Roger's Recollections

A Skull above any other.

I still can't believe it.

Not even now.

I still can't believe that Brian was the one behind everything, all along. Brian and my fucking father, working together against Taylor, against her father.

All for a vote.

A fucking vote.

When Mr. Brooks knew my father's radio equipment was terminal.

And he was right.

I trusted Brian.

He was everything to me. Like a soul mate. No, more than that.

He was like a brother to me. No, more than that, even.

A lover.

Even if we never made it that far, it still felt that way.

Looking at the two of us, one would think that Brian was mine. With all my brash statements, the hateful glares, the threats I made against Taylor and others.

People thought that *I* was the one in control.

But no, it was the other way around.

I was Brian's -- he wasn't mine.

I was his.

I watched him with Taylor, my jealousy peaking. I got the idea that he had a thing for her at first, especially once Ethan was out of the way. Even when I watched from the docks as Taylor saved Brian's life, and still managed to retrieve the key.

Ethan.

Poor, poor Ethan.

Brian was there with Taylor and I, when we discovered his body. His head had been bashed in, and God only knew the horrible death that had been bestowed upon him.

The cops, and even my fellow Skulls, and of course my fucking father thought it was all Taylor's doing.

Both my father, and Brian, knew better. They had drugged her by putting GHB in her champagne.

But Ethan...

I would never, ever have suspected that my father and Brian were behind his death.

They're murderers.

I remember when Taylor and Brian came to my house, when I was sneaking away that laptop for my father. I had no idea why he wanted it, that is, until Taylor and Brian and my father showed up. That was when I realized that Brian had sent Taylor the e-mail in Ethan's name, asking that Ethan meet Taylor at the Skull's banquet outside of her dorm. Thank God that Taylor was smart enough to dial 911 when she did, or my father probably would've killed her, with Brian's help. My father tried to shoot Taylor, but I took a dodge, taking the bullet instead. Christ, I was shot by my own father, thankfully in the arm and not somewhere more critical.

But back to Brian...

I still remember.

I still remember the first time it happened, when Brian slammed me against the wall and kissed me, hard, during yet another one of The Skull's infamous banquets. He was drunk, and so was I, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was then -- the here and now, as Brian once put it. He took me back to his room, but he passed-out before things could progress to the next level.

Maybe it was for the better.

I don't know if I could live with myself now, live the knowledge that I had slept with a murdering, deceitful bastard.

But none of that matters anymore, for I am no longer a Skull.

And neither is Taylor.

And I have her now.

We have either other -- a future together, as friends, and maybe even more.

I hope.

And as for Brian, he will spend the rest of his life in jail.

And my father is dead.

We live by the rules, we die by the rules.

-End

A/N: Yeah I know it was a little short, and kinda crappy, but I just watched The Skulls III and had to write something for it! xD I know this fandom is kinda dead do I don't expect many reviews, but a couple would be nice. Thanks for reading, and have a great time cruisin' ffdotnet!