Ten Times Done

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Prologue

The sweat slowly trickled down my cold, pale face. I pulled off my white, blood stained mask. That was easier than I thought it would be. The old man's body just lay there like a rock on the floor, surrounded by a pool of his blood. The other was still and lifeless beside him. I took out my saw and cut off the older man’s head, a spot of blood hit my face. I pulled off the victim's head, seeing that his face was a mask of terror. I stuffed the head in my backpack. I sat there for a minute thinking of what I should do. I only caught one of them, there are still nine more.  I picked up the cold bodies and slung them over my shoulder. The blood slowly found it’s way down my back.

I took one step, and immediately dropped to the ground. I threw the bodies off my shoulder, and quickly covered my mouth. Then I looked down at my leg. It was gushing out blood, and throbbing. It felt like someone had hit it with a splintered wooden bat. I leaned against the wall and pulled the bodies next to me. I took out my knife, cut off a long piece of my shirt, and tied it around my leg with two sticks on the side to give it support. I used the wall to stand up. It took four minutes to walk around and adjust to the injury. Meanwhile, I kept a sharp eye out for any wanderers .

“Finally.” I exclaimed in a silent voice. I was able to walk. Even though the wrapping was tightly tied around my leg, I still had a limp. I picked up the bodies and went on my way. I told you...you should've given me more time, old man. Now look! I have to go after ten people I don’t even know. I took the body to a spot out beyond the edge of town, and placed it in my usual burial grounds, but the new man had a special area.

Most of my men were buried halfway through the woods, around forty feet and near the old willow tree my dad used to take me to; but this man, he made me especially mad. So his spot was at the far end of the woods. So far in that even if they found all the other bodies, they still wouldn’t find his.

It took five hours of walking to get to the end of the woods to dig his special hole. When I got there, lucky my extra deer was still there. It took me about two hours to dig the twelve foot hole, but before throwing him in I laid the body aside and cut off his head.

You could’ve heard the breaking of his spine a mile away. A loud rip, as it echoed throughout the forest. I took the man's body and threw it in. Then I filled it up halfway. Then threw the the deer in the hole and filled the grave to the top . I did this so that if the police ever did find my nice little hiding spot, they would just find a deer. I did this to every single person I killed, but every person was at least forty feet apart and all had a different animal. Then after I finished filling the hole, I stomped it down so that it didn’t look to disturbed. “Ah, all done.” I laughed as I started to make my way back to town.

When I got back to town it was eleven o’clock. Right on time, everyone will be asleep. I am the only one who is awake. The deed is done, and now there is no way to reverse it. I felt a shiver of relief. When I got back home, my children and wife were all asleep. For all they know I was out late last night, doing some last minute lab work. I started to chuckle.

“Never have I been caught, and I never will.”



Chapter 1

I woke up the next morning to my kid in my face yelling “Daddy, Daddy, wake up!” I yawned, before sitting up on the couch.

“What is it, Jace?”

“I want to play with you, Daddy,” He sighed.

I looked at him “I’m busy” I said.

“You're always busy…” he mumbled as he turned around and started to walk away. I jumped out of the chair and started to tickle his sides. He started laughing uncontrollably “Daddy, Daddy...stop it!” he gasped.

I got up and looked at him. He smiled then started running around the house. I limped around chasing him all around the house. After an two hours of running around he finally stopped. I limped to my medicine cabinet and took out a bottle of psychiatric pills.I then grabbed a cup of water.

I limped to the table for breakfast, and plopped down in the chair. I leaned my head back and took two of the pills. I looked at my wife across the table. “Out late. Again.” she said

“Yep! I had some extra work to do in the lab.” I let out a slight yawn. She just stared at me from across the table. I looked up. “Is everything okay, dear?”

She stared at me for a little longer. “Yeah, it is just… you’re out every night, and you never have time to spend with your own children anymore.” she sighed. “You need to make time for your family.” she huffed and sank into her chair.

“You know I have been trying Ann…” I tried, before she interrupted abruptly.

