Post by Damien on Oct 2, 2009 0:37:54 GMT -5
Part One
As requested, I put up more of my work.
Do expect more, as this is a series of ten.
I sat confined in my corner, shadows twisting this way and that around me, their soft hands brushing like feathers upon my pale cheeks. I raised my head ever so slightly, my eyes gazing into the eyes of the darkness that was my past, taunting me with the haunting memories and unforgiving actions. I filch slightly as I am shown one memory that stands out from the rest, the memory in which I am force to watch my Mother murdered by the hands of my sadistic Father, her blood still on his hands as he turns his murderous gaze upon me. The memory was such a frightening one, first I was forced to watch my Mother die, and second my Father stole what was left of my innocence. I feel dazed as my subconscious mind forces me to watch the memory; I try to close my eyes but my body doesn't listen, it wants me to re-live the disgusting moment.
‘She really was a pest. An annoying little pest she was. Despite her nagging, she still had her perks. Her beauty being the only one that is…’ I see my six year old self shake in fear as my Father comes closer to me, his hands running down my face and cupping my chin tightly.
‘You have her beauty you know? You remind me so much of her, Vincent...You have her dark hair, her sapphire eyes, her paper white skin…’ I grimace as he places his mouth upon my throat, drawing in my scent and his lips lightly grazing at my skin. I hear myself whimper again and see myself try to pull away, but my Father catches me by my hair and pulls me back roughly, slapping me across the face. I see tears clinging to my dark lashes, as I stare up at my twisted Father.
‘You are mine now, Vincent. Don’t try to run for I will catch you. You are my pet now and only mine.’ My Father pressed his lips roughly to mine, digging his tongue in not much later. I see tears run down my face, and my Father notices, slapping me and telling me not to cry. His hand rides up my shirt, brushing at my skin then pulling it off and leaving burning kisses to mar my porcelain skin.
“Stop!” I cry out in reality, shielding my eyes from the memory, but the memory still comes, taunting me. I watch as my Father brushes at the skin just above the hem of my pants, my little six year old body shaking.
“STOP!” I cry out louder when my Father’s hand digs into my pants. Hot tears run down my face, my body shaking much like in the memory. I try to turn away but I can’t, the memory is there, blazing right in front of me making me watch as my Father runs his dirty hands over my body, feeling everything that wasn’t his.
“STOP!!!” I roar out, and the memory fades away with my hot tears, leaving me to fall to the ground in a heap.
“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you so much. You damn bastard!” I sob out, my body shaking as I cry. I feel soft hands brush my tears away, and lift me up, pulling my chin up slightly.
‘Don’t cry, child. Your face is too beautiful to be marked with tears.' I stare at the shadow before me, its soft hands brushing away more tears still clinging to my lashes.
“Why do you care? You’re just another shadow, nothing special to me. I don’t need your kindness, I am not worth it.” I stated simply the truth and nothing more. The shadow locked gazes with me, its haunting grey eyes looking deep into my own sapphire ones.
‘Oh but child, you are something special to me. I’ve been watching you, silently wanting to help you in your times of need. Your inner darkness is so beautiful to me, child. Why don’t you let it out? Don’t you hear it’s pleas of freedom? Wanting to unleash it’s self upon your Father for hurting you? I can help you child…’ I gasped slightly as the shadow brushed its lips across my ear, whispering its promise to me. I turn my head away from the shadow, my lips curling into a sneer.
“I don’t need your help.” The shadow laughed quietly and pulled my chin towards it so I was looking directly into its eyes.
‘Just trust me child. Let me help you unleash your darkness, let me help you give in to the temptation. The forbidden fruit is waiting, Vincent. Just take it…’ The shadow whispered his gaze boring into mine. I silently agreed that I did want to give into the darkness, I did not say this aloud but I had the feeling that the shadow knew. I smiled darkly at the thoughts that ran through my head, and called out to the darkness inside of me.
“Do you want to come out and play tonight? Kill that bastard of a Father?” The only reply that I got was a joy filled purr. I turned to look back at the shadow and licked my lips ever so slightly. A chilling smirk curled my lips as a came to a decision. I would kill him Father where he stands, taking all my bitter hate and using it to destroy him slowly. I told the shadow of my brilliant plan, and he let a wide grin spilt his lips, letting lose a loud laugh.
‘You made the right choice, Vincent…’ I simply nodded in agreement and started off.
"Now let’s pay a visit to my dear Father, and taste his blood tonight!" I said, looking at the being before me with joy.
“Are you coming with me?” The shadow looked down to smirk at me and patted my head.
‘Of course. I want to see that bastard die at your hands.’ I smiled and started off, the shadow trailing behind me.
As we finally reached my Father's house, I shivered with disgust as memories came crashing down upon me. I pushed them aside, not wanting to deal with them tonight. I knocked upon the door, and the man who answered the door was my Father alright. He still looked the same, a deceiving look in his eyes and an air of deadliness surrounding him. I wonder if he still remembers me, granted that he hasn't seen me since the age of ten and now, at the age of eighteen, I paid him a little visit.
"Hello, Father dearest." I say, my smirk slipping off my face as my Father runs a dirty eye over my body.
"What the fucking hell? Who the fucking bloody hell are you, calling me your damn Father? Why would I want a little shit like you?" He shouted, his hands gripping tightly at the door frame.
Still a heavy curser, I see.
“You don’t even remember your own abuse victim? You should remember quite clearly, since you were the man who stole my innocence." I sneer out. The man gave me another look over, and I felt myself shudder at his gaze, memories playing themselves in my head.
“Vincent? No it can’t be you. Not after all these years. Oh well, I have my play toy back again.” Here my Father smirked, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into him.
“No Father I am not going to be your play toy again. It’s quite the opposite; you are going to be my play toy.” I pulled roughly away from him, and smiled at him, darkness creeping into my smile this time. My Father furrowed his brows, and laughed quite fully.
“What are talking about, draft child? You really are like your Mother, just as stupid as her too.” My Father jumped slightly as I help my weapon against his throat, cutting his skin just slightly but enough for blood to seep out slowly and cover my hand in its crimson glory.
“Now Father what was that? Calling me stupid were you? You’re the stupid one, Father.” I said shortly and dug my weapon deeper into his skin. My Father looked at me with wide eyes, looking down at the blood covering my hand. The man tired to back away, but the shadow caught him in an iron embrace, whispering dangerously in his ear.
'No you’re not going anywhere, bastard. You are going to die by Vincent's hands tonight. Prepare to perish...'
Oh how I loved the chilling voice of my dear shadow friend.
“What the fuck are you doing? You fucking psychopath! And who the fuck said that! Stop this fucking shit right now, Vin--" I slapped my hand over his lips, hating the annoying sound of that rat like voice. I searched my pockets for my needle and thread, smirking as the shadow held him tightly and he stared at my needle and thread like a frightened animal. I carefully sewed his lips together, purposely stabbing him harder as tears start to pour down his cheeks.
“You talked too much. There, no more hearing your annoying voice ever again." I said happily as I finished my work, patting his newly sewed lips roughly causing him to let out a muffled cry. I smiled, placing my bloodied needle back in my pocket, and patted his head like one would do to their children.
"Don't cry, Papa. It was for your own good. Now your throat won't go raw from screaming as I torture you." I say, cocking my head to the side innocently.
The man stared at me, horrified, tears slightly running down his face to mix in with the blood from his lips. I lightly brushed his chin with my finger and licked off the blood that had collected there, closing my eyes in bliss.
“Ah, just the right taste. Not too sweet or too bitter.” The man looked at me with trembling eyes, and tired to get out of the shadows grip but luckily the shadow was much too strong for him.
‘No you’re not going anywhere, bastard’ It whispered, clutching him tightly against his chest.
I yawn, and almost lazily raise my weapon off his throat and ram in into his stomach. I watched with bright eyes as blood gushed out, dripping down to collect in a puddle at our feet. I pulled it out and cleaned it off with my shirt, taking not a single notice of the arm reaching out for me. My Father grips my throat tightly, causing me to see flashes of bright colors. With a rush of unexpected strength, I raise my blade up and slice off the arm before it killed me. My Father's body bounces back into the shadow's grip as his arm is sliced off, watching with dazed eyes as I peel off his fingers and glare at him hatefully.
“Just to make sure you don’t ever try that again; let’s chop off your other arm shall we? Oh and maybe your legs too just in case.” I say with anger coloring my tone, and slowly slice off his limbs, letting him bathe in the pain. I keep a close eye on him, and the shadow switches his grip to his waist, bringing out the sturdy rope we brought with us and tying up the pitiful man.
