Twisted Dance

Jeremy pov:

As I watched in terror, my heart skipped a beat as Steve crumpled to the ground, blood staining the spot where he had been shot. I rushed over to his side, desperately trying to rouse him.

"Steve, please wake up! Don't you dare leave me!" I cried out, clinging to his limp form.

His eyes remained shut, his complexion turning pale. Oliver stood there, laughing like a heartless monster. He had pulled the trigger, taking the life of my beloved, his very own brother. At that moment, I realized I could despise him no more than I did already. Today, I longed for nothing more than to end his existence.

As I stared up at Oliver, his twisted grin etched deeply into my memory, I couldn't shake off the sick pleasure that gleamed in his eyes. He revelled in the pain he had caused, and in that moment, I silently vowed to myself that he wouldn't get away with it. I was determined to make him pay for the anguish he had inflicted upon everyone around him.

"I'll end you, Oliver," I seethed,