They were back. Will hated this place, the smell, the darkness, the cold, where his fingers almost fell off. He hated what happened here six years ago, and he also hated everyone who was here right now. This abandoned tavern in the middle of nowhere brought all the memories back. Screw this place and screw all of them.

"It's so ugly here," whispered Chelsey, but with her annoying and loud voice so that everybody could hear her.

"Not as ugly as Will's mom." Daniel was an idiot, everyone knew that, but he was able to convince you about it in his own way every day.

"Shut up," mumbled Will.

"Yeah, she said that when I tried to-"

"Everybody stop. We aren't here to act like children. At least try to look like adults, please."

Will hated Roy with every cell of his body, but at that moment, he had to confirm that Roy was right. Even though he was an asshole. And a total jerk who slept with his girlfriend. When he thought about it, he clenched his fists. No, he had to focus on his mission and why he was here. He had to make this all come to an end. Definitely.

"Great. I appreciate the silence. I wanted you to come here because I think this is a very memorable place for us," he looked at Will, everybody looked at Will, "so that's why I've chosen it instead of a bar in the town. We will celebrate here our special anniversary."

He took a bottle of vodka from his bag.

"Yes, let's celebrate! For the anniversary!" shouted Daniel.

"Anniversary?" Will didn't think of it as an anniversary. It was their dark past. Yes, it created a bond between them, but... they looked pleased about it.

"Of course. Our murder anniversary. You especially should remember it."

Will closed his eyes and counted to ten, then opened them. He had to stay calm, or he won't be responsible for his actions.

"I don't want to celebrate it and I also don't want to drink vodka. It's the worst alcohol in the entire universe."

Daniel leaned to him and smiled. "C'mon, Will. We will turn back if you don't want us to see you drinking."

"I said I won't drink vodka; it's disgusting."

Roy sat in the old chair, which made a squeaky noise, but it didn't fall to the ground. Chelsey was observing the bottle, she looked like a thirsty dog waiting for the bowl to be filled, only the stuck-out tongue and heavy breathing were missing.

Daniel didn't want to give up. "Just one sip. Pleeease."

"I won't celebrate the fucking murder of fucking homeless man in this fucking tavern where we fucking killed him," Will said coldly.

Daniel backed off and went to Chelsey whom he hugged. Roy smiled. He wasn't smiling often and it was obvious because it looked more like a pitiful grin.
"You killed him, Will. Don't forget that. We just helped you hide the body. You were the one who pulled the trigger."

"We were the diggers," laughed Daniel and slapped Chelsey on the butt. She giggled.

"Yea, I remember breaking my nail when we did it. It hurt as hell. But it was fun."

Will blinked. Twice. Did she really say that word-fun? What the fuck was going on in their minds? Was it a game? A test that he was terribly failing? Some kind of joke he didn't understand? But there were no smirking faces and secret winks, they all looked serious.

How could this even be possible? They killed a man here! A damn innocent human being! He had been living here in winter because he had lost his home and had had no other place to go. They surprised him, correctly, Will surprised him. He founded this old tavern and was the first to open the door and go inside. The homeless man attacked him - he was drunk and probably thought that Will just wanted to banish him forever.
Will reacted quickly, it was an instant reaction, the one that you don't even have time to think about. One shot from a shotgun that he was holding because of bears and the man was dead. He even didn't realize he was dead, that quick it was. Others didn't judge him, Roy just held his shoulder for a minute and then told Daniel and Chelsey that they needed to dig a hole, a very deep hole. Will didn't help them. He was just sitting in the opened doors, holding the shotgun like a stuffed toy, and crying.

And now they were here again. But this time he was the only one taking it seriously. Others were acting like idiots. They made fun of it. And if they made fun of it, it meant they didn't take it seriously at all. This meant they didn't take seriously also the promise they had made, that they won't tell anyone. Which also meant they could tell someone.

It was a quick thought that flew through his mind, but he reached out his freezing fingers, grabbed her, and held her tightly. They must've told someone. That's why they were so happy and making fun of it. They disclosed him.

He looked at them. Daniel was still hugging Chelsey and he was biting her neck, while she closed her eyes and tried not to moan. He couldn't stay these two. He only talked to them because he feared they would tell someone about the murder. Roy was looking at him. He was clever and probably guessed what Will was thinking. He shot a glance at the door. Maybe he thought he will run. Cute.

Will touched the gun tucked behind his trouser belt. He took a deep breath. Just stay calm. Don't let anyone see what you're up to.

"Will, take a shot with us. Just one. Please," Daniel tried it again.

"Thanks, I won't."

"William, don't be a pussy! Just take a shot. You're taking this too seriously," grumbled Chelsey.

That was the last drop. His nerves broke. He hated all of them, for who they were, for what they have done, for not taking seriously the promise. Don't worry, Chelsey, I will take a shot. He took out his gun and shot Roy right between the eyes before anyone could do anything. He got rid of the most dangerous one. Oh God, it felt so good to do it. After all this time, after all this waiting. He was training for this for a few years. It felt great to finally pull the trigger.

Chelsey shrieked, it was so loud that he almost had to protect his ears if they haven't been damaged by the first shot. He shot again, this time to belly, her beautiful and tanned belly. The bullet hit also Daniel-he was standing right behind his girlfriend. Will didn't want them to suffer. Two other shots and they were dead.

The tavern went silent. Finally. Now nobody could tell anyone what happened here six years ago. Or today. He was the only living soul here, and he liked it. Now he had to figure out what to do with the bodies and with himself.

He leaned for the bottle of vodka, opened it, and drank almost a third of it. He hated vodka so much. But he still took another shot.