“Oh Papa has no arms or legs now! I can fix that!” I said happily, laughing at the horrified look upon my Fathers face as I sewed his arms to his bleeding stumps that were once his legs and sewed his legs onto the bleeding stumps that were once his arms. I saw my Father’s eyes turning glazed, a sign that Death was claiming his soul already. I pouted, not wanting the man to die just yet, and thought of what I could do in a short amount of time. I let out a bark like laugh as I thought of the perfect idea.
“You always had pretty eyes, Papa. Since you don’t need them anymore, can I have them?” Not waiting for an answer, I dig my fingers into his eye sockets and pluck out the shiny silver orbs. I got greatly annoyed as my Father tried to scream and escape, so I ended his life quickly my simply slitting his throat and letting him bask in his own blood. I look at my Father for a long time and find that my eyes are suddenly blurry and my cheeks wet. I rub at my eyes, willing the tears to go away but they do not. I realize with a sudden thought that what I am feeling is bitter remorse, and that I am a killer, a cold hearted killer.
‘Don’t cry, child. He had to die; your feelings of wanting to kill him were not bad ones. Don’t feel remorse for the man who caused you so much pain, Vincent.’ I heard the shadow’s soft whisper echo throughout my ears, and I raised my sullen tear filled eyes to look at it.
“Your right. I shouldn’t feel guilty that I killed him, I should feel happy. I will feel happy, shadow. Just for you…” The shadow smiled lightly at me, and patted me on the head. ‘
That’s the Vincent I know…’ I smile again and pull the shadow along will me as I turn to walk away.
‘I can’t Vincent, I can’t go with you. My time with you has finished. I must leave now…’ I widen my eyes and furrow my brow in confusion.
“What do you mean your time has come?”
‘I’m sorry, child. But I must leave…Goodbye Vincent…’ With its last whisper, the shadow leaves forever, its being leaving with a gust of wind. My mind remains blank as I stare at the space where the shadow once was, and raise my hollowed eyes up towards the darkening sky.
‘If that fool wants to leave me, then so be it. He’s just a cowardly fool for leaving me. I don’t need him; I am fine on my own.’ Here I smile much more darkly than before, just one sign that the darkest was making me it’s own, and let the sudden rain fall wash the rain off my weapon.
“Time to play again…” I call out in a sing song voice, as I walked along the dark streets, my murderous intents leaving no mortal safe.
My darkness has finally won.
Shaking with fear and running short breath, the little girl ran farther than she ever did from her house. Her mom was drunk again, and was in a terrible rage, attacking anyone in sight with a butcher knife. Her dad had gotten in her way, trying to stop her, but wasn’t so lucky as the knife pierced his heart. His last dying breath was to his little girl.
“Run away as fast as you can, Sally May. Don’t stop until you are dizzy with lack of breath.” Sally May took his request to heart, running out of the house like a frightened rabbit. Her dress with matted with blood, and she had ripped the bottom off for the wound on her arm. She would have to change it soon, as the blood was seeping out quickly.
As she ran she heard the faint voice of her mom yelling, “Come here Sally May! Listen to your Mommy and let me play with you! The pain will go away in no time! Ha Ha Ha….” Sally May’s heart raced faster, her breath was shorter now, but she had to keep running.
She came to a dark alley way, filled with the stench of death and garbage. She hid behind a large dumpster, and tried to catch her breath as quietly as she could. Her heart skipped a beat as she heard footsteps and then the voice that sent chills up her spine.
“Come out wherever you are, Sally May. Mommy has to punish bad little girls like you…Come out, come out, wherever you are, darling Sally May…”
Sally May closed her eyes as she heard footsteps coming closer to where she was. She bit her lip as she waited for her death. But it never came. The footsteps stopped, replaced by a set of heavier footfalls. Sally May furrowed her brow in confusion. Wasn’t she to die now? She dared to peek her head out from behind the dumpster and took in the sight before her.
Her Mother was stopped by a figure behind her, a knife to her throat and a hand to her mouth. She could see the figures lips moving but she couldn’t make out any words. The figure’s eyes met her own as he looked up. Sally May gasped at the sight of his red eyes, red as blood she thought. The man smiled slyly at her and focused back at the task at hand. He sliced off her Mother’s head with one clean swipe, leaving it to fall off her neck and roll to Sally May’s feet. She kept back a scream of terror as her Mother’s hollowed eyes looked back up at her, but strangely she felt a tingle of happiness stinging her heart. She looked back up at the man, to his red eyes and sly smile. Her lips trembled at she formed the words she wanted to ask since she first saw him.
“Who are you?” Her words were like butterflies, spoken so soft and innocence.
The man bowed down to her height and patted her straw colored hair.
“They call me Jack nowadays; I’ve long forgotten my real name. I don’t suppose you’d fancy be killed tonight, now would you Sally May?” Sally May shook her head, like it really make difference she would be killed anyway.
Jack smiled again, that same smile of a fox, and stood straight again, looking at Sally May with amused eyes.
“It’s you lucky day, poppet. I don’t kill children. We’ll just wait until you grow up into a woman, and then I will kill you, just like your Mommy.” Jack laughed like he just told a joke, and grabbed Sally May’s clammy hand.
“For now, love, you’ll by my prisoner, don’t worry I’ll won’t let you rot in a cell like the others, you’ll be treated like a princess. A princess with a death sentence.” Again Jack laughed, dragging Sally with him to the Hell in which he lived.
Many years passed, and Jack did not kill Sally May, for how could he?
Seeing as now his pretty little head sits on Sally May’s bed.
“Come on, Abel! Play with me! Your fingers will crack from reading too many books and your skin with turn yellow like the books you read!” I told my brother smartly, pointing my finger at Abel’s dry ones.
“See, their already cracking. Oh and is that a hint of yellow in see on your skin, Abel?” Abel rolled his eyes at me and turned back to his book. I pouted and planted myself firmly on his floor.
“Cain, you are distracting me, so if would kindly leave me in peace.” Abel said it that perfect voice of his, a voice of an angel my Mother once said.
I shook my head roughly, staying put. I wasn’t going down that easily. I heard Abel sigh, and the sound of a closing book. I perked up at this and looked at my brother happily.
“Are you really going to play with now, Abel?” I ask happily.
Abel sighed again, but answered with simple nod.
“I really do give in too easily.” I heard him say under his breath as I stood up and grabbed his hand eagerly.
“Oh, this is going to be so much fun! I’ve always wanted to play this game!” I expressed my happiness to the world, running down the stairs at such a fast speed that I almost caused Abel to trip and tumble down the stairs.
Our Mother was waiting down at the bottom, a happy smile plastered on her plastic face. You couldn’t tell if her face was real or not anymore, from all the plastic surgery she’s had down and all the makeup she wears. She looks like a human sized Barbie doll. Her smile widens, to the point where it almost splits her face, as she spots Abel behind me. He always was the favored one in the family.
“Oh Abel, my darling little boy! I haven’t seen you in so long!” My Mother cries out as she pulls Abel to her fake breasts, squeezing the life out of him.
“Mother, I just saw you this morning, at breakfast.” I don’t know how Abel manages to speak through the lack of breath. My Mother gasps, and hugs Abel harder, to the point where I can see that Abel is clearly turning red from lack of oxygen.
“Mother, I think you should let go of Abel, his face is turning an unhealthly shade of red. You don’t want to kill your favourite son, now do you?” I told my Mother, my lips curling into a sarcastic grin.
My Mother gasped with fear and quickly let go of Abel, patting his blonde capped head as he regained his breath. My Mother didn’t even pass me a glance as she mumbled a cold ‘Thank you’; she was too busy making sure her precious son was alright.
I rolled my eyes and coughed to grant myself attention. They both turned to me, wearing quite different expressions. Abel was wearing one of utter most thanks; you could practically see the gratitude pouring out his eyes. My Mother was wearing her impatient face, the one I’ve seen every day of my life, every time she turned to me.
“This is all fine and dandy that you’re having a bonding moment, but Abel promised me he’d play with me, and I really want to play my special game with him. So, now if you’ll excuse us Mother we shall go out and play.” I grabbed Abel’s dry hand and pulled him along side me into the relaxing outdoors.
“Do have fun, Abel! And Cain, if you lay a scratch on your brothers perfect skin, I’ll have you head!” I scoffed at my Mother’s threat and slammed the door once we were outside.
I turned to Abel, a wide smile on my face, licking my lips before I spoke. “Are you ready, Abel? Do play our most eventful game?” Abel furrowed his brow in confusion, and let his confusion speak out.
“What game are we playing exactly, Cain?”