“No! You will make time, or I am demanding a divorce!” she yelled, clearly upset. I opened my mouth to try and calm her down, but she had left the room.

I got out of my chair and quickly walked outside. The job isn’t done yet... my head was screaming. I started to pace up and down the yard. I felt like my head was going to implode “She doesn't understand!” I screamed to the heavens. I clenched my fist. I looked back at the house and just stared for a minute. I summoned back my smile and walked up. “I am going into town, honey.” I yelled in a happy tone.

“Okay, bye.” she said, obviously irritated. I hopped in our convertible and started on my way to town.

I was about half a mile down the road when I started to yell at the car. “She can’t do this!” I slammed my hand on my leg and let out a blood curdling scream. It landed right on the wound I got the night before. I swerved the car and almost hit someone walking. “Watch out!” the man yelled infuriated. I didn’t even take under consideration that I almost hit him. I started to tear up. The tears ran down my face like runoff coming down a mountain.

I finally made it into town, wiping my eyes and nose with the back of my hand. Now it was time to work. I climbed into the back of my car and set up a mask. I had a type of putty that allowed me to make drastic changes to my appearance. I gave myself a long nose, a mole and wrinkles that drooped the sides of my chin. I looked out my window. I started to keep a sharp eye out for him. This one would be especially easy. He was shaken up and had decided he would take a few days to contemplate what to say to the police.

I sat in the middle of the crowded courtyard so that I could keep an eye on everyone. I started to look around the perimeter, and the out of my peripheral vision I saw him. Victim number 2. He was a small. Chubby man. He had long hair and eyes as green as emeralds. He was just standing there, no movement, except for the swivel of his head. He was looking around for something, but I couldn’t figure out what he would be looking for. Maybe he is looking for me... he is schizophrenic... I was about to walk up when a huge smile bloomed across his face. I took a step back, as all of the sudden another one of my targets showed up. Victim 3. This one was a tall, and lanky man. He had hair down to his shoulders, and blue eyes. This is perfect, both of them in the same general area. They started to talk about something, but I couldn’t hear them, so I tried to get in closer.

I slowly made my way through people. I was almost there when they went inside of a store. I hurried my pace. I had to keep them in my sight. I finally got to a point where I could follow them, but kept my distance. They both looked around, and then started talking again. This time I could hear them, but just barely. They were talking about what they should do about what they saw. They won’t live to tell a single soul. I chuckled.

They walked in and started to look around. Was there going to be another one? I started to get giddy. “Ahh, there it is.” said the taller victim. He started to walk right past me. I kept completely still to make sure that he wouldn’t notice who I was. A chill spiraled down my spine, and into my legs. The victim grabbed a pack of unpoppable balloons off of the top shelf. “This is what he wanted me to get for his birthday.” He exclaimed.

He took them off of the top shelf and then to the cash register.

“That'll be $11.50,” The cashier said with a southern accent. The man scrambled through his pockets, and pulled out just enough. “You want that in a bag?”

“No, this will be fine.” the man picked up the balloons, and they both left.

“What did you buy those for?” Victim two asked.

“I got these for my five year old son jack.” His face brightened as he mentioned his boy. “I’m all he has left, his mother died giving birth to him.” He started to tear up.

His friend patted him on the back and gave him a hug. It’ll be okay he won’t lose you. If you're extremely lucky. I laughed under my breath.

Chapter 2

By the time they left it was pitch black. They made their way to a car, and they both stepped in. Luckily it was only three cars ahead of mine. I followed them about ten feet behind to make sure that I would not raise suspicion. They had been driving for about thirty miles, and they are now twenty miles out of town. They only have two miles left I started to sweat. They finally pulled over to the side of the road right next to the forest. I’ve got you. They both climbed out of the car and tried to find out how they lost gas so fast. I pulled the release to trunk of my car. I stepped out and went to my trunk.

