DANE

We were sitting in the lounge room, Niklaus was drinking whiskey. This morning when I checked in on my bruise; it definitely looks a lot better. But still hasn't gone unnoticed. He pulled out 2 phones out of his pocket.
"Here; I already gave our parents the phones. I thought you'd need some entertainment." He says, speaking to Natasha, and handing one to me. Although they were old models, it was at least something. We could work with this.
"No internet though." He put the empty whiskey cup on the glass table, "don't trust you enough. Gotta earn it. Also, it's got my phone number and some credit. But Dmitri and I are the only ones you can contact; unfortunately."
And I'm guessing the whole basement thing from 2 days ago didn't help. I unlocked the phone, just to see its capabilities. The notes app, camera, gallery, calculator, measuring app, and a compass, was all we had. Once again, Niklaus's intelligence was one step ahead of us. He deleted the clock app so that we couldn't figure out where we were.
Natasha whispered to me: "the notes app and the camera would be important."
"Yes, they would. The compass too."
"When would we ever use the compass?" She scoffed.
"I don't know, but we'll need it one day."

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For the past few days I've been getting throbbing headaches from the deprivation of coffee. It doesn't help that my daily coffee intake was saturated in caffeine. Maybe some fruit juice would help. I was in the kitchen, leaning over the table top. There was a fruit bowl and a blender.
"We'll do it for ya." A random man in the kitchen said. "Choose the fruits Mr Marchetti."
"Uh- no Walton is fine." I sighed, "hm."
I stared at the fruits. "Just do a berry combination thanks."

I drank the purple concoction. Since banana was considered a berry, he added it in. The banana overpowered the rest of the fruits sadly enough; and the aftertaste made me want to throw up. It was a melancholic day, the clouds were grey, and the sky was a dark shade of grey-blue. Niklaus was talking to a middle aged man wearing heavily tinted sunglasses, at the front of the house. His hair was buzzed, and he was short. He nodded his head and started walking upstairs. I placed my purple residual amalgamation on the table, and walked towards the foyer. I wanted to know who the guy was, but obviously without talking to him.
As I followed him up the stairs, only then was it I realised he was holding a gun, and it wasn't a stupid one. It was physically very large. He readjusted the sunglasses on his face, and he kneeled down on the ground, as he pointed the gun in between the small opening of Natasha's bedroom door.

Oh fuck.

Niklaus put his arm around me, and chuckled quietly. "Shh."
As I looked down, Niklaus was handing me his Luger. "I hired a hitman to kill Natasha. Hurry!"
"No I can't do that-" Niklaus left, and I was left with his gun. I wasn't going to shoot him. But if I didn't, Natasha would get killed. I was going crazy.
I was going to hate myself for killing someone, but I would hate myself even more losing Natasha; for fucks sake.
I put both my two hands on the gun, one of the fingers on the trigger. I shut one of my eyes to point it right at his head. My finger pressed on the trigger harder, as the man's fingers pressed harder on the trigger as well. I officially fucking hate Niklaus. I was trapped. I only had one option.

Please forgive me for this.

I pressed harder on the trigger, one more time, and in a split of a second, a loud bang echoed around the house, and there was blood everywhere. His head was cracked open, darkest shade of red everywhere. It was pooling. My heart sank. I dropped the gun. He is dead. I killed someone.
The loud bang lured Natasha to the door. When she opened it, she had a horrified expression on her face. Great, just great.
"Dane. What did you do." Her eyes darkened.
"Nothing. It's nothing, Natasha."
"You shot him didn't you?"
I couldn't respond. A wave of guilt washed over me "Yes. I did. I'm sorry I didn't want this to happen I can explain-"
"don't talk to me Dane." It almost seemed like tears were falling from her pretty eyes.
Niklaus was up to something, and it certainly wasn't going to be nice. The man's body laid on the ground. I stared at it for a while, ignoring the gore. It was me.
My hands were trembling just looking at him. Niklaus patted my shoulder, and I batted it away.
"I think I like you a bit more now Dane." He smiled.
"I was just at the point where I could bare with you. I never want to speak, or see you again."
"Do you want the body to just stay there or do you want to get rid of it?" He scoffed, "you'll have to talk to me cupcake."
"Let's get rid of it."

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We decided we were going to burn him alive. Niklaus supported his head while I carried his legs. His body was cold, and it was the worst feeling I had ever felt. I don't know if Natasha would ever forgive me, or give me the chance to ever speak to her, and explain myself, so I guess I'll just accept it. I would rather her alive, mad at me, than her dead, on good terms with me. Dmitri was behind us, holding gasoline, and a lighter. The same lighter they use to light their cigarettes. Although, one upside is that I took my first steps outside, in god knows how long. There was nothing I can identify as to where we were. And even if I did figure it out, I would need Natasha to escape with me; but that wouldn't work because of the state we're in.
We placed the frigid, red and sticky body at the back of the car. It was starting to smell like decaying flesh.
"Dane."
I stayed silent for a while, looking out the window. "what."
"You need a best man, don't you? Oh, and someone to arrange a nice suit and tie," he winked, "I'm a good option cupcake."
"Fine, only because you quite literally are the only option."
"Great! We can start looking today!"
"No." I said, "I need some time away from your presence."
"Fine by me."

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Dmitri was driving the car, and Niklaus was on the passenger seat, which ultimately meant that I was stuck at the back with the stench of a decaying body; that I killed. I was so worried about the stench, that I didn't bother looking outside. I'll have to live this way from now on.

We eventually got to the forest, and both Niklaus and Dmitri exited the car, leaving me inside. The car door was on child lock, so that I wouldn't escape. But would that really matter if they're letting me out into this forest anyway?
Niklaus unlocked the door and chuckled, "sorry cupcake, childlock and all"
When I got out, the body was already there on the ground. Now I could really see what I did to him. The bullet penetrated his skull, and blew his brains out of it. It was a horror to see, it was even turning grey. Dmitri was pouring the fuel over his body, until the smell of the petroleum was able to be smelt from a 20 metre radius. He opened a fresh pack of cigarettes, and put one into his mouth, lighting it with the lighter in his pocket.
"Want one?" He asked.
"No, thanks."
After he was almost done with the cigarette, he threw it into the saturated petroleum mess. It burst into flames so quickly, that I had to take a step back. It almost smelt like we were cooking meat.

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I woke up, I was sweaty. I had a nightmare. I still couldn't get the image out of my head; his head, and Natasha's face. It was true fear in that moment. Niklaus was a shitty soul, we all knew, but this was the worse he'd ever gotten. To trap me to shoot a man about to kill her. The smell of his body, just mere minutes after he died. It was horrifying; everything I experienced yesterday was also todays horror. I didn't want to see anyone. How does Niklaus kill one, and forget one, in a day; incredible really.

It was only a few days before the wedding, and I can only imagine what Natasha's view of me is now. If only she allowed me to explain myself, maybe she wouldn't have to see me this way, but I guess I had to see it coming; after all.