Give 'Em Hell, Kid
Colors of the Rainbow
Birds were singing in the old oak trees and rabbits were playing in the ever-green bushes. A perfect day at the park for Damian, Gerard and I. I would push him higher each time on his favorite swing. Castles and miniature empires were built in the small sandbox with all the other children of his age.
"My daddy and I love getting ice cream together! We do it almost every night!" I heard him say to the others at one point. I've trained him well on how to say that. Nonchalant, as if it were completely true. I saw a man over by a corner of the fence. He looked on at the playing children, smiling. A bit too much perhaps? I must investigate... If anything were to happen to Damian, I would surely go insane.
"So, which one's yours?” I asked, walking up to him. His eyes went wide as he started sweating.
“O-oh. The one with the black hair and blue eyes.” He said, pointing to Damian. That’s odd... I don’t remember him giving birth to my son.
“Okay. Let’s just get him and go for a walk, shall we?” I smiled. He nodded, relieved. I grabbed Damian by the hand and helped him stand up.
“We’re going for a walk!” I said excitedly. He nodded and smiled as I signaled for Gerard to follow us.
On the walk back to my “house”, I figured I’d make it look like my son’s would-be kidnapper and I had a lot in common. Reel him in a bit, no?
“Wow, I like kid’s too!” He said. He grabbed Damian’s hand at some point. I squeezed his other to assure him it was okay for the time being.
“Well, here we are!” I said, before knocking his head against the wall. Well, I wasn’t planning on using my trap until later tonight... but I guess now will be just as good.
My estranged pedophile found himself locked in a sealed glass box that had water quickly filling it to the very top. He looked around wildly, trying to stop the water. If only his hands weren’t strapped to his chest by a straight jacket.
“I’m going to teach you some colors today, Damian.” I said, grabbing two chairs and placing them in front of the tank.
“Wow...” He said, watching as the man took in the last breath he would ever have. The water reached the top as Gerard turned off the hose and joined us. The man in the tank, who’s name I’d learned as Steve, was staring at us. His face began to turn all sorts of colors.
“Look, Damian, it’s turning pink.” I pointed at Steve.
“Ooh. Pink.” He responded, mesmerized by Steve’s turning and struggling. Now it was becoming purple as the man let go of his oxygen and sucked water into his lungs. Damian was still mesmerized by him.
“Look, now he’s becoming blue.” I pointed out as the man slowly stopped moving.
“Next week, I’ll show you what corpse grey is.” I said, as Gerard released the man from his watery grave.
"My daddy and I love getting ice cream together! We do it almost every night!" I heard him say to the others at one point. I've trained him well on how to say that. Nonchalant, as if it were completely true. I saw a man over by a corner of the fence. He looked on at the playing children, smiling. A bit too much perhaps? I must investigate... If anything were to happen to Damian, I would surely go insane.
"So, which one's yours?” I asked, walking up to him. His eyes went wide as he started sweating.
“O-oh. The one with the black hair and blue eyes.” He said, pointing to Damian. That’s odd... I don’t remember him giving birth to my son.
“Okay. Let’s just get him and go for a walk, shall we?” I smiled. He nodded, relieved. I grabbed Damian by the hand and helped him stand up.
“We’re going for a walk!” I said excitedly. He nodded and smiled as I signaled for Gerard to follow us.
On the walk back to my “house”, I figured I’d make it look like my son’s would-be kidnapper and I had a lot in common. Reel him in a bit, no?
“Wow, I like kid’s too!” He said. He grabbed Damian’s hand at some point. I squeezed his other to assure him it was okay for the time being.
“Well, here we are!” I said, before knocking his head against the wall. Well, I wasn’t planning on using my trap until later tonight... but I guess now will be just as good.
My estranged pedophile found himself locked in a sealed glass box that had water quickly filling it to the very top. He looked around wildly, trying to stop the water. If only his hands weren’t strapped to his chest by a straight jacket.
“I’m going to teach you some colors today, Damian.” I said, grabbing two chairs and placing them in front of the tank.
“Wow...” He said, watching as the man took in the last breath he would ever have. The water reached the top as Gerard turned off the hose and joined us. The man in the tank, who’s name I’d learned as Steve, was staring at us. His face began to turn all sorts of colors.
“Look, Damian, it’s turning pink.” I pointed at Steve.
“Ooh. Pink.” He responded, mesmerized by Steve’s turning and struggling. Now it was becoming purple as the man let go of his oxygen and sucked water into his lungs. Damian was still mesmerized by him.
“Look, now he’s becoming blue.” I pointed out as the man slowly stopped moving.
“Next week, I’ll show you what corpse grey is.” I said, as Gerard released the man from his watery grave.
11/3/13