Give 'Em Hell, Kid
Under Control
Sewing. It’s one of the things I can’t stand. The list of things I can’t stand isn’t very long, but this is definitely at the top. Who would ever want to sit down for a long period of time repeatedly poking a sharp piece of metal through a piece of fabric? So time consuming, tedious. Poking a sharp piece of metal through a piece of flesh, however, is the complete opposite. But what if it wasn’t just one spike? What if it was five hundred? Just sharp spikes... digging in through the skin, through the muscle, through the tendons, to the bone. It’s a very pleasing thought... satisfying.
“Gerard?” I called. “Frank?”
“What?” They responded.
“Can you help me build something?”
Our contraption was beautiful. A wonderful array of silver with just enough space for a victim’s head to stick out. After all, we just had to continue our Chelsea smile tradition.
Damian was playing with someone from his daycare center, a girl of six years old. She was dropped off there every day when her dad needed to go to work. He had asked me if I could drop her off at home today, because he would be late. She knew where the key to the house was, and he would only be a few more minutes. We just had to wait until she got inside. Of course, we didn’t plan on doing that.
“I just have to drop something off at my friend’s house.” I told her. “I don’t want anything to happen, while I’m gone, so you’ll both have to come with me.” I said to her and Damian. They smiled and followed me into our little house of horror. I shoved her inside and slammed the door.
“Gerard? Frank?” I called, knowing they was there. I’d dropped them off here before I picked the kids up. They came running down the stairs and picked up the little girl by the arms.
“Sorry Katia. You got all boring and stuff.” Damian said waving to her. Tears started welling up in her eyes. Gerard and Frank lowered her onto the bed of spikes we’d constructed. Katia was already paralyzed with the pain digging into her back. My boys let go of her just long enough to lower the second spike board on top of her. Her small head was sticking out from between them just enough to allow shrill screams to escape her mouth. The floor underneath her filled with a dark red liquid as I let Damian quite literally dance on top of her grave. He twirled around as he pleased just as his friend stared in disbelief. The life slowly faded from her eyes as silver spikes dug deeper.
“You’re going to have to act surprised when she doesn’t show up tomorrow, alright?” I said to Damian as he jumped up and down. He nodded.
“Will you be able to cry if they discover her body?” I asked.
“Don’t worry, daddy. I’ve got it all under control.” He answered, Skylar’s sinister smile appearing on his face.
“Gerard?” I called. “Frank?”
“What?” They responded.
“Can you help me build something?”
Our contraption was beautiful. A wonderful array of silver with just enough space for a victim’s head to stick out. After all, we just had to continue our Chelsea smile tradition.
Damian was playing with someone from his daycare center, a girl of six years old. She was dropped off there every day when her dad needed to go to work. He had asked me if I could drop her off at home today, because he would be late. She knew where the key to the house was, and he would only be a few more minutes. We just had to wait until she got inside. Of course, we didn’t plan on doing that.
“I just have to drop something off at my friend’s house.” I told her. “I don’t want anything to happen, while I’m gone, so you’ll both have to come with me.” I said to her and Damian. They smiled and followed me into our little house of horror. I shoved her inside and slammed the door.
“Gerard? Frank?” I called, knowing they was there. I’d dropped them off here before I picked the kids up. They came running down the stairs and picked up the little girl by the arms.
“Sorry Katia. You got all boring and stuff.” Damian said waving to her. Tears started welling up in her eyes. Gerard and Frank lowered her onto the bed of spikes we’d constructed. Katia was already paralyzed with the pain digging into her back. My boys let go of her just long enough to lower the second spike board on top of her. Her small head was sticking out from between them just enough to allow shrill screams to escape her mouth. The floor underneath her filled with a dark red liquid as I let Damian quite literally dance on top of her grave. He twirled around as he pleased just as his friend stared in disbelief. The life slowly faded from her eyes as silver spikes dug deeper.
“You’re going to have to act surprised when she doesn’t show up tomorrow, alright?” I said to Damian as he jumped up and down. He nodded.
“Will you be able to cry if they discover her body?” I asked.
“Don’t worry, daddy. I’ve got it all under control.” He answered, Skylar’s sinister smile appearing on his face.
11/3/13