A Raven Among Crows

Chapter 86: Malevolent Mr. Mayhem

I don't usually like posting on Friday/Saturday night but I know you're all waiting for the update and I couldn't resist when I realized that today is Tiggy's made up birthday :') Hbd Sag king!!!!

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General trigger warnings for this story: Language, smut, mentions of rape, abuse, drug use/overdose, violence/death.

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Gemma scowled as she watched from the kitchen window as Unser drove away without coming in to say hello after a brief conversation with Clay that had sent Sydney bolting from the house - watching as her husband paced back and forth while holding his phone to his ear, trying the same number over and over again.

"Come on..." She heard him mumble down the line as he made his way back into the house, trying the mystery number yet again.

"You alright, baby?" She questioned with a crease in her forehead - recognizing the panic on his face as he stood by the door with a bewildered look on his face. "What is it?" She pressed him as she approached, hearing his breathing getting heavier by the second.

Clay didn't answer. He knew that he couldn't let onto what he was thinking - especially if they were about to get the call that he knew was coming. He shook his head, making his way back to the living room to rejoin the party that was about to be rocked by the news.

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Tig pulled the black ski mask down over his face as he rolled up behind Opie's truck at a red light. This was perfect, he thought as he retrieved the MAC-10 from under the seat and held it out the window - lining it up with the back of Opie's head; if he couldn't see his face, then he couldn't possibly be reminded of why he hadn't been able to do it in the first place.

But as he sat with his gloved finger on the trigger - he felt that same hesitance. He growled, shaking his head in frustration as sweat began to bead on his forehead, soaking into the cotton that laid over it - knowing that he only had a few more seconds to make himself do it before the light would turn green and his second chance at a perfect opportunity would escape forever.

He took a deep breath as he clenched his jaw, desperately trying to make himself squeeze the trigger but he couldn't - not until he was startled by the sound of a revving engine behind him where he made the split-second decision before he could be caught, blinking rapidly as the barrage of bullets ripped through back window of the truck and hit their target.

"No!" Sydney screamed as she watched the gun go off, screeching to a halt next to the truck as the body slumped over the steering wheel - the horn sounding immediately. She was too late.

But Sydney's horror only grew as her eyes landed on those of the victim - and they weren't the hollow brown colour that she was expecting. They were blue. A pure, hopeless shade of blue. She flipped up her visor to be sure that her eyes weren't deceiving her - gasping when the sight of Donna's lifeless body before her didn't change.

Tig's heart sank when he saw Sydney pull up to the scene, witnessing firsthand what monstrosity he was capable of. It was a fear within him that he thought she had abolished, but now as he faced his own horror with himself, he realized that it had only been buried.

"Alex..." Juliet's voice broke as she stood in the doorway of the apartment that she'd followed him to, her hand shaking against the brass doorknob.

Tig whipped his head around when he heard the small voice, almost thinking that he had imagined it in his paranoia as he wrapped the body in plastic just as he had been instructed to do. But as he laid his eyes on the oneperson that he never would've hoped to see there, he realized that this was very real - and it was about to destroy him.