Braeden's POV

Pissed off.

Scorned.

Backstabbed and betrayed.

Those were three of the emotions that ran through my mind as I raced through the streets of Waleska after making my daring (if not ridiculously stupid and dangerous) escape from prison. I read way too many stories of young boys my age and caliber who became some lunkhead's bitch and lover and I wasn't going to be the next statistic.

I also wasn't going to be like that Bellevue guy who offed himself all because he could face down the backlash that would come from his parents and family members, who I bet we're going to be furious for what he did and sad that he offed himself. Unlike him, I wasn't the one to have any form of regrets for what I thought was right.

But I did regret the fact that I didn't kill that Harding brat earlier, like on the day before he buried his family. If I did that, I know that I would still have Logan in my arms for however long I would have before being sent off to prison. Curse my nature to show a little bit of mercy on all my prey and allowing them to have some leeway.

I ought to make sure that I don't make the same mistake once I get rid of everyone else- my man included.

That's right, folks. Once I made my return to Cartier Valley, I was going to make sure that I turn the ART center and boarding school into a massive graveyard by killing everyone and anyone that stood in my way before making the move to end the little troop of friends.

I'll start with the ladies known as Sellers and Valenzia, the two women who started my road to destruction by placing me in isolation and punished me for my "unforgivable deeds (I call it acts of justice)."

Then, it's on to the Guerro brats, who kept me apart from Logan by ratting me out when I kept the others away from him. Those two really get under my skin.

Dr. St. Pierre would be next in line, simply because he refused to be the replacement for Logan when it turned out that his nephew didn't want anything to do with me. As fine as he was, I knew that nephew and uncle were alike in mind and spirit- both of them hating me for what I stood for and not giving me a fair chance.

Then, I'd go in and off that Harding brat completely. Slowly torture him with merciless beatings and stab wounds with my pocket knife and strangle him to the point when I'd just kill him before burying him in the pool where he'd've been in the first place.

And then... Logan would be saved for last. I'd hate to do it, but he had left me with no choice at all. He had chosen to deflect my offers to make him into a real man and he'd fell in love with that ugly troll named Wendell Harding. Of course, I'd give him one last chance for him to make me his. If he accepts, then he'd be free to live and only face a few wounds. But if he still stuck to those guns... then he can join Wendell in the pool.

After all of that, I'll blow up the school and kill myself inside- a perfect tribute to make sure that the whole world would remember my name. No one would be safe from what I had in mind. And I wasn't going to rest until I made sure that no one would survive.

Fuck Hurricane Wendell! Superstorm Braeden was about to hit Cartier Valley Academy with a vengeance!

And so it begins for Braden's ultimate downward spiral. I want to feel sorry for him, but I can't since he's too hyped up on vengeance!

In the next chapter, we'll check in with Wendell as he meets Braden's parents and ex-fiance as they have some things to say about the now-demented teenager!

Dedication: BUW4_SH4R0N,

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