Give 'Em Hell, Kid
An Affair Less Tragic Then Anticipated
“Frank! Gerard! It’s Ray... they think it was him!” Mikey screamed when the others got home.
“They think what was him?” Frank said nervously, glancing around for any sign of policemen.
“The murders! It was his hair they found, not yours.” Mikey shouted at him. Frank looked slightly relieved at this, but still disturbed that friend... no... brother had been wrongfully accused of the heinous crimes they’d so gladly committed without him knowing.
“We can’t let him go to jail... it’s not right.” Gerard said.
“Well, we can’t go to jail either. What about Damian? Bandit? Cherry? Lily? We have to find someone else.” Mikey suggested.
“I have just the person for that. All it will take is a the possibility of a hot meal and a visit or two.” Frank smiled deviantly.
“But I still want to kill! I’ve been milking my bloodlust for far too long. Even when I stop it, I always come back. It’s happened many times before. Innocent relapses to my own small mental disorder.” Gerard cried.
“If we keep doing these killings, would they let him go? Clearly if he’s in a metal-barred cell he wouldn’t be able to stab someone clear through the heart.”
“A note system like Skylar had, perhaps?”
“‘Wrong person’? I’m not sure it would work, writing that on a body...”
“Why not?”
“It’s far too obvious that he might have an apprentice of some sort, and who better to carry on his legacy than his dear old friends, Mikey, Gerard, and Frank.”
“I’m afraid he’s correct, Mikey...”
They all exchanged ideas with each other in a way where it was hard to understand who was talking to who. It had changed into a jumbled game of ‘Lets Evade the Law’. No one was quite sure if any of this was even possible, or if they were inside a dream. They certainly wake up any moment now, possibly in a cold sweat in their nice, comfortable beds. Perhaps a wife would be wondering what was wrong. No, this was all too real.
‘One last time... that’s what this would be. Like an old man’s dying wish.’ Mikey thought as he ripped into a bloody abdominal cavity.
“What are you doing?!” The old woman screamed. It’s funny how lungs inflate and deflate... very nice to watch. It’s even funnier how they deflate in perfect time as you slice a trachea. Her eyes were rolling back in her head as her entire body shook with pain, a gurgling scream released as her veins emptied themselves into the gaping wound in her stomach. Her poor old heart couldn’t take this anymore. What a thing to witness live, a heart attack. Wonderful. Mikey stared as Damian began removing her organs, he’d trained his boy well. Gerard and Frank were helping him remove a few ribs. After all, he couldn’t possibly be strong enough to do it himself. He is still just a toddler.
“Oh, I feel as if we’re playing the last concert on a tour. Bittersweet... but oh-so fulfilling.” Frank sighed as bits of blood an tissue splattered against his face. It would be the very last time he, or any of his friends for that matter, smelt and tasted the familiar tang of metallic red liquid. Mikey smiled as he carved two words into he forehead, along with a familiar smile.
“The End”.
“They think what was him?” Frank said nervously, glancing around for any sign of policemen.
“The murders! It was his hair they found, not yours.” Mikey shouted at him. Frank looked slightly relieved at this, but still disturbed that friend... no... brother had been wrongfully accused of the heinous crimes they’d so gladly committed without him knowing.
“We can’t let him go to jail... it’s not right.” Gerard said.
“Well, we can’t go to jail either. What about Damian? Bandit? Cherry? Lily? We have to find someone else.” Mikey suggested.
“I have just the person for that. All it will take is a the possibility of a hot meal and a visit or two.” Frank smiled deviantly.
“But I still want to kill! I’ve been milking my bloodlust for far too long. Even when I stop it, I always come back. It’s happened many times before. Innocent relapses to my own small mental disorder.” Gerard cried.
“If we keep doing these killings, would they let him go? Clearly if he’s in a metal-barred cell he wouldn’t be able to stab someone clear through the heart.”
“A note system like Skylar had, perhaps?”
“‘Wrong person’? I’m not sure it would work, writing that on a body...”
“Why not?”
“It’s far too obvious that he might have an apprentice of some sort, and who better to carry on his legacy than his dear old friends, Mikey, Gerard, and Frank.”
“I’m afraid he’s correct, Mikey...”
They all exchanged ideas with each other in a way where it was hard to understand who was talking to who. It had changed into a jumbled game of ‘Lets Evade the Law’. No one was quite sure if any of this was even possible, or if they were inside a dream. They certainly wake up any moment now, possibly in a cold sweat in their nice, comfortable beds. Perhaps a wife would be wondering what was wrong. No, this was all too real.
‘One last time... that’s what this would be. Like an old man’s dying wish.’ Mikey thought as he ripped into a bloody abdominal cavity.
“What are you doing?!” The old woman screamed. It’s funny how lungs inflate and deflate... very nice to watch. It’s even funnier how they deflate in perfect time as you slice a trachea. Her eyes were rolling back in her head as her entire body shook with pain, a gurgling scream released as her veins emptied themselves into the gaping wound in her stomach. Her poor old heart couldn’t take this anymore. What a thing to witness live, a heart attack. Wonderful. Mikey stared as Damian began removing her organs, he’d trained his boy well. Gerard and Frank were helping him remove a few ribs. After all, he couldn’t possibly be strong enough to do it himself. He is still just a toddler.
“Oh, I feel as if we’re playing the last concert on a tour. Bittersweet... but oh-so fulfilling.” Frank sighed as bits of blood an tissue splattered against his face. It would be the very last time he, or any of his friends for that matter, smelt and tasted the familiar tang of metallic red liquid. Mikey smiled as he carved two words into he forehead, along with a familiar smile.
“The End”.
11/3/13