REVENGE OF THE MOURNER

I'll Kill Every Last One of You!

On the outskirts of Greystone Hollow, far from the city’s noise…

In a rundown one-story house, two women—twenty-three years apart in age—were sitting and chatting. The younger one, wearing a brown velvet coat, picked up a cup of coffee from the round table between them and took a sip.

“You’re really leaving now, Rose? It’s not even late yet,” the older woman said, her eyes fixed on the road.

“I don’t have a choice, Mom. One of my coworkers called in sick last minute, and they asked me to cover for her,” Rose replied, setting her cup down. “It’ll count as overtime. Good money. We could use it.”

Mary, the woman Rose called 'Mom', immediately looked sad. Still staring at the road, she said, “I’m so sorry, Rose. If I weren’t blind, you wouldn’t have to work this hard.”

“Don’t say that, Mom.” Rose looked her in the eye, firm. “None of this is your fault. It’s the Harringtons'. They’re the ones who ruined our lives.”

“But if I hadn’t gone blind—”

“Mom, please stop blaming yourself. Please.”

The fire in Rose’s eyes made it clear: she wasn’t just angry, she was hurting. Ever since that controversial rape case that sent Leon to prison five years ago, the Harringtons had tried every trick in the book to destroy them, to grind their already fragile lives into the dirt.

Rose—once a high school math teacher—had been fired and blacklisted after nude photos of her—all fakes, generated by AI—were posted on various adult platforms. Mary? She went blind temporarily after someone poisoned hetory she worked at.

Rose knew the Harringtons were behind it. She had received a package from them with a card that said, “Congratulations.”

“I’m heading out, Mom. Go back inside, okay? Don’t stay out too long. It’s not safe,” Rose said, standing up and adjusting her coat.

“All right. Be careful. Text me when you get to work.”

Rose stepped down from the porch. She hadn’t told Mary what her real job was. If her mother ever found out she worked at a strip club, she'd beg her to quit.

But quitting wasn’t an option. Not when they were barely scraping by.

She was just a few feet from the gate when a loud noise erupted from the right. Seconds later, a dozen motorcyclists appeared and screeched to a stop in front of the house. All of them wore sleeveless black vests with skull logos on the back.

Rose froze. Her eyes widened.

Gangsters!

They hopped off their bikes and started approaching the gate—some of them even vaulted over it.

“W-what do you want?!” Rose shouted, stepping back and clutching her coat.

“What do we want?” said the one with long, greasy hair, grinning. “Simple. We’re gonna tear this house apart until it’s unlivable.”

“W-what? Y-you can’t do that! I’m calling the police!”

“Go ahead. Call ’em. You think we’re scared?” the long-haired thug said, flashing a row of yellow, jagged teeth.

“S-stop! D-don’t come any closer!”

“Or what?”

The long-haired one pulled a hunting knife from his pocket and flashed it at her.

“You don’t get it, sweetheart. No one’s coming to help. Not you. Not your blind mother. You’re both going down with this dump.”

Rose’s heart sank.

Was that… a death threat?

What the hell was she supposed to do now?

“Rose, what’s going on? Who’s out there?” Mary called out as she stood up. Using her cane, she started slowly walking toward the front.

“Get inside, Mom!”

“What?”

“I said GET INSIDE! NOW!”

While Rose was distracted by her mother, the long-haired thug jumped and landed right in front of her. Then his hand shot to her throat.

“Gghk!”

“I hear you work at a strip club now,” the thug said, gripping her neck. “Bet you’ve got a smoking hot body under this coat. Be a damn shame if we didn’t get a taste before we kill you.”

Rose’s face turned pale. She was going to be raped? Was this really happening?

“P-please… don’t…”

Tears rolled down her cheeks. She could hear her mother calling out for her, panic in her voice. 

The thug, meanwhile, licked his lips and pressed the tip of the knife to her throat, then slowly trailed it downward toward her chest.

“Let’s see what you’re hiding under this fancy velvet coat,” he sneered, yanking it open.

Her deep cleavage was now exposed.

“Damn! Big tits on this one. You flaunt these babies for those sleazy club-goers?”

Rose didn’t answer. Eyes shut tight, she kept crying. She was so terrified, she couldn’t even lift her arms.

“Then you won’t mind if I enjoy ’em too, huh? I bet plenty of those creeps would’ve paid extra for a shot at the real thing.”

She clenched her eyes shut harder. Her mother’s voice rang out again, louder now, in full panic.

“Shit!” the thug snapped. “You two, take care of the blind bitch! Shut her up! I don’t want to hear another damn word from her!”

Three of the gangsters rushed toward the porch. Rose could hear them shouting at her mother, which only made her sob harder.

The long-haired thug went back to her bra strap, tracing his knife across it.

“You won’t be needing this,” he growled, slicing it off.

Rose wanted to bite off her own tongue, especially when she felt the thug's filthy hand on her left boob.

Someone, please... anyone… help me! Help us! Please! she screamed in her mind.

Frustration and despair consumed her. After five long years of fighting to survive, was this really how it would end? She couldn't accept this but couldn't do anything to change it!

And then, just as the thug’s hand slipped inside her bra and gripped her other boob, the screech of tires split the air.

A second later, a voice thundered:

“I’LL KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU!!!”

...