Beckett P.O.V

I pushed open the door to the pristine ice-cream parlour, Bryan skipped underneath my arm towards the display, pressing his little forehead against the glass. The man behind the bar began to talk to him, asking him what he would like. Eric was practically inside me he was so close to me, his breath touching my hand. I hastily shoved it into my pocket, heading over to Bryan. I crouched down next to him, as he pointed to the blue one towards the back. "Are you sure?" I asked, Bryan's head bobbed up and down eagerly. The old man smiled, scooping it into a small sundae glass for him. He held onto it tightly, carefully walking towards the booth at the window.

I picked out the pink ice cream, it had been my favourite since I was a little boy. I had no idea what Eric had picked, as he had pretty much inhaled it as soon as he had paid for it. I sat downiest to Bryan, sticking my spoon into my mouth, my stomach thanking me for eating something for the first time since yesterday morning. Eric cleared his throat, I looked up at him, he was grinning sickeningly. "What?" I asked, putting more ice cream into my mouth. I wasn't fond of the expression on his face, in fact, it was incredibly disturbing. It looked as though he was about to lunge across the table and rip off my face.

"I'm so excited, Beckett. You really don't understand how much of a genius you are." He said in a dreamlike way, as though he was daydreaming. I smiled weakly, trying to distract myself by looking at Bryan. He was drawing pictures in the condensation on the windows, little stickmen with sticks for hair

"Eric, can we not talk about this with Bryan around? He's too young to hear about things like that, okay?" I asked, ruffling Bryan's hair. Eric chuckled, tipping his sundae glass up to meet his lips. The chocolate-coloured mixture dripped into his mouth, staining his teeth as he smiled at me. I officially regretted bringing him along, as he clearly was in a place of his own.

"Dude, he's wearing the badge, didn't you explain to him what it means?" He gasped, eyebrows raised. I frowned, in awe at his stupidity.

"He's a little kid, Eric? Are you dumb? Why would I fill his head with things like that when he cant comprehend what they mean? Use your brain for once, please Eric." I rolled my eyes with a sigh, finishing the rest of my ice cream. Eric looked down at his swollen feet, shaking his head, chuckling to himself. Maybe you should kill him too, a voice in my head hissed. I smiled, accidentally of course, but I knew that I couldn't quite kill Eric. He was essential to the plan, and I needed him to do all of my dirty work. I didn't want people having my home phone number, I didn't want unnecessary conversations with members of my little congregation. No. The only thing that I needed was Eric, behind the scenes, making sure that everybody was there for me to put into their place. I was much too busy to do everything myself, so a whiny little pustule like Eric could do the work for me.

"You're right, Beckett, you're right. Perhaps when he's a little older, he'd be able to join our cause." He suggested, the thought of that ever occurring seemed ridiculous. He'd have no need to join, the group would have no reason to exist after Monday. All of our problems would be gone, and we'd be able to live our lives as they were supposed to be. My mother and her little babies wouldn't be tormented by that fat fuck anymore. As for me, I could live safe in the knowledge that my family were safe, that Bryan wouldn't be tortured anymore for his speech impediment, and that my mother could finally have some money to her name.

"He won't need to, Eric. All of his problems will have gone. He'll just be free to be a kid, and he can look after his siblings like I looked after him." I shrugged, watching Eric's face curl into a disgusted frown. Obviously, he didn't understand the nature of the group. I sighed, "As soon as they're all gone, and as the school year ends, we won't need this group.  We'll go off to college, and live peacefully." I said, his face straightened out. His dim mind had to understand me at some point, I had no idea how he had managed to follow along with the thing. He could barely read, let alone comprehend the consequences of murder. Out of the kindness of my heart, I hadn't told him what would probably happen to all of us as our Revolution came to an end. I, for one, couldn't wait for the end.

"We should probably hold a meeting tomorrow, get everybody's morale raised. I don't know where we'll hold it without it gaining any attention from the police." I shrugged, chewing my bottom lip, before shoving the last of my ice cream into my mouth. My stomach was beginning to hate me, as it didn't actually want my favourite pink ice cream. It wanted more cocaine, this time, with a side of alcohol. Whiskey would do it. I didn't need an ID in this town, as the guy that ran the only store in town was desperate to sell something. My money was just as good as anybody over the age of twenty-one's money. Especially mine, as I usually bought his most expensive whiskey. Of course, I wouldn't take Bryan with me, I'd take him home first. A liquor store was no place for a child. "Are you done bud?" I tapped Bryan's shoulder, he nodded putting his mittens back on.

"There's the park - but I guess that its too visible. Uh, behind the back of the school-"

"I'll sneak the old man's keys and we can meet at the school. We can walk around, I'll set the ground-rules, talk through the events, and just, you know, get myself ready." I said, standing up, allowing Bryan to slide out of the booth. Eric struggled to get out as he had wedged himself between the table and the booth itself. I sniggered, as he managed to free himself, dusting himself off.

"What time?" He asked eagerly, rubbing his doughy hands together.

"After dark, lets say around - nine o'clock. Everybody has to get there on time, so we can go in. Tell them to bring torches." I said, before patting him on the shoulder, grabbing my brother, leaving the ice cream parlour. I waved at the man behind the counter as we walked past the window, Eric had already decided to buy some more ice cream. He was probably trying to calm his nerves - he was probably more excited than I was.

"Come on, kid, let's get home before it gets dark. If you're lucky, momma might let us make cookies." I said, raising my eyebrows, watching happiness in its purest form spread across his face.
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Song Of The Chapter - Hey by Slaves

A.N

Five parts left, how are we feeling?  I know that I'm incredibly anxious and excited to see how bad my script is tomorrow. Ahhhhhhhh, ah well. I have loads of History work to get done but I'm sat here grovelling.

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