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Part 113 - I'm not a weak rich brat anymore

Morning ☀️.
I know you're waiting for Del to show up, I know how annoying it must be :D, but there's really nothing new with him. He's still being tortured. But be patient, I promise he'll show up. Thank you for your understanding and patient. Enjoy ^.^
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(Evan POV)
I knocked at Tyler's door, waiting for the answer. Inside me already grew impatience, rapidly increasing each passing second. I was trembling in excitement, I couldn't wait for the sweet revenge.

The door opened, revealing Tyler. He scanned me from head to toes, then looked into my eyes curiously.

"Can I talk with Craig for a quick second?" I asked him, not even greeting him.

"Come in," he replied, moving aside so I could walk in.

"How are you, Evan?" He asked me, while I leaned against the wall in the hallway.

I'm great, feeling excited and thrilled. The idea of revenging Delirious is like being with him, being him.

"I'm fine. I think Delirious corrupted my mind," I whispered, mainly to myself.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked confused.

"I felt rather emotionless then terrified when I killed Annie."

"I'll go get Craig."

Tyler walked around me and disappeared in one of the room. Within few seconds Craig walked in.

"Hi," he greeted me with a smile.

"Thank you, Craig. I won't forget what you're doing for me," I said, and he handed me some papers.

"Don't mention it, I would do the same. Besides he hurt Tyler, you and killed Delirious. He deserves it."

"Do you think it would be too much if I ask you for information about Mark or Jack?" I whispered, looking for any signs of Tyler.

"Consider it done," he replied, and I nodded my head.

I walked to the door, opening them. The afternoon sunlight hit my eyes, and I had to blink several times.

"And Evan?" I heard behind me.

I turned myself to see Craig. He was in the frame door, looking all serious.

"Be safe, ok? Don't get yourself killed."

"I wouldn't allowed that fucker to be happy from my death, don't worry."

I got into my car, driving back to my place. I sat down in the living room, going through the papers Craig gave me. For me the most important information was Luke's address, that was the only thing I needed to know.

How am I going to approach? Should be similar as the way he killed Delirious. Shot into the head. Son of a bitch.

I grabbed the Glock, which Tyler taught me something about, and other useful things, and then left my house. I got into my car, driving into the location of my victim. I knew this won't be as easy as killing Annie. Firstly, Luke wasn't drug addict, at least what I thought so, secondly, he was much more stronger then Annie.

I pulled in front of his house, turning off the engine. The lights weren't on, the windows tightly shut, so I assumed he wasn't home. I started to create the plan, how to approach this situation.

It was late in the night, when I saw a silhouette walking towards his house. I watched, as he got into the house. I waited an hour or two. My heart skipped a beat, maybe from nervousness, maybe from excitement. I opened the car door and got off. Walking towards his house, I wished he was already asleep.

I got in by using a skeleton keys. His house wasn't that big as I would imagined. I slowly walked towards some room, from where I heard a TV. I ended up in a living room, seeing Luke sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed.

Maybe he's asleep.

I grabbed the rope, which I had around my waist, and tip toed to his body. Not wanting to waste any of my precious time, I quickly tied him up. At the moment I tighten the ropes around him, he woke up.

He looked slowly around, his eyes filled with confusion, then he looked at me, slowly smirking.

"Such a lovely visit I have today," he said, and I didn't flinch a bit.

How am I going to do this? Just shoot him now?

"Tell me, Evan. What are you to Delirious? His side kick? A friend? Or a lover?"

I remembered everything me and Delirious had together. The first time in his house, then twice before he died. Luke's laughter echoed through the room.

"That's kinda funny. Was he banging you, or it was you who fucked him?"

I instinctively pulled a gun, pointing it right at his head. I felt growing anger inside me, and I knew I should be focusing on being emotionless. Just like Delirious.

"Shut the fuck up," I whispered.

"Are you trying to be scary? Look, I'm scary Evan, the rich fuckboy. I was kidnaped by some psycho, and now I'm acting like him. I'm so terrifying!"

I pulled the trigger, hitting the ground between us. He flinched, through his eyes flew fear for a few seconds, and I reloaded. Putting both of my hands on the chair, I leaned closer to him.

"I don't think you're in the position to mock me," I growled.

"Delirious doesn't care about you. You're just his toy, the way to feed his needs. Nothing more," he continued, and I slowly smiled.

I didn't want to believe his words. I knew he was saying them to hurt me, to make me weak. But even though I wasn't certain about Delirious' feelings towards me, I knew that he risked his life to get me out of that place, he said me his true name. And that meant so much for me.

"You don't know him, like I do. You don't know what he loves, what he hates, what he wants. I know his weakness, his secrets, his dreams and fears. What can you tell me about him?" Luke continued.

What? He can't know him, can he? Why would he kill him then? Who's he anyway? Why did he wanted his death? Maybe a lover?

"He hasn't tell you about his love for Teddy Bears, has he?"

What?! Stop! This is the way to get me distracted. Delirious is dead, there's no point digging into a past.

"I'm wasting my time," I mumbled, pointing a gun at his head.

"I wanted to kill you just like you killed Delirious. But I won't do it. I have two other fuckers to kill, I don't have a time for this."

He started to laugh. I moved my gun right to his head. I noticed the slight movements with his arms, as he was trying to get away from the ropes.

"Stop laughing!" I shouted irritated.

"Sorry... it's just," he said though laughters.

"Stop!" I growled, quickly pointing at his tight.

I pulled the trigger, enjoying his pain of scream, which filled the room.

"Stop! Stop! O-ok.. you motherfucker... if you let me live, I'll tell you one big secret about Delirious."

One big secret which he could lie about. What does it matter anyway? Delirious is dead, this is my revenge.

"Now you want to negotiate? That's too late."

I pointed my gun at his head, feeling excitement flowing through my body. I didn't waste any more of my precious time.

"No, wait! Del-"

I pulled the trigger, cutting Luke's words off. I watched him for a few seconds in complete silence, feeling satisfaction slowly filling my body. I felt like a hungry man who get his piece of meal. And two others awaited.