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— The Final Day —

We sit down for our last meal together.

This is the final day.

Stakes have been too high for the past days, as well as drama.

A piece of roast and mashed potatoes sit on everyone's plate.

"Um, before we eat," Monica says. "Jack, I have a question."

Shit.

She holds up her hand and inside her hand is my briefcase.

No no no no no no. This is the worst thing that could happen.

"Can you please explain what this is? And, no more lies." She reaches to hold Daniel's hand.

Well, of course I'm going to lie. But this one doesn't seem that bad.

"Um, I hate for you to find out this way. But, I got ahold of a dealer and whenever I need a break, I infuse that into me. I know I need to stop, but it's addicting."

"This is entirely unacceptable Jack," she says, getting frustrated. "I know I'm not your real mother but this is not something we do in this household. Do you understand me?" She asks sternly.

I look down. "Yes ma'am."

"You're lucky we don't enroll you in therapy," Daniel says. "Legally, we can't really do anything to help or harm you."

At this point, this really does feel like a family.

During the rest of the dinner, I question if I really can carry out my mission. If I don't, I have a better place to stay, I can shut down The Program, and I have a great family, who I wish could still trust me after the things I have and will put them through. However, if I do, I'll end up successful as the top Program member, I will gain trust, be in line for the leader position, and even have some money for myself.

After dinner is over Daniel says, "It is family game night, so get ready."

"I think I'm gonna go for a run real quick," I say. "I need to clear my head. It has been a stressful week."

I walk outside and look at the house once more. It's so grand, but so expensive too.

I start to jog down the sidewalk as a small amount of real tears fall down my face.

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I pass by giant houses, taking in the breeze as it blows in my face. The wonderful outdoors is never the same at The Program. I'm always having to do something that involves murder, but this, this feels like home. A real home.

I attempt to shake away the thoughts but it doesn't work. I'm constantly reminded of the true feeling of the Reed's home.

I stop for a second to look at the sky. I start to ugly cry and my face gets drenched with tears. I can barely view the stars as my tears fill up my eyes.

"Shit!" I scream. "Why me?"

I let all of my anger, sadness, and stress out. I scream things I've never said before.

I sit in the middle of the street, burying my head into my knees. I scream at the top of my lungs and cover my ears. I can't beat the pain anymore.

I can't do it.

I have failed my mission.

I will not kill the Reeds.

I will not steal their fortune.

But I must go back to The Program and face the consequences. However, they are better than putting any harm and danger into a loving family's lives.

I slowly pull my flip phone from my pocket. I wipe away the tears and flick open the phone.

I dial Mrs. Simmons.

"Hello Jack. I'm assuming you're ready?" She asks.

I sniff. "About that. I can't do it. The Reed's don't deserve this. The only thing I've done is wrecked their lives."

"Hm, I figured you'd say that. I have a van ready. Its outside of the house. Get there as quick as possible."

"Yes ma'am," I say through more tears. I hang up and stand.

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I take off running again, drying my tears as I do so. I must show no vulnerability whatsoever. It's already bad enough having to face consequences.

I approach the house and right in front of it is a large, black van.

A man jumps out from the back doors, holding them open for me. I climb in. A long bench surrounds the entire wall of it. I take a seat.

Another man in gear is already seated. Two guards. One me.

The other guard jumps back in and closes the door. The van starts to move. We slowly pick up speed.

One guard leans to the other, "What a pussy," he says.

I raise one eyebrow and listen in closer.

"Yeah for real," the other guard responds, rubbing his bald head. "Thinking that they weren't going to send Gavin to finish the mission." They both start to giggle.

Wait what?

Shit, I forgot about Gavin.

I panic. I can't do anything about it now. The Reeds will be dead and I'll have lost.

This can't be.

I raise from my seat, flying across the van, slamming my fist into the bald guy's face. I uppercut his chin, leaving him unconscious as he slams his head onto the wall.

The other guard draws his pistol and slowly backs away from me.

"Don't move! Or I'll shoot!"

I stare at him in his eyes.

"Oh yeah?" I say, slowly reaching into the bald man's holster.

"Not if I shoot you first," I say, quickly drawing the gun. I shoot at his head.

A bullet flies through the air but it's like I see it in slow motion.

It spins in midair, as if a gymnast was doing a trick. It flies right into the man's forehead, splattering blood all over the back wall. He falls to the floor, just as the van screeches to a stop.

The driver door opens.

Oh no.

I get my gun ready for him to open the door.

"What's going on back here?" The man screams as he tries to figure out how to open the door.

He flings the door open, and he has no time to process anything before I slam my foot into his face. He falls backwards onto the ground.

I aim at his head, blowing his brains out onto the asphalt road. Blood leaks from every socket of his face.

I jump out of the van and take off down the road. I must make it to the Reeds before I'm too late.

I run faster than the time on the treadmill to the home. My legs are exhausted by the time I arrive, but that can't stop me. I run up to the door and burst through it.

"Guys!" I scream. It's completely silent. Not one single peep is heard.

"No!" I scream, bursting into a few more tears. "Why would you do this?" I ask, hoping for some sort of response.

Maybe they're elsewhere in the house and they already started the game. I walk through the kitchen, turning my head to check everywhere. Not a single soul.

I walk into the living room.

There they are. The Reeds, each handcuffed to the railing of the stairs, and they're seated on the floor.

Gavin and another armed man stand by them.

I look at the Reeds.

"No! What did you do?" I scream as I look at Monica and Daniel. Both of them have their heads hung back, allowing me to see the blood oozing from their necks. Their throats are slit open. They're lifeless.

Monica and Daniel are dead.