I pulled out a gas can and strapped the two machetes to each thigh. They reached down just below my knee caps. Both were freshly sharpened. I put the pale mask over my face. I took the saw and slid it down the side of my right boot. I shut my trunk, the sound echoing through the forest. I picked up the can and started to walk towards them.

“You guys need help?” I shouted.

“Yeah, we just ran out of gas and we still have about fifty more miles to go” they said with hope in their voices. I walked over slowly, every step echoing. I finally got to them. I started to fill their car with the gasoline. “Thank you so much I don’t know how to…” he stopped in mid sentence. I pulled out a match and dropped it in the gas tank. We all ran away from the car. The car blew up in the distance, and we barely got away. Unknowingly, there was one of my victims in the back.

“No! Jack!” The man screamed, not being able to hold back his tears, his friends face was burnt onto the back window. “What the hell did you do that for” The taller man yelled. I started to laugh. Their faces transformed into masks of terror. They had just realized who I was.

They tried to run away, but before they could I took out one of my machetes and cut the top of both their calfs. They dropped to the floor screaming.

I kept laughing. “Run little piggies run!” I screamed while laughing. The taller man went to smack me with a stick but I caught him before he made contact.  “Oh no no no. You will suffer for that,” I promised.

He tried to crawl away but even as he did a long trail of blood followed him. The smaller victim was frozen with fear, a trail of tears cascading down his face. He curled up into a ball and started crying “Please don’t kill me!” he screamed in panic.

I bent down beside him and put my arms around him. I looked at the taller victim who was now slung up against a tree, then slit his throat. The blood coated the trees around him. The body just laid there squirming, the victim tried to scream. The harder he tried the more the blood leaked and poured out of his neck.

Eventually he just cried, then he simply stopped. The victim had trails of tears left on his face. The taller victim started to cry. “Please let me go, I won’t say a word. I have a child and he will be left with nothing if I am killed,” he whimpered.

The tears stained his face. He breathing became loud and his voice shaky, oh how happy it made me. “Just kill him already,” I said to myself “No, I have something in mind for him” I chuckled.

“W-what would that be...?” he asked, his voice breaking in fear

“You know what I am talking about,” I broke out in laughter again. I looked at him covered in blood from head to toe. My clothes dripped with blood. I tied him to a tree, securing his head so he couldn’t move it. I then placed metal tongs on his eye so they wouldn’t close.

I smiled at him grimly, “I want you to watch every second of this.” I walked over to the corpse and leaned it up against my leg. I gave a grim smirk and pulled out my saw.

“No!” he screamed. I put the saw up to his throat and started sawing. The man was squirming and yelling bloody mary. The blood went everywhere, it covered the other victim in blood. By the time I was finished, the victim was trembling in fear and horror. I then ripped the man's head off. You could hear the last of the skin tearing off. Some of the blood flew off and got in the other man's mouth. The man screamed and started vomiting. His face turned pale, and he couldn’t  stop crying. His face held a blank expression. Yet it was full of fear.

I walked over to him and bent down. “Now did you catch all that,” I said with a demonic smile on my face.

“Please, I watched just let me leave please…” he cried.

I took a deep breath then let out an astounding “No!” I laughed.

“What!” he exclaimed “No, you have to let me go, my boy, please…”

“I don’t think so, I still have more fun to be had with you.”

“No! Please I…” he started to break out in tears again.

“Shut up!” I yelled, hitting him over the head with the butt of my machete.

I slung the bodies over my shoulder, and threw them in the trunk. Time to do the usual. I sighed. But this time I also get to have some fun. I hopped in my car put the key in the ignition. I looked around for anyone who could be a witness, but I didn’t see anyone. It took about two hours to get there. I threw the body in and kept the other man in the trunk.

I pulled him out and quickly tied up his arms and legs so that he would not be able to move no matter how hard he tried. I tied a rope around his mouth so that no one could hear him scream. Then a thick cloth around his eyes so he can’t see where he had been taken. I then removed all sharp objects from the trunk. I slammed the trunk, and got in the drivers seat. Now get ready for hell. I turned on the radio and drove. Get ready.