“Russian Roulette.” I say as if we are talking about the weather and not a life threatening duel. Abel’s lips moved to form words but they never came. I waited patiently for him to gather his thoughts and speak.
“Russian roulette?! Are you insane, Cain?” He all but screamed at me, staring at me with fear covered eyes.
“I wondered that once too, but then I came to terms that I might be insane and the insanity hasn’t reared its dark face yet.” I say, tapping my chin with a boney finger, not trying to laugh at Abel’s peculiar expression.
“Oh and to answer your other question, yes my dear brother we are playing a game of Russian Roulette, with the revolvers I found in Father’s study. I take it you know the rules?” I asked.
Abel swallowed before he spoke, “I do. One round for both of us, and aim to kill.”
“Glad you know, dear brother.” I smiled at Abel, happiness surly grazing in my eyes.
“But Cain, are you sure you want to do this? One of us could get killed? Do you really want to die that badly?” Abel asked, fear his new best friend.
“What makes you think I am going to die? As you know, I am very good with a gun, so you just might die, brother.” I told him shortly, grabbing his arm before he could start running.
“Oh no, you are not going running to Mother, telling her of our game. No, Abel it’s just you and me, now.” Abel’s eyes starting watering, perfect tears running down his damned perfect face.
“You would really kill me, Cain? Your only brother?” He asked, sadness mixing with fear.
“There is a chance I might miss your heart, Abel. You should know that. And there is a chance you just might hit mine. Don’t worry Abel; I won’t aim for your heart if you promise not to aim for mine.” I held out my pinky, my other hand behind my back with fingers crossed.
Abel looked doubtfully at my smallest digit for a moment, then hooked his pinky with mine, swearing a devious promise.
“There. Happy now, Abel?” I ask him.
Abel nodded, his blonde locks sticking to his tear stained face. I smile again, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the place where I set up our game.
Our Father’s beautiful revolvers lie in a peaceful sleep in the swaying grass, waiting for a finger to pull their trigger. I turn towards able, excitement my only friend now.
“Ready?” Abel nods, almost regretfully and takes his place standing six paces away from me.
I feel my finger twitch with excitement as we turn our backs to each other and count from ten backwards.
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Bang!
My brother falls to the ground, blood seeping out quickly from the wound in his chest staining his new white tunic.
“I thought…you…said…you….wouldn’t…aim..for..the..heart…” Abel wheezed out, his eyes slowly fading as death claims him.
“I lied. Insanity finally reared its dark head, dear brother. I’ve realized that killing is so much fun; I love the thrill of it. You had to be killed brother; simply because I wanted at much more fun victim and boy did you show me that! Look at you, trying to be all bold and noble when all you are is a cowardly fool. A perfect fool deserves a perfect death, and you got it. Goodbye, Abel. It’s been good while it lasted. Have a good time with Death.” I bid my goodbyes to my only brother as his eyes glaze over and Death took his soul. I picked up Abel’s fallen gun and laughed as I pulled the trigger and nothing happened. Only I had bullets of course, I couldn’t possibly let Abel wound me. I slid the gun in my pocket and brush the dirt off my pants. I heard the shrill voice of my Mother calling out Abel’s name and then mine with distaste.
“Abel, are you okay? I heard a gunshot! Cain if you did anything to your brother—“ Her voice faded off as she saw Abel laying dead on the ground, in a little puddle of his own blood. She screamed, a high pitched annoying sound, and as she took notice to me, she stumbled back, tripping over her own two clumsly feet. Her eyes were wide with terror, and her entire body shook.
“What did you do, Cain?! You killed your only brother! A murder is what you’ve become! How could you kill Abel, Cain?!” She screamed, tears pouring down her plastic face. I yawned and stopped twirling the revolver, pointing now at my Mother.
“If you are smart, Mother you won’t move an inch.” I say as I stroll towards her, placing the muzzle of the revolver onto the side of her head.
“Now, Mommy dearest, be smart and don’t scream for help or else I might just have to pull the trigger.” I say warningly, but does she listen? Oh no, there she goes screaming for help and oops my finger spilled.
“Warned ya.” I say simply, reloading my gun and walking back towards the house.
“Now to kill that pathetic man who I call Father.” I whisper under my breath, wouldn’t want the neighbors to hear now would we?
Oh wait, we don’t have neighbors we live ten miles away from any civilization, deep in the dark forest. No one won’t know about my deeds until years to come, perfect.
I find my Father in his study, drinking himself dizzy.
“Who’s there?” He asks, drunken eyes looking but not seeing.
“Oh no one important, just me and my pretty little friend.” I say as I walk up to my Father, pointing the gun under his chin.
“Cain? Why are you here? Did your Mother send you?” He asks, giggling like a school girl after he finishes.
“I had some crap I wanted to get rid of.” I state simply.
“What crap?” He laughs again, an annoying sound now.
“You.” I say dryly, and pull the trigger.
His head drops like a log onto his desk, blood staining the no longer shinny maple.
I
turn my back on his dead body and walk out the door, loving the way silence now wrapped around the lifeless walls.
“No more Barbie Doll Mother, no more drunken Father and no more cowardly brother. Perfect. Simply perfect. Ha Ha Ha….”
Years passed, and I grew into a young adult, still here by my lonesome. The house didn’t smell of Death anymore for I buried my family in the yard, digging holes and throwing there reeking bodies in them. They didn’t deserve anything better.
I sit here in a throne I’ve made for myself; twirling the revolver I used to kill my family so long ago. I place the gun to my head, finger grazing at the trigger.
Loneliness really is a killer. I think with a sick grin.
Bang!
“Rayne, hurry and come downstairs! Your Father and I are about to leave! Please come down, Rayne!” A high-pitched woman’s voice is what broke through the peaceful silence. A loud sigh was her first answer, followed shortly by a young male’s voice.
“Coming, Mother.” He grumbled out, skipping lightly down the winding stairs until he reached his Mother and Father. There he looked at them with a questioning gaze. His Mother coughed before speaking, a usual habit she had when she was nervous, and smiled lightly at Rayne.
“As I was said before, your Father and I are going out to see a show at the Theater. You are in charge, Rayne. Please don’t burn down the house, or do anything…weird. Because I know of the strange things you like to entertain yourself with, conducting weird experiments and burning living creatures to a crisp, like those poor bunnies. Why did you have to burn them, Rayne?” His Mother said first in a rush of breath, then in a question.
Rayne rolled his aquamarine eyes, “Mother, I am a pyromaniac. It is in my blood that I must burn things alive, I can’t help it. Plus those rabbits deserved it, that’ll teach them not to bite my fingers. Bloody bastards…”
His Father raised one peppered brow, “Excuse me, what was that last part?”
“I said blood bastards, dear Father. Those fucking rabbits bit the shit out of my fucking fingers.” Rayne said with a smirk, adding even more cruses just to get on his Father’s nerves.
“I’ll deal with you later, Mister. We’re already late as it is. Come on, Lucy.” His Father said, already halfway out the door.
“I’ll be right there, Adam.” His Mother replied, and then turned back to Rayne.
“Rayne, I want you to behave. Don’t kill your brother or sister, speaking of which where are they? I haven’t seen them all day, oh maybe their already in bed. Rayne, make sure their all right and don’t try any weird experiments, or don’t answer the door for strangers. You know the number for the police station, call them if anything happens. The number for the pizza place is on the fridge and—“
“Lucy, leave the damn boy alone and hurry up!” His Mother rolled her pale eyes, hugging Rayne tightly and ran her fingers through his bleached white hair with chunks of fiery colors throughout it with a sigh.
“You had such pretty brown hair…” She muttered, looking with distaste at the multiple piercings lining his ears before turning her back and walking out the door. Rayne let a small smile slide onto his face as he heard the door slam shut, and with a turn of his heel, went back up the stairs to the burning darkness from where he came.
‘Finally alone with my thoughts once more…’ Rayne shut the door to his room firmly, a sly smile already curling his lips.
Numerous candles burned with rage, their colors ranging from bright blue to a smoky grey. Rayne watched them all dance a deadly dance in their cages, wanting ever so much to be free.
“Soon, very soon you’ll be free to burn anything your fiery heart’s desire.” Rayne muttered to the flames, lightly stroking their roaring bodies as he passed them on his way to the closet. With a curl of the golden knob, he swiftly opened the closet door. He smirked at the gagged faces he was met with, the fear induced eyes of his siblings looking back up at him.
“Did you two have a good time? Mother and Father are gone now, which means no one with be able to save you now.” Rayne said, yanking up their bodies and forcing them towards the middle of the room. They stared at him with pleading eyes, silently begging for sweet mercy. Rayne let lose a loud laugh, shaking his head at their attempts to draw him in with their pitiful faces.
