(I recommend you listen to the song as you read, it's kinda what I imagine is in Beckett's head throughout the day, other than Rocketman by Elton John <3)

Beckett P.O.V

I had been staring at my alarm clock for hours, watching as the green numbers counted down to my favourite time of the day. As the shrill noise sounded, I instantly slapped the button down, inhaling the silence that had fallen. Grinning, I ran a hand though my hair, rubbing my eyes. It was only a matter of hours, until the grand finale- yet, I had a few final goodbyes to make. Standing up, I wandered over to my desk, neatly placing the sheet down onto the surface. I stared at my pen for a moment, before perching myself on the edge of my chair, carefully taking off the lid.

"Momma,
                     I wish that there was an easier way to show you that I love you. I wish that there was another way that I could show you that I love you and that I want you and the kids to be safe. Today, I'm eighteen, legally an adult! Time's gone by fast - especially this past week. You've probably noticed some changes in me, and I wish that they were less obvious. What we're going to do today is probably not going to go down the way that I intend for you. The kids probably won't live a safe life- but the one thing that terrifies them will be gone. That disgusting thing that you married. I know that you wanted me to grow up with a father figure, after mine went wherever he did, but I wished that you never bothered.
That man's hurt you more times than I can count on one hand, not to mention what he does to his own kids.

So, my gift to you today is simple. In honour of you bringing me into this world today eighteen years ago, I'll take it away. I'll take the fear, and the horror away. You'll never have to see him again. I could probably say the same about myself- living or dead, you'll never want to see me again. And that's okay. I'll know that you, Bryan, Cicely, Dakota and Sam will all be safe.

               I love you with all of my heart,
                        Beckett."

I sniffled, wiping my eyes, frowning. A good leader never shows emotion, I reminded myself. Shaking my head, I reached into a drawer, pulling out an envelope. I wrote 'Momma' on the front, tucking the flap into the back.

Next on my agenda, was my secret stash. I needed a dose of it before I began the end of him. Standing, stretching my arms, I exhaled loudly to calm myself. It would be a few minutes before my mother began to cook breakfast. I would be able to smell the bacon-stench wafting up the stairs, searching for me. Shaking my head, running a hand through my hair, I reached under my bed. My small metal box had been waiting for me, ready to lead me into the spree that was going to begin. I chuckled, flicking the latches up, taking the lid off. The bag of white powder that fuelled my days was patiently waiting for me, almost smiling at me as I held it up to the dim light of my room. I emptied a small amount of the powder onto my night stand, sitting on the edge of my bed. There was a rolled up dollar sitting in the box, as if somebody else had put it there for me.

I guided the powder into three beat lines; completely aware of the fact that I would be completely wired until the end of the day. Placing the note near my nostril, I inhaled, sliding the note along. Wrinkling my nose, I did the same with the other two lines, feeling somewhat liberated soon after. Sealing the bag, I tossed it into the box, along with the note, kneeling down on the ground. Pushing one of the floorboards across, I dropped the box into the space, pushing the board back. I began to chuckle, putting a hand over my mouth to stop myself from bringing any attention to myself.

Spinning on my heel, I knew accepted the fact that I probably would never step foot in my immaculate room. My oasis, my safe-haven. Shaking my head, I blamed Ronald for taking me away from this place. He was the one that had turned my life upside down, and he was the one that was causing my mother endless misery. A tear brimmed in my eye, I frowned, wiping it away quickly. I had no time for tears, or remorse, or sadness. I had business to attend to, a liberation of sorts. Closing my eyes, inhaling deeply, I listened to the sounds of my family downstairs. I knew that they would be waiting for me, and I knew that they would all be beaming. It comforted me, that the last image of them in my mind before the event, would be all five of their smiling faces. No sadness, no terror - just happiness, and pride. Picking up the letter for my mother, I decided to follow the sounds, leaving my haven, heading down the stairs.

The first thing that I saw, was my smiling mother. She shuffled towards me, cupping my cheeks, kissing my forehead a million times. I smiled, as she looked at me, pride in her eyes. I knew that today's events would change that, however, she would be free. Her babies would be free - and so would I. The thought of that obese thing upstairs lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood; well, it chilled me, sending shivers across my body.

