2 Chapter 2

For 20 years, the name RB, and BR, spread around the world as the most sinister duo of father and son ever. We killed more than a hundred people each and raped more than 50 victims.

Our gang grew bigger, consuming all other big gangs in North America. We were known for our ruthlessness, kidnapping, human trafficking, raping, theft, gun trafficking, and more.

We once fought the Mexican government but we held three of their big cities hostage if they don't let our men in prison free, and they had to, or else, more than 5 million people would die.

This increased our infamy, and I started seeing many videos on YouTube talking about the most ruthless gang and the biggest gang that ever existed.

To be honest, our manpower was enough to take over a small state, but I guess I didn't have the drive to lead that, so did father.

Sometime along the line of my life, I started enjoying killing and doing cruel things to people. I didn't only do it to get famous like before but now to enjoy myself. Killing will sometimes give me an orgasm, especially if it is creative like ripping open someone's stomach and using their intestine to write something.

I lost the ability to enjoy raping a female and only orgasm when I kill. I started craving more. Wanting to kill anyone I see in different ways. I became a full-blown sadist. My father was more controlled than me and didn't go crazy as I did, but he was into something else. Raping something wife or daughter in front of the family before killing them.

Seeing me craving more killing, my father said I need to control it before I get caught but I couldn't hold back and killed him. No, more like torture him. I improvise and killed him using the rat torture.

That was my most orgasm yet. I loved it. Seeing my father in agony. I wanted more and I became reckless and went out to kill someone else but once I left the abandoned building I live in, I was surrounded by police on cars, helicopters, and even some snipers, all pointing their guns at me.

That when I remembered when my dad was on the phone this morning, he was turning us in. I smiled, knelt, and put my hand behind my head. My time has come.

I was taken in and sent to a room before strapped to an iron electric chair before a camera was put in front of me and it started rolling.

"Name. Rick Brandon. Crime. Murdered 328 humans. 114 men, 121 women, and 93 children. Raped 45 women. Human Trafficking. Drug trafficking. Robbery. Cannibalism..." A man standing beside me started listing a list of crimes I committed to the camera.

After he was done, he walked away and a priest from the catholic church came up to me and looked down at me who was staring straight at the camera, wondering if it is live.

"Do you regret what you did?" He asked.

"No." I answered, yawning.

"Do you repent?" The priest asked.

"No. Please just get this over with." I said, looking at the priest. "The devil is waiting for me," I said, grinning maniacally, my eyes arching.

The priest shivered before shaking his head. "May God be with you." He said, before moving back.

"Wait, what of my final meal?" I asked, looking over to a man in all black moving toward a lever beside me.

"You don't get the privilege." The man said, grabbing the lever.

"Well, since I am going, might as well leave with a bang." I looked toward the tv and smiled, " Remember me world. At least I wasn't worst than Hitler. I mean, I had the chance to consume Mexico but didn't have the drive. So you Mexicans, be happy I am going to die today, or else, you people would have been the next holocaust..."

The man pulled the lever in between my speech, causing electricity to shoot out from the chair, shocking me. I felt the pain rush through my body and I grinned wider at the camera, not wanting to scream.

The electricity turned purple and got hotter and more painful. As if God, happy for my coming death, purple lightning struck from the sky, through the building, and to me. Killing me immediately.