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I ran up the steps not taking my time to watch for the boards that are ready to give out. The creaks and moans growing louder with each stride I made. Coming to an abrupt halt at the top of the stairs, the rest of the floor had sunken in. Looking at the distance, I knew I would have to jump. Stepping back until the heel of my foot came off the top of the stairs, I lunge forward my leg outstretched as far as it could go. Landing on the other end with a tumble in the mildew and dust, I straighten myself up. The butterflies now frantically flying around colliding with one another in my stomach. I pop the clip to my holster and ease my gun out, clicking the safety switch off.

"Rick? You here buddy?" Knowing I wouldn’t get an answer. Peering down the hall I see the room number 212 carved in the termite infested door. The wood that once was a dark brown had slowly faded to a pale, ghostly brown. Peeking into the rooms that aligned the hall, I made sure I miss nothing. The rooms still had night stands in them, the beds that were once so welcoming now looked uninviting. The covers entangled with moss and leaves, holes scattered about in the mattress and pillows, no doubt where rats sleep. Walls that were once covered in elegant wallpaper are now shriveled and flaking showing the bare wood that lies behind it. Breathing in deeply I get the scent of fresh rain mixed with the smell of old rotting wood. I come to the door at the end of the hall, the numbers 212 making my body shiver. I cock my gun as my hot ear presses against the wet wood.

"Rick?" I whisper to the door. I listen for a few minutes, but hear nothing but the sound of rustling leaves, and the flapping of wings. Taking in a deep breath I twist the door knob, my gun entering first.

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I back up, the knife gleaming, wanting more blood to crust on its shining metal surface. I wait for the door to open. The door knob squeaking as it is being turned in a slow manner. My breathing quickens, the suspense taking over. I flip the knife around, gripping it tighter with my hand, ready to lunge at the shadowed figure that slowly enters the room.

"Hey man, put that thing down, damn." The familiar voice tells me as I shower a grin upon my face. The knife lowering to my side. The shadow coming into the light.

"Dammit Rick, I thought you were Josh." I say as I walk back to the chair that faces the horrified people. I place the knife down and begin to pour a drink. Looking up at the worried face of the backstabbing officer. "Here, have drink. You look like shit." I hand him a drink, a smirk plastered on my face.

"Alex...I don’t feel right about this man." Rick said holding the hot drink in his hand. At the beginning it all seemed alright, but now actually seeing the scared eyes of the children, he didn’t want to have no part of it. Yeah, he hated Josh with passion, but not this much. Not anymore.

"Ah, shit Rick. Don’t do this man. Who was it that put your brother in the electric chair man?" I say trying to urge him back to my side. "Josh caught our brother raping and killing those women, if Josh hadn’t testified at the trail they wouldn’t have given him the death penalty. That was 12 years ago Rick. And we are getting him back for the pain and suffering he caused us and our family."

"I know man. But...we killed his family. Ain’t that enough pain and suffering?" Rick said shooting down the liquid.

"Hell no! Our mom killed herself cause she couldn’t forgive herself. She thought it was her fault. Our dad blamed us. Our damn wives were afraid of us cause they thought we would take the same route as he did, so they left us. Don’t back out on me now brother. It’s almost over." I come over, placing my hand on his shoulder, Rick sighing, gave in. I smile handing him the knife. "Now...kill one of the boys." Those words seem like they echoed for eternity. Rick’s hand started shaking as he walks towards the whimpering family. The boy’s eyes pleading for him to stop and let them go. Rick closed his eyes, saying this is for my brother. I just stood there amused. If Rick was going to back out, I would have to kill him myself.

"I can’t do it Alex! I just can’t." Rick turns tears dripping from his eyes. The knife in his hand dropping to the floor with a shrieking sound of metal connecting with the floor. Sighing I curse out loud walking furiously towards him. My hand flying up into the air making a fist as it falls upon Rick’s right cheek, knocking him to his knees.

"You are so pathetic Rick! Just like this stupid ass family!" I swing my foot into his ribs as Rick gasps for air. The sound of muffled screams coming from behind me. My fury taking over. I reach down, grabbing his collar, kneeling down to whisper in his ear. "Forgive me brother." The warm liquid escapes from the slit in his throat, cascading down on my hand. Tiny raspy gasps, followed by a long withdrawal of breath. Turning I stare at the family, the new blood dripping from the tip. Walking over to the mother, I wipe the blood on her cheeks. Kissing the tip of her nose softly. The kids crying violently. "Aw, shut up already!!" I yell at them, the knife swaying about in front of their faces. Stupid Josh! See what you made me do?! You made me kill my own brother!! I sit in the chair, diving the knife into the wooden table beside me. The rest of the blood slowly forming a small pool on the table, dripping ever so slowly through the cracks to the floor below. Peering over at my brothers’ dead body I watch as the blood coats his shirt, flowing down on the torn carpet. His eyes wide with horror and surprise, are glazed over with a milky residue, his mouth wide as if trying to eat the largest hamburger, a small line of blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. Pity.

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Opening the door wider I notice that no one is here. Sighing disappointingly I uncock my gun and place it back in the holster. Coming into the middle of the room, my brow scrunches upward. There is nothing here. I take out the key that is marked 212, then glance around the room once more. Only one window that has been busted open, the tattered curtains blowing with the wildness of the wind. What the hell does this mean then? Why give me a key to a room that has nothing in it? I turn around to face the door and notice a letter taped to the wall behind the door. Walking over I place my gloves on. Opening it I begin reading:

Crumpling the letter I rush downstairs. Yelling to the other officers that we gotta head back to the station. Their dazed and confused faces were a bit comical. I get on the radio and notify every officer to get back to the station. Hopping in the passenger seat I peer down at the key. Look closer eh? Hmm... Placing it back in my pocket I look out the window, still worried about Rick and what happened to him I mean, he wasn’t such a bad guy after all.

Author's note: I still do not have a title for this as of yet, but maybe when I finish it I will. If ya'll have any suggestions, please let me know! Thanks once again for the rates and comments! And does anyone know how to copyright this so no one steals it? My mom is just worried someone will, but I don't know how to do it, if you know please please tell me!! THANKS! :D