"Happy birthday baby. I can't believe that you're an adult." There were tears in her eyes as she spoke, I frowned.

"What's wrong momma?"

"I just love you so much, baby. It feels like yesterday that I was rocking you, singing Rocket Man to you when you were a few weeks old. It was the only song that calmed you down when your dad was loud." She said, sniffling, squeezing my cheek again. "Anyway, enough of the nostalgia, go and eat your pancakes. I made them special for you." She managed to smile, I nodded.

"I love you too momma." I said, as I sat down at the breakfast bar, listening to my younger siblings talk to each other about meaningless, childhood concerns. I wasn't particularly, but I knew that my mother had slaved over my breakfast. She always did when there was a birthday. I cut everything up into neat pieces, rationing the strawberries out to each piece. My mother used to watch me eat, she told me that it fascinated her. I was very particular about things like that, and I supposed that that would be something that she would miss. I would be at peace, having fulfilled my destiny. "Beckett?" Cicely called to me, maple syrup all over her face.

"What's up little one?" I asked, shoving a neat pile of food into my mouth.

"I'm gonna draw you a picture today for your birthday." She said with a smile, showing me her toothy-grin. I chuckled, nodding my head slowly.

"Thank you little lady. I'll make sure to put it up on my wall, and I'll keep it forever and ever." I promised, basking in the sunshine that came from her little innocent smile. She giggled, returning to her breakfast.

The floor above me began to creak, I looked up. It's awake, a voice in my head cackled, I had to refrain from smiling. His Judgment Day was nigh, and I had the privilege of condemning him to a cruel death. I caught myself smiling, so I covered my mouth, wiping it with my hand. My birthday pancakes were the first meal that I had properly eaten in days, and in all honesty, I felt energised. I had no idea if it was just the drugs, but I thanked both my mother's excellent food and the white powder that controlled my life. I could hear him coming down the stairs, I found myself getting giddier and giddier.

To spare myself the torment, I got up from, my stool, placing my plate into the sink, leaving my letter just out of sight. I headed over to the table that my younger siblings were seated. I wrapped my arms around each and every one of them, planting kisses on each of their rosy cheeks. Then, I got to Bryan. I crouched down next to his chair. He turned to look at me, a smile on his face. "Because you're a big boy, will you promise me something?" I asked, keeping a straight face. He nodded, copying my facial expression. "Will you promise me that you'll look after your momma, and your brother and sisters?" I asked, brushing his blonde curls from his face. He nodded, I smiled. He held out his little finger, I wrapped mine around it. "You're a good boy." I said, standing up, ruffling his hair. He giggled, going back to his food.

I turned around, noticing that Ronald was stood in the doorway. His stomach bulged over the small grey shorts that he insisted on wearing. I cringed, my hands balling into fists as I looked at that grotesque thing. I cracked my knuckles, heading towards him, clicking my tongue at him as I shoulder-barged him out of my way. I pulled on my coat, adjusting the pin on my lapel. Crouching down, I picked up my bat, spinning it around in my hand.
~>•<~

Feeling the wind against my face as I walked, I felt empowered. My body felt like it was being bathed by fire, yet, the feeling was somewhat pleasant. Unfortunately for me, I had to stop my dear, Eric's house. He was essential to the plan, and I had to keep him fully immersed in the proceedings. I came to a halt outside his house, standing outside the pristine front-lawn. There he was, standing in the window, smiling at me like a madman. The idiot bounded out of the front door like a happy puppy, taking the time to close the door behind himself. I figured that he had killed her, judging by the fact that she wasn't there to pray for me in the window. Shrugging, I kept my mouth shut, as the two of us began to walk to school.

"Know what I did?" He asked, looking pat me with glistening eyes.

"What, Eric?" I asked with an exasperated sigh.

"I killed her man. I killed her, and I feel amazing. I don't think that I've ever felt like this before. I can eat what I want, I can go wherever I want, I can hang around with you without her trying to keep me away." He said, his yellow teeth flashing. The cocaine helped me to process the nature of his appearance, which was almost as bad as Ronald's. Their waistbands were similar, the compulsion to eat their families into financial depression was probably another thing that the two had in common with each other. I shuddered again, dragging my bat against the ground. Eric's kill was done, out of the way, the only thing that he had left to do, was follow my commands. Lock the doors, patrol the corridors, make sure the classroom's are inescapable. "Do you know what else?" He asked.