Chapter 3

I woke up that morning to my wife packing her things, tears rolling down her face. “What are you doing?!” I exclaimed.

She looked at me with disgust. “I warned you yesterday,” she cried. “I told you, if you didn’t, what would happen, and you didn’t make time.” She ran to the closet and got her dresses and jackets.

“Wait but you haven’t even gotten the pap…” she pulled out small stack of papers. “I signed them now it’s your turn.” she said her voice shaking with every word.

“But honey, you don’t really want to go through with this, do you?” She just stared at me, before walking away.

“Wait...” My heart beat faster than it ever had before. She grabbed our son and went out the door to her car.

I quickly chased after her. “You don’t even have a place!” I cried. “Where will you stay?” my voice shaking with worry.

“I’ve had a place set apart for about a week,” she started to tear up. I went to give her a hug, but she shoved me away aggressively.

She started bawling. “Please!” I cried.

“Goodbye...” she barely got out her goodbye. I looked to the back seat of the car, to see my son crying. My wife slipped into the front seat and started to drive. I fell to the ground in tears.

What the hell am I supposed to do? My head started throbbing. “Why?!” I screamed in agonizing pain. “Why…” I started to cry again. It is their fault all ten of them. I gained a devilish smile. Yes, it was them, that would of been my last time but they had to see me. I stood up from the ground and slowly made my way to the house. You need to stop blaming others.

“No!” I screamed. “It’s their fault, they caused all of this” I finally made it to the house. I grabbed the keys angrily.  They will pay...severely …

   Chapter 4

I opened the cold metal door, and walked into the checkered room. I walked up to the chained up victim. He was sweating and breathing frantically. I just stared at him. The cloth around his mouth was dripping with spit. The room was so quiet you could hear it echo with every drop. The one around his eyes looked as if it was dunked in a bucket of water, and wrapped around his head. He tried to look around. Moving his head up and down, and side to side There were tears running down the sides of his face.

He was mumbling something under his breath but with the cloth inside his mouth I couldn’t understand a thing. “What are you trying to say?” I asked mockingly. He suddenly froze up in fear just from my voice. “Well spit it out… and by the way, if just the hearing of my voice strikes fear into to you then you are going to hate this next part.” I finished with a huff.

I went to the corner of the room and rolled out a small metal table that went no higher than my waist. It rattled, echoing through the room.

I looked at my patient. “I did some studying up on you,” I said, just loud enough for him to hear. “A highly respected man of the special opps known for being loyal to your comrades.” I laughed. “Well I will change that.” I stepped over to him and untied the cloth from his mouth.

“Now, before we start, I want to know what you were trying to say” my hands started to drip with his sweat.

“Go die in hell,” he mumbled.

“Excuse me?” I answered.

“I said go die in hell you son of a gun!” he screamed in my face, his spit spattering across my bottom lip.

I slowly lifted up my hand and wiped off the spittle. “Are you trying get yourself killed?” I screamed spitting back into his face. He just looked at me with dead eyes. My head was still throbbing. The bloody idiot. “Well then let’s get started!” I said with glee in my voice.

He gave a confused look. “Oh I haven't told you yet, have I?” I waited for him to answer. “Well take a good look.” I reached over and slowly untied the cloth from around his head. He looked around the room frantically.

“Where am I?”

“You're in my fun room,” I laughed. “Now get ready.”

“Wait no plea…” I recovered his mouth with the cloth.

He started to sweat. His eyes went bloodshot and started to tear up. “Now here is what you are going to do for me,” I started to fill up a syringe with Arsenic. “While all of this is going on, you are going to scream.” I stared at him brutally. “This is a nice little poison; if I give it to you in small increments every now and then, it won't kill you, but it causes extreme pain.” I smiled at him demonically. I finished filling up the syringe. I wiped the tip of it off before turning slowly around. His face went white.