“That won’t work, you two. I’m still going to kill you.” He said, yawning lazily and rummaged through his drawers.
“But why, Rayne?” His sister, Leticia, asked her pale brown eyes welling with tears, and her body shifting with discomfort from the rope tightly bounding her body together.
“Because, you two piss the shit out of me and deserve to die for all the shit you put me through. But after tonight, I’ll be an only child once more.” Rayne answered, now finished looking through his drawers and held a bottle of gasoline in one hand.
“But Rayne, I love you. Rayne please don’t kill me or sissy. We promise to be good little kids.” His brother, Narcissus, said, whimpering and too struggling against the ropes. His body shuttered with sobs, tears falling down his rosy cheeks like rain, staining the dark wood below. Leticia tried to hide her tears, but no alas and she was left to sob alongside her brother.
Rayne scoffed at their pathetic tears, hating how their tears stained his newly polished maple floors. He sneered at the water marks, raising his gaze up to glare at his siblings.
“That’s it. You two are dying for sure now.” He said, letting their fear gather as he slowly unscrewed the lid of the gasoline.
And with a candy coated smile, he poured the liquid on the two of them, making sure every inch of dry skin was covered. More sobs echoed through Rayne’s ears like a haunting melody of death. He gently picked up the largest candle, its bright white flames roaring with eagerness, and with a soft blow of cold air, Rayne set off the beast.
He watched with bright eyes as the flames kissed the gasoline upon their skin, licking every bit of flesh and clothing that lay in their wake. Their horrid screams of pain were like sweet music to Rayne’s ears, reminding him even more that he had no more to deal with them. As the flames ate through the bone, Rayne’s heart almost stopped as he heard the door bell ringing frantically. With a last glance at the flames eating the skeletons of his siblings, Rayne hurried down the stairs and opened the door with a polite smile.
“Yes, can I help you Mrs. Black?” Rayne asked, his insides chrunning with hate at the person standing at his doorstep. Mrs. Black coughed, dusting off her fur coat, and spoke with an almost worried tone to her voice.
“I thought I smelt smoke coming from your house, Rayne. Is everything alright? Are the kids okay?” She asked, staring at Rayne with watery brown eyes.
“Oh yes, Mrs. Black, everything is okay. I just burned our dinner a little. No worries, Narcissus and Leticia are perfectly fine, in fact it is almost as if they aren’t even here anymore.” Rayne replied, with a hidden grin grazing his lips.
Mrs. Black did not look convinced and with a light push to Rayne, she strolled in the house with caution. She carefully observed everything that was in her line of sight, until she made it to the kitchen and turned to ask Rayne why the kitchen was not covered with smoke, only to find he was not there.
“Boo.” Rayne said as Mrs. Black turned back around, and with a slight yelp she backed a few feet away from Rayne.
She eyed the object in his hand with confusion, “What is it that you have there, Rayne?”
Rayne smiled, the same candy coated smile he had as he deceived his siblings.
“Oh nothing much, just a little friend.” Rayne said, walking towards Mrs. Black with an air of deadliness. The object in Rayne’s hand with a sliver lighter, and a pretty little thing it was. Mrs. Black got a good feel of it as its flames slowly burned the flesh off chin bone.
“You will not tell anybody about what you learned, Minerva. Wait scratch that, I’ll make sure you do not tell anybody at all. We can’t take any chances, so I’ll just kill you right now.” Rayne hissed out, holding the lighter rougher against Minerva’s flesh.
The fire really didn’t burn all that quick as Rayne anticipated, so with a sigh he dug out a knife from the drawer. He held the flame up against the metal blade, keeping his eye close on Minerva, not that she could escape from the corner Rayne lead her into, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Once the blade with red hot, he plunged the steaming blade straight into Minerva’s heart, his candy coated smile still in place.
With a thud she fell to the ground, instantly dead with fear still deep within her bulging eyes. Rayne eyed her body with distaste, not liking at all how blood now stained the title. With a nod, he drug her limp body to the basement, letting her head bounce off with every step he went down. As he reached the bottom, letting Mrs. Black’s fall none too lightly, he grabbed a body of gasoline he placed down there not too long ago, and doused the body completely. He lit up his lighter again, and brought it too Mrs. Black wet body, watching with childish eyes as the flames licked her wrinkled skin happily.
Rayne got up only when he made sure the fire ate up every inch of flesh and bone that Mrs. Black’s body provided it. Just as he was about to get up, Rayne stopped short and the voices that echoed through the house.
“Rayne, are you here? Why does it smell like smoke?...Oh my god! Is that blood?! Rayne?! Are you here?!” His Mother’s voice set off warning voices in Rayne’s head. He vaguely wondered what he was going to do, but with a wide grin he decided to do what he did before: Burn them alive.
He hurried up the stairs with excitement, wanting to see the look of fear marring his parents faces. Just as he thought, his parent’s faces were greatly painted with fear, and that was just how he wanted, they should be afraid of him.
“R-rayne? What’s going on? Where are Leticia and Narcissus? What did you do, Rayne?!” His Mother’s voice shook with fear, her hand tightly clasped with his Father’s.
“There were taken care of, Mother. I am finally an only child once more, and soon I’ll be a parentless too. You’ll soon be very closely aquatinted with my friends, careful though, they might burn you.” Rayne replied, a twisted smile playing on his lips. Insanity tugged at his heart, and it wasn’t until now that he finally answered its call. His Mother shivered as she gazed at his sick grin, tears already pouring out of her eyes.
“Rayne stop this nonsense right now! Tell me where your brother and sister are! Stop scarring your Mother!” His Father roared out, gathering his wife in his arms while glaring at Rayne.
Rayne laughed, “Do you really want to see them?” With the look his Father gave him, Rayne led his victims up the stairs. He opened the door to his room, and was met with a cloud of smoke filling his lungs. He set aside, letting his parents entering his room, and slammed the door shut behind them, locking it tightly. His parents gazed silently at the two piles of ashes on the ground, and jumped back when the white flame roared at them, burning off pieces of their coats.
“What the hell, Rayne!? What the fuck did you do to your siblings?!” His Father shouted, grabbing Rayne by the front of his shirt and with his free hand, punched him roughly on his chin bone. Rayne winced at the crack that echoed through the silence, and licked off the blood that had gathered on his lips.
“Oooh, that wasn’t such a good idea, Father. Now you’ll be punished.” Rayne snarled out, spitting blood onto his Father’s cheek. He called out to the white flame that was eying his Mother with a graceful grin.
‘Yes, Master? Do you need me to eat the rat bastard?’ The flame asked with its voice of crackling flames, its body heaving with adrenaline. Rayne nodded, and with that one simple flop of the head, the beautiful white flame attacked its victim with grace.
His Father screamed as its body came in contact with his, falling to the ground with the fire holding him in a deadly embrace. His Mother opened her mouth to scream, but was stopped by Rayne’s hand slapping over her lips.
“No, you don’t deserve to scream for your husband, you pathetic excuse of a woman. Now play nice with my friends.” Rayne whispered out, letting out all the burning flames out of their cage, and with their first breath being filled with the stench of burning flesh, the flames attacked his Mother without a second thought.
The screams of his parents and the crackling of the flames intertwined beautifully, letting Rayne watch the show with excellent music. He laughed as the flames ate their flesh, and with their throats being raw from screaming, that left the flames to carry on with the music. They finished the bright show much later, leaving two more piles of ashes on Rayne’s floor. He kicked the black ashes with glee, leaving soot to fall upon Rayne’s face like a black mask. He danced with the flames, loving the feel of their burning bodies pressed up against his. He let the flames eat at pieces of his flesh, a gift for all that they did for him, which left a scorching burn mark upon his cheek and ribbon like burns going up both his arms. Rayne let the flames eat up the whole neighborhood, including the elderly and the children; none could escape the raging path to of the flames.
Society now labels him as a killer, a murder who burns his victims alive.
But Rayne labels himself as the boy who loves his flames enough to give them fresh meat.
As requested, I put up more of my work.
Do expect more, as this is a series of ten.
~X~
Vincent
I sat confined in my corner, shadows twisting this way and that around me, their soft hands brushing like feathers upon my pale cheeks. I raised my head ever so slightly, my eyes gazing into the eyes of the darkness that was my past, taunting me with the haunting memories and unforgiving actions. I filch slightly as I am shown one memory that stands out from the rest, the memory in which I am force to watch my Mother murdered by the hands of my sadistic Father, her blood still on his hands as he turns his murderous gaze upon me. The memory was such a frightening one, first I was forced to watch my Mother die, and second my Father stole what was left of my innocence. I feel dazed as my subconscious mind forces me to watch the memory; I try to close my eyes but my body doesn't listen, it wants me to re-live the disgusting moment.