"What else?"

"I stabbed her. I stabbed her twenty times in the chest - well, she was probably dead by that point. I suffocated her when she was watching some art show on public access. It just felt good. Is that how it's supposed to feel?" He asked, looking up at me. I refused to look at him, knowing that I would feel somewhat faint if I did. I needed all of my strength, and ifs had to keep talking to him, I knew that I had to avoid eye contact.

"I don't know, Eric. I've never killed a man before." I said sarcastically, the sound of the wood dragging against the floor helping to drown out the nagging sound of Eric in my ear.

His nagging voice was drowned out more as we approached the school, as the voices of the children transcended his whiny drivel. I held my bat behind my back now, knowing that students would probably begin to suspect something if I continued to drag it along the floor. Eric was already going on and on and on about how it felt to kill his mother; secretly, I was battering the urge to turn and bash his head in where he stood. Knowing that sick little fuck, he would probably get some sort of pleasure out of it. He was the friendship that I regretted, and perhaps one day soon, I would let him know all about that regret.
The bell began to ring, echoing throughout the corridors. I expected a wave of nerves to wash over me, however, excitement was in place of that feeling. I don't think that I had ever been so excited in my entire life, the day he would die had come along so quickly.
                                      ~>•<~

Sitting in my classes, I began to reflect on the situation. They didn't know it, but some of the happy souls sitting in their chairs, would breathe their last breath of air today. Their last, bitter, metallic breath. It had to happen. They had to realise what they had done to us. It was a necessary evil. I refrained from doing any work, knowing that I'd never need the information hurled at me anyway. I would be free as soon as the event came to an end, I would feel better than I had ever felt in my lifetime.

We had met together, laughed together for the last time- well, they laughed, I just thought to myself in silence. I was too high to even contemplate laughter. The one thing on my mind was Ronald, and bream cracking open like an Easter egg. That made me smile, and the rest of them grew silent. Looking up, straightening my face, they looked at me through hopeful eyes. "Be prepared for one o'clock. That's when the finale begins. Good luck." I said, raising my eyebrows, scraping my chair back, the metal legs screaming against the linoleum flooring. They each nodded, before turning back to continue their conversations. If any of them failed me, I would hunt them out personally.

I loved the way that my boots echoed against the floor as I made my way to Ronald's office. Spinning the bat in my hands, I was thankful that it wasn't taken from me by some self-entitled teacher. Chuckling, the thought of having to wrap my hands around Ronald's fat neck. It reminded me of memory foam, and I hoped with all of my might, if that was the case, that my handprints would still be in his skin for the police officers to find. Wiping my nose, I began to drag the bat along the ground, listening to it scrap against the old linoleum. The hole place needed knocking down. It would probably be for the best if they changed the place into apartments or something. The place was too old for children to be taught in. Rolling my eyes, I suspected that Ronald would've spent the grant money for renovations on a lovely bottle of moonshine from the bartender down the road from here.

I was close. The blue sign mounted on the wall in front of me, with a horrendously large arrow pointing to the left, told me so. Turning on my heel, I marched along the corridor, peering into the classrooms. I saw members of my group, sitting patiently, clicking their pens in impatience.

Placing my hands on the door to his office, my gaze was met by the receptionist. She didn't look as upset as the last time I saw her, yet, she was wearing her pin with pride. "Could you tell the Principal that I need to see him. Urgently." I said in a low tone, she smiled brightly, picking up the receiver of the phone, pressing a button. I could hear the dial tone, which was followed by a grunt of sorts. She spoke, telling him that I was here, I heard another grunt, and she put the phone down.

"You can go in." She said, pointing to the door. I held out my hand, she nodded, placing a small brass key into the palm of my hand.

"Thank you." I said in a low tone, heading over to the scene of the crime. Twisting the handle, I heard the click, before stepping inside.

