Does anyone ever recognize him when he dressed like this? Apparently not. A male nurse outfit had always fitted his slender body, despite a cold look plastered on his face. He will do anything for this job, because it will feed him for life.

A cheque of 17 million dollars had been passed onto his hand yesterday, and he couldn’t wait to cash it. First thing he’s going to buy is a beach house in Malibu, plus a plane ticket to Hawaii and maybe a worldwide travel alone, who knows?

He pushed the food tray cart slowly, avoiding all eyes because he actually here for a task. ‘Kill Patient in Room 327’ was all he needed to know. A Chopin’s opus smeared through the air, and he quickly glanced at the source of it. A disturbed patient was playing it beautifully, with eyes glaring at him, as if he knew he was about to kill someone here.

He waited for the guard to unlock the door to room 327 patiently, as pressings on the upright piano became aggressive, remarking he was in the zone.

The door was now opened, Chopin’s piece greeted the wind that combust through his face as he pushed the trolley cart in. He saw a female patient was standing in front of the window, looking depressing as ever.

He waited for the guard to finally leave him as he purposely did his task in preparing the food as slow as ever. Just as the pressing on the piano outside became soft, and gentle. He drew near, so near that the female patient started to turn around and at the same time he pulled out his silencer gun from his pocket.

She gasped.

He pulled the trigger.

A sound of a quiet shot blared through the room, but hadn’t gotten out fully as he watched the female patient stared at him for mercy. The bullet went through her ribs; she gasped for air and collapsed on his feet a few moments later.

He put the silencer away, scanned around the room and ready to get out. But his eyes caught something beside the bed and made him stunned there.

A vase of black tulips. His trademark. This patient was one of his employers. His mind now ravaged full of questions. He hadn’t deal with a female employer before...how the hell the black tulips ended up here?

“FREEZE!!”

He immediately jumped and spun around. A flock of officers dressed in SWAT suit started to fill the room urgently, making him unable to run.

“YOU’RE UNDER ARREST!!” the officer yelled, but Chopin’s piece still sounded clearly from outside the room. He held up both of his hand, caught in the act.

“Sir, this patient is dead.” One of the officers announced as he walked closer to the female patient’s body.

“Looks like you’re caught red handed, huh bastard? No more black tulips for you after this.”
He chuckled darkly. “At least I got the last job done.” He murmured quietly as the officers started to bring him out of the room, his hands cuffed together behind his back as the Chopin’s opus ended finally.

---

Last time Brian was by her side was one week ago. She didn’t show much progress then, except her breathing went normal despite she still had to use the oxygen as an aid. His sister McKenna, and Andy will text him every now and then, informing her condition.

Brian was now on tour with the band around US, and he was left with a new security crew. A guy this time. He played on stage wearing a lifeless look, sometimes he gave up playing and called one of their fans to play for him. His eyes glued on the cellphone screen, waiting for good news. How long will he have to wait until she wakes up and finally recovers?

They were in the bus now when he suddenly heard Valary screamed from the back. Everybody panicked, Matt was the worst.

“What?? What’s wrong, baby?”

“Matt! My sister…my sister…”

“Your sister? Michelle? What’s wrong with her?”

Valary broke out in tears, the phone in her hand dropped to the floor and Brian knew exactly what happened.

“She’s…she’s…she’s been killed…in her room…oh God..”

Matt hugged his wife tightly while the others exchanged glares among themselves. Eventhough they despise Michelle for everything that happened but she was once a part of them too.

“We have to go home.” Valary begged.

“But baby..we’re in the middle of..”

“She’s my twin sister goddamnit! Matt, we have to turn back.”

Matt glanced at Brian who ran his eyes away and eventually agreed to turn back home.

~*.*~



(LOL imagine Brian wanted to do this on Michelle's grave)

It was raining at the cemetery. Raining hard, as hard as Valary’s crying when the priest saying something about Michelle and her resting place. Everyone looked down, including Brian even if he was the one behind all this. He didn’t feel a slip of regret but afraid that he will turn out to be just like her.

“I know she’s a criminal, but she’s passed now. Forgive her, Brian.”

Brian glanced to his left. Zacky rubbed his back and gave him a small smile. He smiled back.
“I just hope Jimmy will kick her ass when they meet up there.”

Zacky chuckled bitterly and only then realized they all had scattered to pay their last respect to her grave. They paced forward, throwing a handful of soil and Brian threw in a stem of black tulip, in significant to what she had done in her life. An odorless sin.

“Rest in hell, bitch.” He whispered before he moved away from the grave.


The funeral gathering after that went on smoothly, and somewhat cheery despite River being cranky as hell because Valary kept locking herself in her room that she once shared with Michelle during their teenage years. Murmurs of chattering happened downstairs as Brian watched Matt knocking the door and begged for Valary to come out.

“Val, come on. Don’t be like this. She’s moved on. So should we.”

“Go away Matt.”

“Right now your son and I need you. Come on, babe. Open up.”

Valary didn’t answer. Matt glanced weakly at Brian behind him, asking for a little back up. He walked further and knocked on the door softly.

“Val? This is Brian.”

“What do you want?”

“Nothing. I just want you to know that I’m happy your sister is gone. At least she can find herself some peace on the other side. She couldn’t get that here.”

A few seconds later, Valary opened up the door roughly. “What?? You’re happy now that my sister is gone? What the hell Brian? We just saw her..being shoved down..underground..and you’re…”

“At least it got you out of the room.” Brian backed off and patted Matt on the back. Matt thanked him and brought River into the room, holding his wife to his side.

The door closed on him and he felt empty at once. He wished Addie would wake up right now so he could kiss her and tell her how much he missed hearing her voice, her laugh, everything.
His phone suddenly rang, and he glanced at the screen.

Hospital calling…

“Oh shit.” He picked up immediately. “Hello?? Is she woken up yet??”

“Hello, Mr Haner. I’m calling from the hospital to tell you that she showed some positive signs today. She can breathe on her own now and her blood pressure came back normal.”

“Really? Oh thank God. But she still didn’t wake up?”

“Unfortunately, no. But it is advisable if you or anyone close to come and have a talk because during this stage, we never know what could happen. She could probably respond to you.”

“Thank you. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Oh and, I’m actually not allowed to tell this to you, because it’s still in the early stage of experiment, but I’m your biggest fan so I’m just gonna say it.”

Brian frowned and wondered if there was any hospital worker that looked like an Avenged Sevenfold fan.

“What is it?”

“The doctor decided to keep the pregnancy and feed the baby through the IV. He wanted to see if the baby can still survive if the mother is induced coma. So far your baby is healthy, Mr Haner.”

“WHAT??”

Notes

A/N: wuahahaha! so the baby is ALIVEEE!! i tried to go out of the cliches of Avenged boys actively making babies but u guys wanted it so. :P