Revenge

It was a little less than three weeks earlier in late October when this insane plan started to take shape. What I thought was a regular day, was anything but, because the news that was coming my way would rock my whole existence, making me do things I would have never thought I would have done before. Things I told myself I would never do. Then again, isn't that what we all say? That we won't do these bad things, because we have been taught by our mums, dads, teachers, and the people we look up to, that these said things are immoral. So we force into our minds that we won't. Well until we do it, that is.

I will never do drugs.

I will never have sex before marriage.

I will never steal.

But we do these things. These things we vowed ourselves we would never do. Some would say this is because we are imperfect humans incapable of not falling into our sinful ways, but I believe that is absolute shit. We're all are capable of controlling ourselves. It's the things around us that we can't control. This is what pushes us to break those vows, and to have us gain this continuous amount of guilt that, at least for me, won't ever go away.

However, I'm getting ahead of myself. Again it's late October; October 25th to be precise, exactly five months after my brother, Tyler's, death. It was also the first time since his funeral that I had saw Venny. I had gotten a call from her few days earlier saying that she needed discuss something involving Tyler, so I didn't really hesitate when she asked for me to come over to her flat. Plus I missed her, being that she was like the sister I never had.

So that's where I was that day. My feet carrying myself up the steep set of stairs, and down the walkway towards the door that Venny had instructed me to go to. Only seconds after my knuckles placed a rapid amount of knocks on the wood, it swung open, putting me right face to face with a raven haired lad that went by the name of Zayn, who, last time I checked, was a member of The Sons of Moss Side. One of the higher members actually.

When I realised who it was, I wanted to run away, because the last time I was around a member, my brother ended up dead, but he had already saw me. Zayn rushed me into the flat, and closed the door behind me before any curious eyes could spot what was going on. Inside, everything seemed to be so rushed. Every word that was said to me would go in one ear in out the other, because it all seemed to some kind of sick joke.

kill

kidnap

revenge

Those were the words that stood out the most, swirling around in my brain for me to try and make sense of them all. All of them being very foreign to me, because they all went against everything I have been brought to know. I was taught not to bring harm to anyone else, and to let the harm others do to me go, because two wrongs don't make a right, but how could I have said that to them? Their minds were so set on this plan, and I just so happened to be a big part of that.

As they went more in depth into their plan, it became much more evident to me that they had obviously have been planning this for so time now. I wouldn't even be surprised if this plan started forming the day Tyler died. It seemed like they had planned out every single detail right down to the way they were going to part their hair, and now all they needed was the right time to come.

"So we believe the plan can begin in the early part of next week, particularly on Tuesday," Zayn started to inform me. "At 15:00 is when the higher members of the house leave to give out drugs to sell, and have their dealers cash in the money they made from the previous week. The security won't be as tight as it normally is, so that is when we'll strike." At that moment he had spread a map of The Sons of Moss Side's head building, also referred to as "the house", which quite the understatement to its size due to it being as massive as a mansion.

"We'll enter through the back vents, where the rooms are located. If I'm correct, then the girls should be with newer members doing laundry, taking inventory, and making sure all the artillery is up to code." He continued on going into more detail of mission, and then finally coming to the actually reason of it. To kidnap Eleanor, the girlfriend of Louis Tomlinson. Now Louis wasn't the head of the gang, but was the leaders son, and in a lot of ways, was more dangerous than his father. Especially his temper.

At school, there were kids who constantly talked about The SoMS, and its leader's crazed son. Rumours would circulate around school about how he beat, mutilated, shoot, and killed people just for looking at him the wrong way. Of course, being that it was high school, I thought all of these rumours were just simply that, rumours. That was until I met Venny, who at the time was still a member of The SoMS, and when I asked, she confirmed all of that to be true.

So for Zayn to say that we were suppose to kidnap the girlfriend of this psychopath, scared me to death. This man was and still is known for his anger issues, and I have only once been unlucky to witness that side of him. His anger was something that could lace your good dreams with horrid nightmares, that would keep you up night after night for months on end. Then eventually leaking out into your reality, making you check every alley, and look behind you with every other quickened step that you took. All of it because you don't want to experience anger like that ever again.

"Once we have Eleanor, we'll take her to the cabin in the woods, and keep her there. From my experience of being around Louis, I'm absolutely positive that he will do any and everything in his power to get her back, because I know for a fact that, besides himself, she is the only person he cares about. He'll probably be so fucked over her being missing, that he won't even realise that it was us who took her," Zayn scoffed, shaking his head at how easy he thought all of this will be.

"Whilst Eleanor is being held captive at the cabin, that's when we'll take down anyone who had something to do with Tyler's death."

"Those bastards won't even know what hit 'em," Venny mumbled more to herself than anyone us. That was also the first time I had heard her voice since I got there, and like when I spoke to her on the phone, it was quite low and raspy, like she had been crying day in and day out since that horrid day. The deep colour of red in her eyes proved to me just how true my accusation was.

It was positively sad for me to see just how heartbroken she really was. Before that day, I had never seen a frown on her face. Not even at the funeral, then she was just in shock. Probably still hadn't completely grasped on to the fact that Tyler was indeed dead. Hell, I still hadn't. But before then, she was the happiest person I had ever grown to know. From that day until the last day I saw her, which was much sooner than I would have ever liked it to be, Venny was never truly happy again.

"Okay, let's do this."

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