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The day of reckoning. It was a sunny Friday afternoon, not a cloud in the sky, our ears rung with the tweeting of nearby blue jays blissfully unaware that today was the most important moment since the universe’s conception. “You know what to do?” Peter said to Lois with a seething look. “yep, it’s a good day for it.” She replied. “no more time…” Brian muttered already in costume holding a picture of Stewie. “He’d be proud of you Brian; you’re giving your life for a good cause.” Peter said with conviction, “There’s so much I wanted out of life, so many days I’ll never see.” Brian moped as he looked blankly at the bright street that he’d soon die on. “I guess I’m lucky, not many people get to know when they’re times up.” Brian finished, “We’re going to get the fucker that killed my friend, try and stay focused.” Peter reminded. It was 20 past 4 when we got too Joe’s, tensions were high, we knew that one mistake would be fatal. On the way over we exchanged few words, when we arrived Lois went and got in position. As I marched up the drive with Brian, I thought of all the ways Joe had betrayed me; he murdered my son, my friend and was about to make my kill my dog, I knew this was the right thing to do. Ring “Hell-… Wha…?” Joe Asked sweating. “Hello, Joe.” peter said keeping his cool, “I’ve got a new Joe,” he continued “He’s much sweeter than you.” “YOU SON OF A BITCH YOU STOLE MY IDENTITY??” Joe Roared. It was as cool as it was tense around the back of the house as I picked the lock, soon I would be an accessory to murder, I remember feeling scared but confident as the adrenaline pushed me further, into the house, into the hall, eventually to the front door where Joe sat, a wave of sweat coated my brow as I grabbed the lamp turned weapon, soon he would be no more. As I sat on the porch, my legs devasted from the night before, I started thinking, thinking of what it would be like, what is it like to die? Would I feel it? Or will it be like sleeping? Soon all that would be left is to find out. I approached him slowly, step by step, 3 steps left, 2 now, “could I live with myself afterwards?” I wondered, one step left, and I would’ve killed him, no time now, I geared up and took my swing. I heard the lamp smash and knew she had done it. My wife had killed my judas, now the last enemy that shall be destroyed is before me. “Peter…” Brian pleaded “I’ve always been loyal, you’ll never see me again, just let me go.” “you know I can’t do that, Brian.” Peter whispered drawing his Colt, “You’ve always been lily livered, if I let you go, you’ll go straight to the feds.” ”Peter please, no, I’ll leave the country plea-” the noise of the gunshot echoed for miles around, “sorry boy” peter said walking down the drive with is wife, then another bullet flew out of nowhere.
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