Monsters' Crew by Sam Crescent

Author:Sam Crescent [Crescent, Sam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780369502971
Amazon: B08W5C61KX
Goodreads: 56992727
Published: 2021-02-07T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Vadik

Blood was on my hands.

Blood covered all of our hands. Not right now, but I knew it was there. I counted my victims. Today, my personal death count rose to fifteen.

I sat outside on one of the many benches my father had installed. The truth was I wanted to go and find Emily. Everywhere I turned, arrangements were being made for this fucked-up ball. I didn’t like it.

It wouldn’t be long before I met Emily’s betrothed. She had no idea her father had sold her.

“You okay?” Caleb asked, walking toward me.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“How come you didn’t turn up?”

Normally, after a raid and kill, I would go hang out with Caleb. We’d talk about bullshit and it would make me happy.

“Didn’t feel like it.”

I hated killing people. Caleb knew that about me, and I thought, in a way, he understood, but at the same time, he also wasn’t quite on board with my reasoning for it. Some of the lives we’d taken, they’d been innocents. With my hands resting on my thighs, I didn’t see what was in front of me, but I saw the wife of one of the men who tried to report us to the police. He’d been working for my father and because he wasn’t paid the right salary to which he felt he deserved, he turned rat. The entire thing went ugly. My dad took his death as a personal responsibility and to the whole of the Monsters, he used it to teach me. That was what Caleb, River, Gael, and myself, always were, a teaching episode.

Our parents didn’t truly care, not really. Well, maybe in some way they did, but it never lasted. Their caring lasted as long as their teaching, or until the next teachable moment. Anyway, the man himself had been chained up. Unlike Caleb’s dad, mine liked to prolong the torture of his victims, so he hadn’t been fed for nearly a week or given any water. He was dehydrated and starving. His wife, she’d been chained up, given sustenance. At my father’s command, I was to shoot her in the leg, in the stomach, in the arms, and then in the head.

I couldn’t not follow his command. At the time, I’d been twelve years old.

This was how fucked up our world was.

We didn’t have the kind of fathers who wanted to play soccer or go to parent-teacher night. No, our dads taught us how to be killers. None of us had any right being at that school. Being around people, let alone near Emily.

She was good and pure.

The kill she made, that was the anomaly.

My dad had ordered me to shoot that woman, but he’d waited hours between commands. Her husband watched her bleed out. Listened to her sobs and her begs until it finally ended.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing.”

“You don’t seem to be yourself.”

“I’m just not feeling any of this.” I shrug.

“You mean the ball?”

“Yeah, the ball, whatever.”

Caleb looked around. “You know you can’t have these feelings, Vadik. If you do, and they find out, they’ll make sure you suffer more.

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