‘She really was a pest. An annoying little pest she was. Despite her nagging, she still had her perks. Her beauty being the only one that is…’ I see my six year old self shake in fear as my Father comes closer to me, his hands running down my face and cupping my chin tightly.
‘You have her beauty you know? You remind me so much of her, Vincent...You have her dark hair, her sapphire eyes, her paper white skin…’ I grimace as he places his mouth upon my throat, drawing in my scent and his lips lightly grazing at my skin. I hear myself whimper again and see myself try to pull away, but my Father catches me by my hair and pulls me back roughly, slapping me across the face. I see tears clinging to my dark lashes, as I stare up at my twisted Father.
‘You are mine now, Vincent. Don’t try to run for I will catch you. You are my pet now and only mine.’ My Father pressed his lips roughly to mine, digging his tongue in not much later. I see tears run down my face, and my Father notices, slapping me and telling me not to cry. His hand rides up my shirt, brushing at my skin then pulling it off and leaving burning kisses to mar my porcelain skin.
“Stop!” I cry out in reality, shielding my eyes from the memory, but the memory still comes, taunting me. I watch as my Father brushes at the skin just above the hem of my pants, my little six year old body shaking.
“STOP!” I cry out louder when my Father’s hand digs into my pants. Hot tears run down my face, my body shaking much like in the memory. I try to turn away but I can’t, the memory is there, blazing right in front of me making me watch as my Father runs his dirty hands over my body, feeling everything that wasn’t his.
“STOP!!!” I roar out, and the memory fades away with my hot tears, leaving me to fall to the ground in a heap.
“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you so much. You damn bastard!” I sob out, my body shaking as I cry. I feel soft hands brush my tears away, and lift me up, pulling my chin up slightly.
‘Don’t cry, child. Your face is too beautiful to be marked with tears.' I stare at the shadow before me, its soft hands brushing away more tears still clinging to my lashes.
“Why do you care? You’re just another shadow, nothing special to me. I don’t need your kindness, I am not worth it.” I stated simply the truth and nothing more. The shadow locked gazes with me, its haunting grey eyes looking deep into my own sapphire ones.
‘Oh but child, you are something special to me. I’ve been watching you, silently wanting to help you in your times of need. Your inner darkness is so beautiful to me, child. Why don’t you let it out? Don’t you hear it’s pleas of freedom? Wanting to unleash it’s self upon your Father for hurting you? I can help you child…’ I gasped slightly as the shadow brushed its lips across my ear, whispering its promise to me. I turn my head away from the shadow, my lips curling into a sneer.
“I don’t need your help.” The shadow laughed quietly and pulled my chin towards it so I was looking directly into its eyes.
‘Just trust me child. Let me help you unleash your darkness, let me help you give in to the temptation. The forbidden fruit is waiting, Vincent. Just take it…’ The shadow whispered his gaze boring into mine. I silently agreed that I did want to give into the darkness, I did not say this aloud but I had the feeling that the shadow knew. I smiled darkly at the thoughts that ran through my head, and called out to the darkness inside of me.
“Do you want to come out and play tonight? Kill that bastard of a Father?” The only reply that I got was a joy filled purr. I turned to look back at the shadow and licked my lips ever so slightly. A chilling smirk curled my lips as a came to a decision. I would kill him Father where he stands, taking all my bitter hate and using it to destroy him slowly. I told the shadow of my brilliant plan, and he let a wide grin spilt his lips, letting lose a loud laugh.
‘You made the right choice, Vincent…’ I simply nodded in agreement and started off.
"Now let’s pay a visit to my dear Father, and taste his blood tonight!" I said, looking at the being before me with joy.
“Are you coming with me?” The shadow looked down to smirk at me and patted my head.
‘Of course. I want to see that bastard die at your hands.’ I smiled and started off, the shadow trailing behind me.
As we finally reached my Father's house, I shivered with disgust as memories came crashing down upon me. I pushed them aside, not wanting to deal with them tonight. I knocked upon the door, and the man who answered the door was my Father alright. He still looked the same, a deceiving look in his eyes and an air of deadliness surrounding him. I wonder if he still remembers me, granted that he hasn't seen me since the age of ten and now, at the age of eighteen, I paid him a little visit.
"Hello, Father dearest." I say, my smirk slipping off my face as my Father runs a dirty eye over my body.
"What the fucking hell? Who the fucking bloody hell are you, calling me your damn Father? Why would I want a little shit like you?" He shouted, his hands gripping tightly at the door frame.
Still a heavy curser, I see.
“You don’t even remember your own abuse victim? You should remember quite clearly, since you were the man who stole my innocence." I sneer out. The man gave me another look over, and I felt myself shudder at his gaze, memories playing themselves in my head.
“Vincent? No it can’t be you. Not after all these years. Oh well, I have my play toy back again.” Here my Father smirked, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into him.
“No Father I am not going to be your play toy again. It’s quite the opposite; you are going to be my play toy.” I pulled roughly away from him, and smiled at him, darkness creeping into my smile this time. My Father furrowed his brows, and laughed quite fully.
“What are talking about, draft child? You really are like your Mother, just as stupid as her too.” My Father jumped slightly as I help my weapon against his throat, cutting his skin just slightly but enough for blood to seep out slowly and cover my hand in its crimson glory.
“Now Father what was that? Calling me stupid were you? You’re the stupid one, Father.” I said shortly and dug my weapon deeper into his skin. My Father looked at me with wide eyes, looking down at the blood covering my hand. The man tired to back away, but the shadow caught him in an iron embrace, whispering dangerously in his ear.
'No you’re not going anywhere, bastard. You are going to die by Vincent's hands tonight. Prepare to perish...'
Oh how I loved the chilling voice of my dear shadow friend.
“What the fuck are you doing? You fucking psychopath! And who the fuck said that! Stop this fucking shit right now, Vin--" I slapped my hand over his lips, hating the annoying sound of that rat like voice. I searched my pockets for my needle and thread, smirking as the shadow held him tightly and he stared at my needle and thread like a frightened animal. I carefully sewed his lips together, purposely stabbing him harder as tears start to pour down his cheeks.
“You talked too much. There, no more hearing your annoying voice ever again." I said happily as I finished my work, patting his newly sewed lips roughly causing him to let out a muffled cry. I smiled, placing my bloodied needle back in my pocket, and patted his head like one would do to their children.
"Don't cry, Papa. It was for your own good. Now your throat won't go raw from screaming as I torture you." I say, cocking my head to the side innocently.
The man stared at me, horrified, tears slightly running down his face to mix in with the blood from his lips. I lightly brushed his chin with my finger and licked off the blood that had collected there, closing my eyes in bliss.
“Ah, just the right taste. Not too sweet or too bitter.” The man looked at me with trembling eyes, and tired to get out of the shadows grip but luckily the shadow was much too strong for him.
‘No you’re not going anywhere, bastard’ It whispered, clutching him tightly against his chest.
I yawn, and almost lazily raise my weapon off his throat and ram in into his stomach. I watched with bright eyes as blood gushed out, dripping down to collect in a puddle at our feet. I pulled it out and cleaned it off with my shirt, taking not a single notice of the arm reaching out for me. My Father grips my throat tightly, causing me to see flashes of bright colors. With a rush of unexpected strength, I raise my blade up and slice off the arm before it killed me. My Father's body bounces back into the shadow's grip as his arm is sliced off, watching with dazed eyes as I peel off his fingers and glare at him hatefully.
“Just to make sure you don’t ever try that again; let’s chop off your other arm shall we? Oh and maybe your legs too just in case.” I say with anger coloring my tone, and slowly slice off his limbs, letting him bathe in the pain. I keep a close eye on him, and the shadow switches his grip to his waist, bringing out the sturdy rope we brought with us and tying up the pitiful man.
“Oh Papa has no arms or legs now! I can fix that!” I said happily, laughing at the horrified look upon my Fathers face as I sewed his arms to his bleeding stumps that were once his legs and sewed his legs onto the bleeding stumps that were once his arms. I saw my Father’s eyes turning glazed, a sign that Death was claiming his soul already. I pouted, not wanting the man to die just yet, and thought of what I could do in a short amount of time. I let out a bark like laugh as I thought of the perfect idea.
