“Daddy! Daddy! Look what I drew!” Damian said, holding up a piece of paper. It was a picture of a darkly dressed figure with two different sized eyes. Exactly three hairs were on top of his head, along with a splatter of blood extending up from his chin. The unsmiling figure held a bloody cleaver in one circular hand. Surrounding him were multiple other people, but not standing. some were hanging from the ceiling by their throats or feet, others were pinned to the floor by spikes or knives. A few had body parts separated from each other, and some of them had exposed organs and bones sticking out from multiple places.

“His name is Alexander! I made him like us!” He squealed excitedly.

“This is a very nice picture, Damian. Do you want to show it to uncle Gerard?” I asked him, smiling. I love his twisted mind. He nodded quickly as we went off to show Gerard and Frank. Ray would never be able to see it, though. It’s a shame he had to be so closed-minded about killing. Either way, he’s my friend and I’m okay with his decision. He tried it and didn’t like it, and there’s nothing I can do but hope he doesn’t find out again.

“It’s great!”

“Can I have it?”

“It should be in a museum!”

“Yeah, right next to the Mona Lisa!” I heard Gerard and Frank gushing over the picture. I knew they would love it.

A woman had Damian’s hand, as he was leading her back to us. He was a very good sob story to lure people in with.

“My mommy’s hurt! I can’t find my daddy! Please, someone help me! I’m scared!” I had him cry out. It didn’t take long before the middle aged woman had felt sorry for him.

“All alone, poor little child. Can you show me where your mommy is? I can help her, I’m a doctor.” She said in a childish voice. Damian sniffled and pulled her towards us.

“She’s in here.”

“Where? I don’t see any-- oh my!” She cried out as Gerard slammed his hand, as well as a piece of duct tape, over her mouth. Frank lifted her kicking feet and dragged her into the alley way. I helped them lower her onto a waiting spike, where her intestine caught the edge. Though her body sank to the ground, leaving a trail of blood down it, part her intestine remained a tether between her and the spike. Her muffled screams were barely heard as the blood pooled around her back, for the smaller spikes on the ground dug into it. Damian walked on top of her body as I held his hand for balance. She looked up at him, shaking her head as if to say “No! It’s a trap! Get away!”. Silly woman. Her head slammed into the ground as Damian drove a knife through her heart. I allowed him to cut in her smile, as that was his favorite part.

“Very good, Damian! Would you like to add her to your drawing?”

Notes

These drawings do exist, on the very back page of my Geometry notebook.