I tightened the straps around his wrists just enough so that they were secure, but wouldn’t lose feeling. I also tightened the chain around his legs and waist so he couldn’t get out. He was squirming like a fly trying get out of a spiders web. “Well then let's get started”.

I put a cotton ball over the insertion point. The patient started to hyperventilate. The cloth around his mouth was once again dripping with spit. I stuck the needle into his upper left arm, right before the elbow on the inside of his arm. I slowly squeezed the poison into his veins. He stared at his arm with bloodshot eyes.

“Now, this is going to take about four minutes to take effect, but you will know when it does.” I stared at him deadfaced. Our eyes slowly locked together. We just sat there looking at each other, the room eerily quiet around us.

“Ahh!” he started screaming. He looked as if he had entered hell.

“Now let’s see how long you can withstand the pain.” I went over to my metal table and grabbed a knife. “Let’s have some fun!”

I bent over and put my knife to his finger. I looked at him with my inflamed eyes, the veins bulging out of the sides of my head. I looked at him, not like a human, but like a dog. I smiled at him, then pulled the knife and slit finger.

He was straining not to scream. “Oh no, this won't do!” I took a step near him. “I told you to scream.” I put the knife to another finger and cut. This time it took a minute before it started bleeding. To my satisfaction, he let out a blood curdling scream.

“That's what I wanted to hear,” I started to smile. He began cry. “Well, time for me to take the cloth away from your mouth.” I walked behind him and untied it. Only a few seconds after I untied it he began vomiting. It bounced off the floor and covered his boots. “Oh I am happy I am on this side,” I said mockingly. His breathing started to intensify.

“Now what you are going to do for me is a very simple task,” I picked up a small wedge, and a hammer. “All you have to do is count backward from two-thousand by sevens” I stared him dead in the eye. “What?” he said barely able to talk. “I bent down at his feet “I said count down. By sevens. From two-thousand.” I put the wedge just under his toe.

“Now count!” I screamed furiously as I hammered the wedge into the nail.

“Ahh!” he wailed in pain. The nail came off like bark on an old tree. The blood started to flow out of his toe and puddle around his foot.

“Count,” I said, calmly and collectively. I got up and went back to the table. I picked a boiling pot of oil. I set it down by his feet and grabbed the metal ladle. “Now what is two thousand minus seven.” He stared at me, eyes full of burning tears.

“1,993.” He whimpered.

“What was that?” I questioned.

“I said 1,993” he screamed. “1,993… forgive me Jared.” I disregarded the name, for it was of no use to me.

“Good, keep going,” I said calmly. I slowly poured the oil onto his foot from the ladle.

“1,986!” he said, screaming in pain. I put the under the toe next to his big toe. I lifted up the hammer.

“Ahh!” He was barely able to let out the scream. He sniffled as the tears ran down his face. “It hurts so much,” he panted.

“That's the idea,” I laughed, stared at him, my eyes full of glee. “Now keep going.” I stared at him, waiting for an answer.

“1,97..” I poured the oil on right as he started to say it. “Ragh!” he looked as if he was having a seizure in his chair.

“Keep counting,” My words were filled with a pure filthy hatred

“1,979.” he gasped for air after every letter.

“Good,” I bent back down towards his feet and set the wedge underneath the next toe. He kept counting.

His treatment went on for two hours.

Chapter 5

“Damnit!” I slammed my fist on the kitchen counter leaving a crack. “I had him for two hours and he still didn’t break.” “Hey don’t forget this was all started by you,” I murmured to myself under my breath. My breathing started to intensify. “No It is their fault… those little b******s.” I threw a cup across the room. It shattered into a million peices. “Hey don’t forget to take your psychiatric medicine,” I said, irritated by the yelling and screaming. “Screw the medicine!” I shrieked. I started to pace back and forth.

The walls started to move in swirls and strange lines. I started to feel dizzy. The plates began to roll and insult me. “Stop!” I shouted. I blinked my eyes and it was all gone. “Take your medicine, please...” I pleaded, trying to convince my other side. I angrily rushed over to the cabinet. I pulled out a yellow container of dirt brown pills. I opened the bottle and held it over my mouth. I felt one about to drop in then moved my head away.  All the pills every last one of them fell to the ground.