“You always had pretty eyes, Papa. Since you don’t need them anymore, can I have them?” Not waiting for an answer, I dig my fingers into his eye sockets and pluck out the shiny silver orbs. I got greatly annoyed as my Father tried to scream and escape, so I ended his life quickly my simply slitting his throat and letting him bask in his own blood. I look at my Father for a long time and find that my eyes are suddenly blurry and my cheeks wet. I rub at my eyes, willing the tears to go away but they do not. I realize with a sudden thought that what I am feeling is bitter remorse, and that I am a killer, a cold hearted killer.
‘Don’t cry, child. He had to die; your feelings of wanting to kill him were not bad ones. Don’t feel remorse for the man who caused you so much pain, Vincent.’ I heard the shadow’s soft whisper echo throughout my ears, and I raised my sullen tear filled eyes to look at it.
“Your right. I shouldn’t feel guilty that I killed him, I should feel happy. I will feel happy, shadow. Just for you…” The shadow smiled lightly at me, and patted me on the head. ‘
That’s the Vincent I know…’ I smile again and pull the shadow along will me as I turn to walk away.
‘I can’t Vincent, I can’t go with you. My time with you has finished. I must leave now…’ I widen my eyes and furrow my brow in confusion.
“What do you mean your time has come?”
‘I’m sorry, child. But I must leave…Goodbye Vincent…’ With its last whisper, the shadow leaves forever, its being leaving with a gust of wind. My mind remains blank as I stare at the space where the shadow once was, and raise my hollowed eyes up towards the darkening sky.
‘If that fool wants to leave me, then so be it. He’s just a cowardly fool for leaving me. I don’t need him; I am fine on my own.’ Here I smile much more darkly than before, just one sign that the darkest was making me it’s own, and let the sudden rain fall wash the rain off my weapon.
“Time to play again…” I call out in a sing song voice, as I walked along the dark streets, my murderous intents leaving no mortal safe.
My darkness has finally won.
~XX~
Little Sally May
Freedom has never been free for Sally May, but once she meets a certain man named Jack, all that changes.
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Little Sally May
Freedom has never been free for Sally May, but once she meets a certain man named Jack, all that changes.
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Shaking with fear and running short breath, the little girl ran farther than she ever did from her house. Her mom was drunk again, and was in a terrible rage, attacking anyone in sight with a butcher knife. Her dad had gotten in her way, trying to stop her, but wasn’t so lucky as the knife pierced his heart. His last dying breath was to his little girl.
“Run away as fast as you can, Sally May. Don’t stop until you are dizzy with lack of breath.” Sally May took his request to heart, running out of the house like a frightened rabbit. Her dress with matted with blood, and she had ripped the bottom off for the wound on her arm. She would have to change it soon, as the blood was seeping out quickly.
As she ran she heard the faint voice of her mom yelling, “Come here Sally May! Listen to your Mommy and let me play with you! The pain will go away in no time! Ha Ha Ha….” Sally May’s heart raced faster, her breath was shorter now, but she had to keep running.
She came to a dark alley way, filled with the stench of death and garbage. She hid behind a large dumpster, and tried to catch her breath as quietly as she could. Her heart skipped a beat as she heard footsteps and then the voice that sent chills up her spine.
“Come out wherever you are, Sally May. Mommy has to punish bad little girls like you…Come out, come out, wherever you are, darling Sally May…”
Sally May closed her eyes as she heard footsteps coming closer to where she was. She bit her lip as she waited for her death. But it never came. The footsteps stopped, replaced by a set of heavier footfalls. Sally May furrowed her brow in confusion. Wasn’t she to die now? She dared to peek her head out from behind the dumpster and took in the sight before her.
Her Mother was stopped by a figure behind her, a knife to her throat and a hand to her mouth. She could see the figures lips moving but she couldn’t make out any words. The figure’s eyes met her own as he looked up. Sally May gasped at the sight of his red eyes, red as blood she thought. The man smiled slyly at her and focused back at the task at hand. He sliced off her Mother’s head with one clean swipe, leaving it to fall off her neck and roll to Sally May’s feet. She kept back a scream of terror as her Mother’s hollowed eyes looked back up at her, but strangely she felt a tingle of happiness stinging her heart. She looked back up at the man, to his red eyes and sly smile. Her lips trembled at she formed the words she wanted to ask since she first saw him.
“Who are you?” Her words were like butterflies, spoken so soft and innocence.
The man bowed down to her height and patted her straw colored hair.
“They call me Jack nowadays; I’ve long forgotten my real name. I don’t suppose you’d fancy be killed tonight, now would you Sally May?” Sally May shook her head, like it really make difference she would be killed anyway.
Jack smiled again, that same smile of a fox, and stood straight again, looking at Sally May with amused eyes.
“It’s you lucky day, poppet. I don’t kill children. We’ll just wait until you grow up into a woman, and then I will kill you, just like your Mommy.” Jack laughed like he just told a joke, and grabbed Sally May’s clammy hand.
“For now, love, you’ll by my prisoner, don’t worry I’ll won’t let you rot in a cell like the others, you’ll be treated like a princess. A princess with a death sentence.” Again Jack laughed, dragging Sally with him to the Hell in which he lived.
Many years passed, and Jack did not kill Sally May, for how could he?
Seeing as now his pretty little head sits on Sally May’s bed.
~XXX~
Cain and Abel
Had a little fun game of Russian Roulette
Which Mommy didn’t know about
She heard a bang from outside
Like they say
“Curiosity killed the cat.”
Now all lay dead
Revolvers still aiming for their heads.
X
Cain and Abel
Had a little fun game of Russian Roulette
Which Mommy didn’t know about
She heard a bang from outside
Like they say
“Curiosity killed the cat.”
Now all lay dead
Revolvers still aiming for their heads.
X
“Come on, Abel! Play with me! Your fingers will crack from reading too many books and your skin with turn yellow like the books you read!” I told my brother smartly, pointing my finger at Abel’s dry ones.
“See, their already cracking. Oh and is that a hint of yellow in see on your skin, Abel?” Abel rolled his eyes at me and turned back to his book. I pouted and planted myself firmly on his floor.
“Cain, you are distracting me, so if would kindly leave me in peace.” Abel said it that perfect voice of his, a voice of an angel my Mother once said.
I shook my head roughly, staying put. I wasn’t going down that easily. I heard Abel sigh, and the sound of a closing book. I perked up at this and looked at my brother happily.
“Are you really going to play with now, Abel?” I ask happily.
Abel sighed again, but answered with simple nod.
“I really do give in too easily.” I heard him say under his breath as I stood up and grabbed his hand eagerly.
“Oh, this is going to be so much fun! I’ve always wanted to play this game!” I expressed my happiness to the world, running down the stairs at such a fast speed that I almost caused Abel to trip and tumble down the stairs.
Our Mother was waiting down at the bottom, a happy smile plastered on her plastic face. You couldn’t tell if her face was real or not anymore, from all the plastic surgery she’s had down and all the makeup she wears. She looks like a human sized Barbie doll. Her smile widens, to the point where it almost splits her face, as she spots Abel behind me. He always was the favored one in the family.
“Oh Abel, my darling little boy! I haven’t seen you in so long!” My Mother cries out as she pulls Abel to her fake breasts, squeezing the life out of him.
“Mother, I just saw you this morning, at breakfast.” I don’t know how Abel manages to speak through the lack of breath. My Mother gasps, and hugs Abel harder, to the point where I can see that Abel is clearly turning red from lack of oxygen.
“Mother, I think you should let go of Abel, his face is turning an unhealthly shade of red. You don’t want to kill your favourite son, now do you?” I told my Mother, my lips curling into a sarcastic grin.
My Mother gasped with fear and quickly let go of Abel, patting his blonde capped head as he regained his breath. My Mother didn’t even pass me a glance as she mumbled a cold ‘Thank you’; she was too busy making sure her precious son was alright.
I rolled my eyes and coughed to grant myself attention. They both turned to me, wearing quite different expressions. Abel was wearing one of utter most thanks; you could practically see the gratitude pouring out his eyes. My Mother was wearing her impatient face, the one I’ve seen every day of my life, every time she turned to me.
“This is all fine and dandy that you’re having a bonding moment, but Abel promised me he’d play with me, and I really want to play my special game with him. So, now if you’ll excuse us Mother we shall go out and play.” I grabbed Abel’s dry hand and pulled him along side me into the relaxing outdoors.
“Do have fun, Abel! And Cain, if you lay a scratch on your brothers perfect skin, I’ll have you head!” I scoffed at my Mother’s threat and slammed the door once we were outside.