The smell of whiskey filled my nostrils, I'll have a glass or two after he's gone, I told myself. I smiled, closing the door. He was standing behind his desk, facing the old painting of the school building behind him. Keeping an eye on him, I slipped the key into the lock, twisting it. In the event of him overpowering me, I couldn't let him escape. He didn't deserve to escape.

"What the fuck do you want? I have a good mind to kick you out of my house right now. You're old enough now." He blurted out, as I slipped the key in my pocket. He turned to face me, my hands behind my back.

"It's my mother's house." I reminded him with a chuckle, the sheer audacity that he had to suggest that he owned anything of worth was enough to send me into hysterics.

"I pay the mortgage. I pay for you to load around in your room-"

"With what fucking money Ronald? You spend all of your money on yourself! Not once, have you bought anything for your children. Instead, you buy booze, cigarettes- whatever else it is that you do with your money. You've never thought of anybody other than yourself. You're a selfish fat cocksucker and I hope you get everything that you deserve!" I screamed at him, feeling tears dribble down my face. He began to laugh, wagging a finger at me. Just a moment more, I told myself, let him get a few last words out.

"Perhaps you're right. I don't think that any of you deserve any of my money. That mother of yours- well, I know that that stuttering, queer little thing she birthed nine months after we were married isn't mine. There's no way, that I could produce such a monstrosity! Sometimes-"

"Don't you fucking dare talk about my little brother like that!" I said, trying not to immediately lunge at him and finally put an end to all of our struggles.
Instead, he turned away from me, sitting on the edge of his desk. It creaked disgustingly, as the weight of his body forced itself down onto the wood. He expected me to just leave the room out of anger, but oh was he wrong. "It's been a pleasure talking with you Ronald. I can definitely say that I don't feel somewhat enlightened by this conversation. Nevertheless, you certainly will." I said, sniffling, wiping my nose with the back of my hand.

I stepped onto the chair in front of his desk, taking in a long, deep breath. He hadn't been listening to me anyway, and he certainly hadn't noticed the weapon in my hands. My bottom lip was between my cheek, as I swung my bat over my head, holding it there for a moment or two. I could've sworn that I heard the air whistle, as I forced the bat down; it collided with his watermelon of a head. There was an audible crunch, as his blood splattered against the cheap painting in front of him. He fell forwards, as I swung my bat down again, grunting as my arm moved.

I stood on his desk now, hitting his head about five times a minute. My face was wet from the blood, as his body fell to the ground. I was breathing heavily, biting my lip, peering down at him. For once in his sorry life, he was superior, and for once in her life, my Momma was free. I threw my bat down at the whale-carcass that was now my stepfather, jumping down next to his head. I kicked it with my boot, before pulling his desk chair out. Letting out a sigh, I put my boots up, the metallic smell of Ronald's blood had already filled the room. I reached down by my side, pressing the button to turn on the intercom. I picked up the little speaker, holding it up to my mouth, pressing the button again so that the little announcement chime would ring throughout the corridors.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. My name, is Beckett James King, and I am your saviour. It has come to our attention, that some of you sitting here in this high school, have sinned. So, we, have decided to bring you your salvation. Take it as a gift, from us to you. This is what you deserve. This is what you are owed. Thank you for listening, Canterbury Tech, it will probably be the last time you listen to anything. We are The Revolution, and we have found you. Goodbye." I said calmly, holding the speaker so clouded to my mouth, finding myself laughing hysterically. I pressed the button, the chime going off again, as screams began to fill the air. Chuckling, I looked down at the body behind me, it's blood was all over the floor.

"Fucker." I said under my breath, kicking his head, spitting on him.
I picked up my bat, spinning it around for good measure. Taking the key out of my pocket, I unlocked the door, slamming it behind myself. I looked over at the receptionist, who was slumped over in her chair. Frowning, I uncurled her clammy hand, placed the keys into her palm, and closed her fingers again. I lifted up her head, noticing the nosebleed, letting go of her head. It slammed off the desk, her limp body falling to the ground.

Shrugging, I turned on my heel, throwing my bat. Tucking my hands into my pockets, I wandered into the screaming abyss.
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Song Of The Chapter- Champagne Supernova by Oasis

A.N
Final proper chapter of this story, is definitely a long one- sorry about that. All that's left is the dramatic ending- and trust me, it's bloody dramatic!!
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