“Oops.” I started to stomp on the pills crushing every last one of them into a small brown hill of dust. “Well, looks like I won’t be needing to take those anymore.” I gained a smile. It looked as if it was given to me by satan himself. “No! You idiot, do you know what you have done?” I questioned myself. “Now in a matter of days you will have no control an-” I cut myself off early. “No, you filthy liar! In a matter of days I will have full control, and you will have none.” I stormed into the next room.

As I walked in, my patient was standing there. His toes bubbled and burned. His skin looked as if he had killed a lizard and covered each of his toes with it. “You will never break me.” He said confidently.

“I hate you.” I murmured.

“What was that?” He questioned.

“I hate you and your family.” I screamed “I hate you and your…” I started to laugh. I fell to the floor. I started to cry I was so happy. My eyes went bloodshot. “I know how to break you.” I was barely able to get it out.

“What?” My patient answered.

“I know how to make you talk,” I slowly went from laughing to dead serious. I quickly jumped off the floor and made my way outside to my car. I opened the trunk to see that the blood stained plastic coating. I took out my knife and cut a hole in the very top so that the pool of blood wouldn’t drip everywhere. From there I set out another bigger plastic sheet on the ground.

I quickly cut out the sheet, laid it in the other, and tied them both up. I then took the bags into my back yard. I uncovered a hole so deep I couldn’t see the bottom. I threw the bags in, recovered the hole, and went back to my car. I put another sheet of plastic coating on the inside of my trunk.

“Now this is the easy part,” I slowly made my way up to the driver seat. “All I have to do is get his son.” I slowly pressed my foot to the gas. I opened my victim's wallet. I saw a picture of a puffy faced eleven year old child with bright red cheeks. His hair reached just below his shoulders. On the picture it had his school name, Riverside Elementary. “Jared Narlock, that'll be an easy one to find.” I turned on the radio and made my way to town.

“I will break you, Ian Narlock,” I said as I looked down at his license. I was riding in the car for about an hour before I got to the kid’s school. It was 3:00 p.m. on the dot. “Now I just wait.”

Chapter 6

After waiting for forty five minutes I finally saw him. I got out of the car and went to him “Oh, Jared! Over here, your dad sent me to pick you up.” I waited for him to come over

“He didn’t tell me that.” he questioned my words

“Here, I have a message from him.” I pulled out my phone and played a voice message. “Hey Jared, sorry I was gone for so long, I ran into one of my friends and he wasn’t able to give me a ride back to grandma’s just yet, so I sent my friend here to come and pick you up. See you when you get here. Bye, love you.” the phone clicked. He looked up at me as his cheeks turned red.

“Sorry sir, I just wanted to make sure.” he said, swaying back and forth.

“It’s fine, I am sure your father will be proud of you for making sure.” he gave me the brightest smile. “Okay well the car is open” he hopped over to the car and climbed into the back. I started to drive off from the school.

“So mister what is your name” he asked me looking out the backseat window. “My name is Jack” I said smiling at him. “Okay so how old are” “I am 35 years old” “what is your hobby?” I left that question at a silence. “That’s a secret” my voice went quiet. I reached down on the passenger side seat. I picked up sleeping gas and a gas mask. “What’s that?” he was looking in my hand. “It is sleeping gas and a gas mask”I answered putting the mask on. “Why do you have that?” he started to push himself back into the chair. “So you don’t know where we are going” I finished putting the gas mask on. I pulled the car over into an ally. “Mister you're scaring me” his voice was shaking. “Good” I laughed. I leaned back towards him pointing the bottle at his face. “Sir please leave me alone I just…” I covered his mouth. “Just sleep” I spoke softly. “Bu..but..” his muscles slowly started to relax until he was fully asleep.