I turned to Abel, a wide smile on my face, licking my lips before I spoke. “Are you ready, Abel? Do play our most eventful game?” Abel furrowed his brow in confusion, and let his confusion speak out.
“What game are we playing exactly, Cain?”
“Russian Roulette.” I say as if we are talking about the weather and not a life threatening duel. Abel’s lips moved to form words but they never came. I waited patiently for him to gather his thoughts and speak.
“Russian roulette?! Are you insane, Cain?” He all but screamed at me, staring at me with fear covered eyes.
“I wondered that once too, but then I came to terms that I might be insane and the insanity hasn’t reared its dark face yet.” I say, tapping my chin with a boney finger, not trying to laugh at Abel’s peculiar expression.
“Oh and to answer your other question, yes my dear brother we are playing a game of Russian Roulette, with the revolvers I found in Father’s study. I take it you know the rules?” I asked.
Abel swallowed before he spoke, “I do. One round for both of us, and aim to kill.”
“Glad you know, dear brother.” I smiled at Abel, happiness surly grazing in my eyes.
“But Cain, are you sure you want to do this? One of us could get killed? Do you really want to die that badly?” Abel asked, fear his new best friend.
“What makes you think I am going to die? As you know, I am very good with a gun, so you just might die, brother.” I told him shortly, grabbing his arm before he could start running.
“Oh no, you are not going running to Mother, telling her of our game. No, Abel it’s just you and me, now.” Abel’s eyes starting watering, perfect tears running down his damned perfect face.
“You would really kill me, Cain? Your only brother?” He asked, sadness mixing with fear.
“There is a chance I might miss your heart, Abel. You should know that. And there is a chance you just might hit mine. Don’t worry Abel; I won’t aim for your heart if you promise not to aim for mine.” I held out my pinky, my other hand behind my back with fingers crossed.
Abel looked doubtfully at my smallest digit for a moment, then hooked his pinky with mine, swearing a devious promise.
“There. Happy now, Abel?” I ask him.
Abel nodded, his blonde locks sticking to his tear stained face. I smile again, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the place where I set up our game.
Our Father’s beautiful revolvers lie in a peaceful sleep in the swaying grass, waiting for a finger to pull their trigger. I turn towards able, excitement my only friend now.
“Ready?” Abel nods, almost regretfully and takes his place standing six paces away from me.
I feel my finger twitch with excitement as we turn our backs to each other and count from ten backwards.
10
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Bang!
My brother falls to the ground, blood seeping out quickly from the wound in his chest staining his new white tunic.
“I thought…you…said…you….wouldn’t…aim..for..the..heart…” Abel wheezed out, his eyes slowly fading as death claims him.
“I lied. Insanity finally reared its dark head, dear brother. I’ve realized that killing is so much fun; I love the thrill of it. You had to be killed brother; simply because I wanted at much more fun victim and boy did you show me that! Look at you, trying to be all bold and noble when all you are is a cowardly fool. A perfect fool deserves a perfect death, and you got it. Goodbye, Abel. It’s been good while it lasted. Have a good time with Death.” I bid my goodbyes to my only brother as his eyes glaze over and Death took his soul. I picked up Abel’s fallen gun and laughed as I pulled the trigger and nothing happened. Only I had bullets of course, I couldn’t possibly let Abel wound me. I slid the gun in my pocket and brush the dirt off my pants. I heard the shrill voice of my Mother calling out Abel’s name and then mine with distaste.
“Abel, are you okay? I heard a gunshot! Cain if you did anything to your brother—“ Her voice faded off as she saw Abel laying dead on the ground, in a little puddle of his own blood. She screamed, a high pitched annoying sound, and as she took notice to me, she stumbled back, tripping over her own two clumsly feet. Her eyes were wide with terror, and her entire body shook.
“What did you do, Cain?! You killed your only brother! A murder is what you’ve become! How could you kill Abel, Cain?!” She screamed, tears pouring down her plastic face. I yawned and stopped twirling the revolver, pointing now at my Mother.
“If you are smart, Mother you won’t move an inch.” I say as I stroll towards her, placing the muzzle of the revolver onto the side of her head.
“Now, Mommy dearest, be smart and don’t scream for help or else I might just have to pull the trigger.” I say warningly, but does she listen? Oh no, there she goes screaming for help and oops my finger spilled.
“Warned ya.” I say simply, reloading my gun and walking back towards the house.
“Now to kill that pathetic man who I call Father.” I whisper under my breath, wouldn’t want the neighbors to hear now would we?
Oh wait, we don’t have neighbors we live ten miles away from any civilization, deep in the dark forest. No one won’t know about my deeds until years to come, perfect.
I find my Father in his study, drinking himself dizzy.
“Who’s there?” He asks, drunken eyes looking but not seeing.
“Oh no one important, just me and my pretty little friend.” I say as I walk up to my Father, pointing the gun under his chin.
“Cain? Why are you here? Did your Mother send you?” He asks, giggling like a school girl after he finishes.
“I had some crap I wanted to get rid of.” I state simply.
“What crap?” He laughs again, an annoying sound now.
“You.” I say dryly, and pull the trigger.
His head drops like a log onto his desk, blood staining the no longer shinny maple.
I
turn my back on his dead body and walk out the door, loving the way silence now wrapped around the lifeless walls.
“No more Barbie Doll Mother, no more drunken Father and no more cowardly brother. Perfect. Simply perfect. Ha Ha Ha….”
Years passed, and I grew into a young adult, still here by my lonesome. The house didn’t smell of Death anymore for I buried my family in the yard, digging holes and throwing there reeking bodies in them. They didn’t deserve anything better.
I sit here in a throne I’ve made for myself; twirling the revolver I used to kill my family so long ago. I place the gun to my head, finger grazing at the trigger.
Loneliness really is a killer. I think with a sick grin.
Bang!
~XXXX~
Rayne
Flames strengthened with gasoline
It’s not so hard to beat the King
Screams begging for mercy
Oh they should’ve known
That flesh is highly flammable.
X
Rayne
Flames strengthened with gasoline
It’s not so hard to beat the King
Screams begging for mercy
Oh they should’ve known
That flesh is highly flammable.
X
“Rayne, hurry and come downstairs! Your Father and I are about to leave! Please come down, Rayne!” A high-pitched woman’s voice is what broke through the peaceful silence. A loud sigh was her first answer, followed shortly by a young male’s voice.
“Coming, Mother.” He grumbled out, skipping lightly down the winding stairs until he reached his Mother and Father. There he looked at them with a questioning gaze. His Mother coughed before speaking, a usual habit she had when she was nervous, and smiled lightly at Rayne.
“As I was said before, your Father and I are going out to see a show at the Theater. You are in charge, Rayne. Please don’t burn down the house, or do anything…weird. Because I know of the strange things you like to entertain yourself with, conducting weird experiments and burning living creatures to a crisp, like those poor bunnies. Why did you have to burn them, Rayne?” His Mother said first in a rush of breath, then in a question.
Rayne rolled his aquamarine eyes, “Mother, I am a pyromaniac. It is in my blood that I must burn things alive, I can’t help it. Plus those rabbits deserved it, that’ll teach them not to bite my fingers. Bloody bastards…”
His Father raised one peppered brow, “Excuse me, what was that last part?”
“I said blood bastards, dear Father. Those fucking rabbits bit the shit out of my fucking fingers.” Rayne said with a smirk, adding even more cruses just to get on his Father’s nerves.
“I’ll deal with you later, Mister. We’re already late as it is. Come on, Lucy.” His Father said, already halfway out the door.
“I’ll be right there, Adam.” His Mother replied, and then turned back to Rayne.
“Rayne, I want you to behave. Don’t kill your brother or sister, speaking of which where are they? I haven’t seen them all day, oh maybe their already in bed. Rayne, make sure their all right and don’t try any weird experiments, or don’t answer the door for strangers. You know the number for the police station, call them if anything happens. The number for the pizza place is on the fridge and—“
“Lucy, leave the damn boy alone and hurry up!” His Mother rolled her pale eyes, hugging Rayne tightly and ran her fingers through his bleached white hair with chunks of fiery colors throughout it with a sigh.
“You had such pretty brown hair…” She muttered, looking with distaste at the multiple piercings lining his ears before turning her back and walking out the door. Rayne let a small smile slide onto his face as he heard the door slam shut, and with a turn of his heel, went back up the stairs to the burning darkness from where he came.
‘Finally alone with my thoughts once more…’ Rayne shut the door to his room firmly, a sly smile already curling his lips.
Numerous candles burned with rage, their colors ranging from bright blue to a smoky grey. Rayne watched them all dance a deadly dance in their cages, wanting ever so much to be free.
