Give 'Em Hell, Kid
Family Style
“What you’re going to see us do, you can’t tell anyone about. Okay?” I said to Damian, who nodded and gripped his pocket knife tightly. He said whatever it was, no matter what, he wanted to help. Gerard and Frank dragged an unconscious man into the abandoned warehouse we had found a few moths ago. All of our previous kills were hidden, as we didn’t want Damian to be too freaked out. Frank taped him to the wall, making sure he wouldn’t be able to move. For a man his size, he was deceivingly strong. The man he was lifting couldn’t have been under 150 lbs.
“Mikes, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, he’s only four.” Gerard asked.
“I’m sure. Besides, it was his idea. He was the one who figured out that making music wasn’t the only thing we did. He’s smart, just like she was...” I trailed off, looking to the now awake, and terrified man.
“It’s been three and a half years. You have to start moving on.” Gerard sighed. “Okay, buddy. Are you ready to start?” He asked, turning to Damian, who was nodding wildly with a large smile on his face.
“Alright. Your daddy will come and get you when it’s your turn, if you still want to help.” With that, we turned to the man, who Frank had started torturing. He was throwing knives at his limbs, so they just nicked him. The poor fellow was already screaming in pain. He hasn’t seen anything yet. I stabbed my knife into his chest, dragging it slowly down the length of his body. I turned around to see Damian staring, his head tilted slightly to the side. A bit confused, perhaps? I went on to cut away at the muscle just below his skin as Gerard and Frank worked on severing his limbs from his body. Once his chest and stomach muscles were removed, I could see all I wanted to see. His heart was beating three times the normal speed, as his lungs were struggling for each useless breath. I felt a tug at my shirt and looked down to see Damian, his new silver knife gleaming in his hand.
“Daddy, I want to help now.” He said with a smile. I smiled back, put down my knife, and lifted him up.
“Okay, just take your knife, hold it really tight, and put it next to his lips.” I said. He tried to do as he was told.
“No, that’s not right. Next to the side of his lips... yes that’s good. Now put some pressure on it and try to draw a straight line, right up to his ear.” I guided him. I guess this is our own special way of father-son bonding? He started laughing as the blood spilled out. I put him down and repeated what he did on the opposite side.
“He looks like he’s smiling!” He shouted with delight. It was as if he had just gotten a new toy. I patted his head and led him back to our car as Gerard gave the man one final stab to the neck.
“So did you have fun?” Frank asked him.
“Yeah! Can we do that again tomorrow?” He asked, smiling up at Frank and I.
“Mikes, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, he’s only four.” Gerard asked.
“I’m sure. Besides, it was his idea. He was the one who figured out that making music wasn’t the only thing we did. He’s smart, just like she was...” I trailed off, looking to the now awake, and terrified man.
“It’s been three and a half years. You have to start moving on.” Gerard sighed. “Okay, buddy. Are you ready to start?” He asked, turning to Damian, who was nodding wildly with a large smile on his face.
“Alright. Your daddy will come and get you when it’s your turn, if you still want to help.” With that, we turned to the man, who Frank had started torturing. He was throwing knives at his limbs, so they just nicked him. The poor fellow was already screaming in pain. He hasn’t seen anything yet. I stabbed my knife into his chest, dragging it slowly down the length of his body. I turned around to see Damian staring, his head tilted slightly to the side. A bit confused, perhaps? I went on to cut away at the muscle just below his skin as Gerard and Frank worked on severing his limbs from his body. Once his chest and stomach muscles were removed, I could see all I wanted to see. His heart was beating three times the normal speed, as his lungs were struggling for each useless breath. I felt a tug at my shirt and looked down to see Damian, his new silver knife gleaming in his hand.
“Daddy, I want to help now.” He said with a smile. I smiled back, put down my knife, and lifted him up.
“Okay, just take your knife, hold it really tight, and put it next to his lips.” I said. He tried to do as he was told.
“No, that’s not right. Next to the side of his lips... yes that’s good. Now put some pressure on it and try to draw a straight line, right up to his ear.” I guided him. I guess this is our own special way of father-son bonding? He started laughing as the blood spilled out. I put him down and repeated what he did on the opposite side.
“He looks like he’s smiling!” He shouted with delight. It was as if he had just gotten a new toy. I patted his head and led him back to our car as Gerard gave the man one final stab to the neck.
“So did you have fun?” Frank asked him.
“Yeah! Can we do that again tomorrow?” He asked, smiling up at Frank and I.
11/3/13