I look at Jay and Jenna. They both have fear in their eyes. They're crying. They are as close together to each other as they can get, attempting to get their last moments of love in.

"Oh, Jack. It's so nice to see you," Gavin says, winking at me.

I flip him off.

"I guess that's a new trick you learned in your normal people life," he says, laughing.

"Wait, you know these bitches?" Jay asks, staring me dead in my eyes.

"Hey, young man! You watch your mouth! Or I'll do you like I did your helpless parents," Gavin says, pulling out a knife covered in blood. He stares at it, then licks it.

"Hm, the yummy taste of blood," he says.

"You shut the hell up!" Jay screams at him.

"Oh, well in that case," Gavin says, approaching Jay. He pulls Jay from Jenna and onto his feet. He stands behind him, holding the knife to his throat.

"Well I guess it wouldn't be fair for me to kill all of you, so Jack, why don't you do the honors. It would lessen your consequences for sure."

"Don't you dare do anything to him," I say. "I'm sorry guys, I don't know how to explain this to you." I look back and forth between Jay and Jenna, and even the other armed guy. He wears the typical uniform and has blond hair that's in a middle part.

"Make your choice Jack. Kill pretty boy here, or I'll do it."

"No!" I shout. "I'll do it. Just give me the knife."

"Uh uh uh, I'm not dumb. I'll stay here. You, well you have to beat him to death. Punch his face in until he can't breath. Beat his guts until they mash inside of him and cause his body to fail. We all want to see that."

I nod in agreement.

I stare at Jay and those still tempting eyes. "I'm sorry dude."

I drive my fist into his stomach as he stumbles back, not moving because of Gavin. He just lets out a groan.

I even step back a little. I can't bear to do this. But I have to in order to live a better life back at The Program.

I ball my hand up again. I slam it into Jay's face. Blood drips from his nose and mouth as his face flings to the left. He can barely stand. This last one is going to do it. It will knock him unconscious.

Two gunshots sound in my ear. The blond guard falls to the ground. Jenna squeals when the body falls close to her knee. We all turn to see a blond woman standing there with the gun aimed at us.

Alana Peters.

Wow, what a save. Betrayal is the best kind of revenge.

Just in this moment, Jay takes this distraction as an opportunity. He elbows Gavin in his armor plate, hard enough to get him to release his grip. He turns as he gets away, grabbing the knife from him. He backs up to me.

"I really hope that was all staged," he gets out. "You beating me ya know?"

Gavin draws his gun, turns to Alana, and fires. A splash of blood flies from her thigh and she falls to the floor.

I immediately kick the gun out of Gavin's hand, sending it flying to Jenna. She instinctively grabs it.

"No one shoot!" I shout. "I want this to be fair."

I hand my gun over to Jay and then bring my guards up. Jay backs away and Alana moves over to comfort Jenna, as well as grabbing the gun from her.

I move in first, swinging a punch at his face. He blocks it and counters with a punch to my gut. I stumble back, coughing a bit from the strength of the punch.

He comes in while I'm weak, sending a kick to my face. I push it away, making him stumble a bit. He immediately regains balance as I regain my strength.

I lurch forward, swinging my elbow at his face, knocking him right in his jaw bone. He knees me in the chest, then slams an uppercut into my chin. My head flies back and pain fills it.

Jenna buries her head into Alana's chest, and Alana holds it with her arm, comforting her with a rub. Jay is standing ready with both weapons.

I blink to try and lessen my blurry vision.

Gavin walks up to me and drives a kick into my shin, causing me to fall on my knees. He walks behind me and wraps his huge arms around my neck. He squeezes at max strength, cutting off my breathing.

I can barely say, "Jay, don't do it."

I struggle with my arms, trying to swing them into Gavin. My legs are useless, but I'm most vulnerable in this position. I need to stand.

I use the very little strength I have left to slowly raise myself up. Somehow, Gavin finds more strength to squeeze my neck with. I gasp for air as my vision starts to fade.

Then I remember.

Thank you Parks Carter.

I stick my leg behind Gavin's, and yank it towards me. His grip releases and he smacks onto the floor all in one movement. I go down with him, bringing my elbow up, and then slam it into his face when I land on the ground.

Gavin gasps when he finds he's lost the lead.

I straddle him and bring my fists up.

One at a time, I slam my fists into his face, screaming at the top of my lungs.

I bash his bones in, getting his blood all over my hands, face, and clothes.

I finally get off of him, leaving him barely conscious.

"Jay, wanna do the honors?" I ask.

He nods.

He hands me the gun and then readies himself with the knife. He straddles Gavin just like I did.

"You took the people I loved most," Jay says. "All I care about for you is that you burn in the pits of Hell."

Jay brings the knife to the side.

He quickly slices it across Gavin's neck, covering himself in the splash of his blood.

Jay starts to scream and continuously jives the knife into Gavin's neck and face. Blood flies everywhere, landing on every single person in the room.

I pull Jay off of Gavin. "Dude, he's dead," I say.

All Jay can do is breath heavily. I hold Jay's back, getting more blood on myself.

Jay starts to cry, but turns to my front and lays his head on my shoulder. He cries in my shoulder and all I know to do is wrap my arms around him. Comfort him. He just lost the very most important people to him. I can at least be there for him.

Eventually he pulls his head up and I walk over to Alana and Jenna.

"Are y'all ok?" I ask. "Besides your leg Alana. It'll need medical attention."

"Yeah, I'm good," she says, and Jenna nods.

"But one thing," she says. "My name isn't actually Alana Peters. It's Sophie. Sophie Simmons. As in the daughter of Rachel and Calvin Simmons.