“Soon, very soon you’ll be free to burn anything your fiery heart’s desire.” Rayne muttered to the flames, lightly stroking their roaring bodies as he passed them on his way to the closet. With a curl of the golden knob, he swiftly opened the closet door. He smirked at the gagged faces he was met with, the fear induced eyes of his siblings looking back up at him.
“Did you two have a good time? Mother and Father are gone now, which means no one with be able to save you now.” Rayne said, yanking up their bodies and forcing them towards the middle of the room. They stared at him with pleading eyes, silently begging for sweet mercy. Rayne let lose a loud laugh, shaking his head at their attempts to draw him in with their pitiful faces.
“That won’t work, you two. I’m still going to kill you.” He said, yawning lazily and rummaged through his drawers.
“But why, Rayne?” His sister, Leticia, asked her pale brown eyes welling with tears, and her body shifting with discomfort from the rope tightly bounding her body together.
“Because, you two piss the shit out of me and deserve to die for all the shit you put me through. But after tonight, I’ll be an only child once more.” Rayne answered, now finished looking through his drawers and held a bottle of gasoline in one hand.
“But Rayne, I love you. Rayne please don’t kill me or sissy. We promise to be good little kids.” His brother, Narcissus, said, whimpering and too struggling against the ropes. His body shuttered with sobs, tears falling down his rosy cheeks like rain, staining the dark wood below. Leticia tried to hide her tears, but no alas and she was left to sob alongside her brother.
Rayne scoffed at their pathetic tears, hating how their tears stained his newly polished maple floors. He sneered at the water marks, raising his gaze up to glare at his siblings.
“That’s it. You two are dying for sure now.” He said, letting their fear gather as he slowly unscrewed the lid of the gasoline.
And with a candy coated smile, he poured the liquid on the two of them, making sure every inch of dry skin was covered. More sobs echoed through Rayne’s ears like a haunting melody of death. He gently picked up the largest candle, its bright white flames roaring with eagerness, and with a soft blow of cold air, Rayne set off the beast.
He watched with bright eyes as the flames kissed the gasoline upon their skin, licking every bit of flesh and clothing that lay in their wake. Their horrid screams of pain were like sweet music to Rayne’s ears, reminding him even more that he had no more to deal with them. As the flames ate through the bone, Rayne’s heart almost stopped as he heard the door bell ringing frantically. With a last glance at the flames eating the skeletons of his siblings, Rayne hurried down the stairs and opened the door with a polite smile.
“Yes, can I help you Mrs. Black?” Rayne asked, his insides chrunning with hate at the person standing at his doorstep. Mrs. Black coughed, dusting off her fur coat, and spoke with an almost worried tone to her voice.
“I thought I smelt smoke coming from your house, Rayne. Is everything alright? Are the kids okay?” She asked, staring at Rayne with watery brown eyes.
“Oh yes, Mrs. Black, everything is okay. I just burned our dinner a little. No worries, Narcissus and Leticia are perfectly fine, in fact it is almost as if they aren’t even here anymore.” Rayne replied, with a hidden grin grazing his lips.
Mrs. Black did not look convinced and with a light push to Rayne, she strolled in the house with caution. She carefully observed everything that was in her line of sight, until she made it to the kitchen and turned to ask Rayne why the kitchen was not covered with smoke, only to find he was not there.
“Boo.” Rayne said as Mrs. Black turned back around, and with a slight yelp she backed a few feet away from Rayne.
She eyed the object in his hand with confusion, “What is it that you have there, Rayne?”
Rayne smiled, the same candy coated smile he had as he deceived his siblings.
“Oh nothing much, just a little friend.” Rayne said, walking towards Mrs. Black with an air of deadliness. The object in Rayne’s hand with a sliver lighter, and a pretty little thing it was. Mrs. Black got a good feel of it as its flames slowly burned the flesh off chin bone.
“You will not tell anybody about what you learned, Minerva. Wait scratch that, I’ll make sure you do not tell anybody at all. We can’t take any chances, so I’ll just kill you right now.” Rayne hissed out, holding the lighter rougher against Minerva’s flesh.
The fire really didn’t burn all that quick as Rayne anticipated, so with a sigh he dug out a knife from the drawer. He held the flame up against the metal blade, keeping his eye close on Minerva, not that she could escape from the corner Rayne lead her into, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Once the blade with red hot, he plunged the steaming blade straight into Minerva’s heart, his candy coated smile still in place.
With a thud she fell to the ground, instantly dead with fear still deep within her bulging eyes. Rayne eyed her body with distaste, not liking at all how blood now stained the title. With a nod, he drug her limp body to the basement, letting her head bounce off with every step he went down. As he reached the bottom, letting Mrs. Black’s fall none too lightly, he grabbed a body of gasoline he placed down there not too long ago, and doused the body completely. He lit up his lighter again, and brought it too Mrs. Black wet body, watching with childish eyes as the flames licked her wrinkled skin happily.
Rayne got up only when he made sure the fire ate up every inch of flesh and bone that Mrs. Black’s body provided it. Just as he was about to get up, Rayne stopped short and the voices that echoed through the house.
“Rayne, are you here? Why does it smell like smoke?...Oh my god! Is that blood?! Rayne?! Are you here?!” His Mother’s voice set off warning voices in Rayne’s head. He vaguely wondered what he was going to do, but with a wide grin he decided to do what he did before: Burn them alive.
He hurried up the stairs with excitement, wanting to see the look of fear marring his parents faces. Just as he thought, his parent’s faces were greatly painted with fear, and that was just how he wanted, they should be afraid of him.
“R-rayne? What’s going on? Where are Leticia and Narcissus? What did you do, Rayne?!” His Mother’s voice shook with fear, her hand tightly clasped with his Father’s.
“There were taken care of, Mother. I am finally an only child once more, and soon I’ll be a parentless too. You’ll soon be very closely aquatinted with my friends, careful though, they might burn you.” Rayne replied, a twisted smile playing on his lips. Insanity tugged at his heart, and it wasn’t until now that he finally answered its call. His Mother shivered as she gazed at his sick grin, tears already pouring out of her eyes.
“Rayne stop this nonsense right now! Tell me where your brother and sister are! Stop scarring your Mother!” His Father roared out, gathering his wife in his arms while glaring at Rayne.
Rayne laughed, “Do you really want to see them?” With the look his Father gave him, Rayne led his victims up the stairs. He opened the door to his room, and was met with a cloud of smoke filling his lungs. He set aside, letting his parents entering his room, and slammed the door shut behind them, locking it tightly. His parents gazed silently at the two piles of ashes on the ground, and jumped back when the white flame roared at them, burning off pieces of their coats.
“What the hell, Rayne!? What the fuck did you do to your siblings?!” His Father shouted, grabbing Rayne by the front of his shirt and with his free hand, punched him roughly on his chin bone. Rayne winced at the crack that echoed through the silence, and licked off the blood that had gathered on his lips.
“Oooh, that wasn’t such a good idea, Father. Now you’ll be punished.” Rayne snarled out, spitting blood onto his Father’s cheek. He called out to the white flame that was eying his Mother with a graceful grin.
‘Yes, Master? Do you need me to eat the rat bastard?’ The flame asked with its voice of crackling flames, its body heaving with adrenaline. Rayne nodded, and with that one simple flop of the head, the beautiful white flame attacked its victim with grace.
His Father screamed as its body came in contact with his, falling to the ground with the fire holding him in a deadly embrace. His Mother opened her mouth to scream, but was stopped by Rayne’s hand slapping over her lips.
“No, you don’t deserve to scream for your husband, you pathetic excuse of a woman. Now play nice with my friends.” Rayne whispered out, letting out all the burning flames out of their cage, and with their first breath being filled with the stench of burning flesh, the flames attacked his Mother without a second thought.
The screams of his parents and the crackling of the flames intertwined beautifully, letting Rayne watch the show with excellent music. He laughed as the flames ate their flesh, and with their throats being raw from screaming, that left the flames to carry on with the music. They finished the bright show much later, leaving two more piles of ashes on Rayne’s floor. He kicked the black ashes with glee, leaving soot to fall upon Rayne’s face like a black mask. He danced with the flames, loving the feel of their burning bodies pressed up against his. He let the flames eat at pieces of his flesh, a gift for all that they did for him, which left a scorching burn mark upon his cheek and ribbon like burns going up both his arms. Rayne let the flames eat up the whole neighborhood, including the elderly and the children; none could escape the raging path to of the flames.
Society now labels him as a killer, a murder who burns his victims alive.
But Rayne labels himself as the boy who loves his flames enough to give them fresh meat.
