, tilting my head to the side as I looked at him. He only chuckled, shrugging his shoulders as he licked his lips.
"I've done things to a lot of people."
"You ruined my life.. and now I'm going to end yours." |Jason McCann|
WARNING: Some content my offend.

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I pressed him up against the wall, gritting my teeth as my arm pressed up into his throat. "What do you know," I growled out in a cold tone. He let out a choked chuckle, looking at me with hatred filled silver eyes.

"You think I'd tell you?" he managed to gasp out, struggling against my hold as I smirked. Using my other hand to drive the sharpened wood further into his stomach, he cried out and I laughed, pulling it out and shoving it back in.

"Unless you want this stabbed through your heart, then yes." I smiled sweetly, and he coughed, nodding and I slightly loosened my grip on his neck so he could speak.

He pursed his lips, keeping quiet but let out a grunt of pain when I jabbed the stake deeper. "Okay.. okay. Fine." he breathed out, giving me a glare as the silver in his eyes slowly dimmed. "He's moved up north, less sun." I smiled and pulled out the stake.

"Do you know where?"

"I don't know.. Montana? I think.." he shook his head, glancing at the stake cautiously. I just gave him a sarcastic smile before plunging it into his chest, making sure it pierced the heart as he gasped, letting out choked coughs before he fell to the ground, his body slowly turning to ash.

Sighing, I brushed my bangs out of my face and pulled my stake out, stuffing it back into my waistband and walked out of the alley, peeking out before making my way down the sidewalk and to the car.

"You are making this extremely difficult, McCann," I mumbled to myself and unlocked the doors, getting into my car. Looking ahead, I saw a slight orange-ish color tinting the sky and smirked to myself, starting up the car and drove off.

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"You sure you want to stay here tonight? I heard there was a storm brewing up." the man looked at me, handing me back my fake credit card. I chuckled and nodded, running a hand through my hair.

"I can handle a lot more than a little rain; no need to worry." I told him before walking out of the office, going down the sidewalk until I found my room, putting in the room key and went inside.

My nose scrunched up at the sight as I closed the door behind me. "No wonder they're not that busy," I mumbled to myself and set my bag down, being sure to lock the door before going over to the bed.

I let out a heavy sigh and plopped down, wincing at the hard mattress but just stared up at the ceiling. Reaching one of my hands up, I held the locket between my fingers and smiled slightly, about to open it when something out of the corner of my eye caught my attention.

I shot up, running over to the window and peeked out, not seeing anything and shakily closed the curtains, gulping as I looked down at my feet. Little bastard is near.

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