Give 'Em Hell, Kid
Grey in the Head
He liked it? I wasn’t sure he would... I mean, four year olds are supposed to be a bit squeamish when it comes to bloody human insides, right? Aren’t they supposed to be a bit scared of murderers and other such criminals? Maybe he’s odd, just like we all were as small children. I felt him tugging at my shirt a bit, but this time, instead of wanting to torture and destroy, he wanted comfort from the monster in his closet. I looked inside of it, showing him that there was no scary, sharp-toothed being inside, trying to eat him. He fell asleep after half an hour of me convincing him that it was completely safe. Though he is extremely smart for his age, he is still just four. He has the capability to act as an adult when the time is right, as in the murder. All other times, he likes playing with his toy trucks and eating macaroni and cheese. It’s his favorite food. I’m also attempting to teach him how to read. It’s deceivingly difficult.
“Daddy, can we do what we did yesterday?” Damian asked me during breakfast. It was Saturday, so he didn’t have pre-school today.
“Can you tell me what it was called, first?” I asked him. I wanted to make sure he knew what he was doing.
“Murder?” He replied.
“Very good. Now, whenever someone asks what you did, what are you going to tell them?”
“Nothing?”
“Excellent. What happens if someone doesn’t believe you?”
“I tell them about the murdering?” He said, tilting his head to the side.
“No. Okay, I want you to say that we went out for ice cream. Can you do that?” I asked. He nodded and went to play with his toys. I went to record my part to the new album we were making. Sure, it had been a while, but we wanted to. We kept our homicidal intentions hidden in this one. It was very subtle. Gerard had created this world, where everything was controlled by an evil corporation. Now, imagine that the corporation was the world. We were still in the world’s territory, but we were killing off all of the people, which Gerard called ‘Draculoids’. No one would notice, and there would be less suspicion. Besides, the new songs were fun to play.
“Come on, Damian. We’re going out to get ice cream.” I called.
I dragged the woman through the thorn bushes to out warehouse as Damian carried the knives. It was just us, this time. Gerard and Frank had decided to stay home. They had both gotten married after Skylar died, as had Ray and I. Gerard had a daughter, as well. Frank’s wife was heavily pregnant with twins. While they had decided to show their kids to the world, I had kept Damian a secret. There would definitely be that one smart child who would undeniably figure everything out. I couldn’t have that happening. We were recording in New Jersey, staying with Frank. He was the only one who still lived there, but we visited each other often. I finished tying the woman to a chair I had found, so I let Damian slit her throat. As the warm blood spilled out, I sliced the woman’s scalp open, lifting it off of her skull and enjoying her screams of agony and pain. Damian was laughing as I bashed her skull in and removed the pieces from her brain one by one. Damian made asymmetrical cuts along her stomach while I wrapped my gloved hands around her brain and yanked it until I had it completely in my hands.
“Hey buddy, want to hold a brain?” I asked, gesturing to it. He nodded excitedly, so I handed it over to him. He smiled proudly and asked me one simple question.
“Did I do good, daddy? Did I do good?”
“Yes, Damian.” I replied. “You did very good.”
“Daddy, can we do what we did yesterday?” Damian asked me during breakfast. It was Saturday, so he didn’t have pre-school today.
“Can you tell me what it was called, first?” I asked him. I wanted to make sure he knew what he was doing.
“Murder?” He replied.
“Very good. Now, whenever someone asks what you did, what are you going to tell them?”
“Nothing?”
“Excellent. What happens if someone doesn’t believe you?”
“I tell them about the murdering?” He said, tilting his head to the side.
“No. Okay, I want you to say that we went out for ice cream. Can you do that?” I asked. He nodded and went to play with his toys. I went to record my part to the new album we were making. Sure, it had been a while, but we wanted to. We kept our homicidal intentions hidden in this one. It was very subtle. Gerard had created this world, where everything was controlled by an evil corporation. Now, imagine that the corporation was the world. We were still in the world’s territory, but we were killing off all of the people, which Gerard called ‘Draculoids’. No one would notice, and there would be less suspicion. Besides, the new songs were fun to play.
“Come on, Damian. We’re going out to get ice cream.” I called.
I dragged the woman through the thorn bushes to out warehouse as Damian carried the knives. It was just us, this time. Gerard and Frank had decided to stay home. They had both gotten married after Skylar died, as had Ray and I. Gerard had a daughter, as well. Frank’s wife was heavily pregnant with twins. While they had decided to show their kids to the world, I had kept Damian a secret. There would definitely be that one smart child who would undeniably figure everything out. I couldn’t have that happening. We were recording in New Jersey, staying with Frank. He was the only one who still lived there, but we visited each other often. I finished tying the woman to a chair I had found, so I let Damian slit her throat. As the warm blood spilled out, I sliced the woman’s scalp open, lifting it off of her skull and enjoying her screams of agony and pain. Damian was laughing as I bashed her skull in and removed the pieces from her brain one by one. Damian made asymmetrical cuts along her stomach while I wrapped my gloved hands around her brain and yanked it until I had it completely in my hands.
“Hey buddy, want to hold a brain?” I asked, gesturing to it. He nodded excitedly, so I handed it over to him. He smiled proudly and asked me one simple question.
“Did I do good, daddy? Did I do good?”
“Yes, Damian.” I replied. “You did very good.”
11/3/13