He was slumped down in the chair. I turned back around and backed out of the alley. Now I can make him break. I pulled of the gas mask and my skin mask to cover my face. Now he sees jack as the bad guy but not me I smiled“He will tell me or his son will suffer” My eye’s went red. “How could you do this he is just a” “Shut up” I yelled at myself in the car “All you have done is hold me back not anymore now that I don’t have those pills” I started to feel anger. “You shouldn’t be driving like this you know what happens” once again I cut myself off. “No I have been practicing” I looked started to drive off “you only have one day left in my head...then your gone.”my head went silent. The quiet was frightening. It was like this the entire way to my lab where my patient Ian was waiting for me.

Chapter 7

I retired him to the chair. This time adjusting the chair to lean him back just a little bit.I moved his hair out of the way, and adjusted the head strap so that his head would stay in place. I strapped his hands down this time with chains so that there was no way for him to escape. I strapped his feet with the leather straps on the chair.  I took a minute to just stare. His cloths were stained with blood. He had grown a beard in a day and a half.  He smelt of fesizes. His pants went from a navy blue to a dark red. They still hadn't dried from our last session. The cuts up and down the sides of his arms still looked fresh. His arms we stained with a slight trace of blood“Wakey wakey” I splashed a bucket of ice cold water onto his face. He went to jolt forward, but the head strap kept him from moving. I looked him dead in the eye. “Today we are going to do the usual” I said “but this time you're going to break” “Good luck with that” he said full of confidence. “Trust me this time is different”

I went to the corner of the room and rolled out the rickety metal table. I rolled it out and placed it in front of his. I started to skip around the table. “What should we play with first?” I smiled looking at the table. I looked over at him he was already starting to sweat. “Ahh I can’t forget that” I murmured to myself. I bent down and pulled a small silver tray full of arsenic. I also grabbed a half inch cup of water. I took a teaspoon of arsenic and mixed it with the water. I picked up my syringe and filled it up with a quarter teaspoon of my mixture.

I grabbed the cotton ball off the corner of my table and placed it on his arm. I injected the poison. I could see the change in his face as it swept throughout his veins. He started to sweat franticly five minutes after the injection. I picked up a weaved rope and a small mallet. I took the rope and slowly began to tie it tightly around Ian's arm. I waited until the skin around the rope went from white to a dark red. I waited for about ten minutes to make sure the arm was numb. “Now I get to use my favorite form of torture” I had a grimacing smile on my face.

I took the mallet and placed it on his arm. I took my time to aim a few times. I then stretched my arm back. Smack the mallet collided with his arms. He had no reaction. He stared at me black faced. “What was that supposed to do” he asked staining to stop himself from vomiting “Oh let me explain” I went to the corner that I pulled the table from and grabbed a metal blood stained chair. “Now as you can see...well feel” I laughed at my joke, while he stood straight faced “your arm is numb, now all I do is beat on your arm with this mallet. By doing so I break the bones throughout your arm now since your arm is numb you will feel nothing...until I remove the tie which will send an immediate flow of blood throughout your arm”

I stared at him my eyes looked as if ready to burst. I continually beaten his arm for fifteen minutes. By the time I finished his arm was a dark purple. I slowly took off the rope. “Oww oww” shrieked in pain. He started to panic. He moved so much he almost fell over. Tears ran down his face. His face had veins popping out everywhere, and his face was a bright red. He looked down at the mutilated arm from the corner of his eye. His arm had a bone poking from the inside as if trying to get out. His eyes were bloodshot and looked like a balloon that was about to pop. His breathing sounded like he just got out of water before drowning. “I told you I wouldn’t break.” his crying stopped. I slammed my fist onto his arm. “Rah” he wept in pain. “Oh that's not what’s going to break you” I gave eerie smile.

I went back to the table. “Now what to use next...I know what to do” I bent down and opened the small creaky metal door. I stood back up holding set of clippers. I stepped behind him. I plugged the clippers into the wall and began to shave his head.  Looked him in the eyes. “I will be right back” I ran out the metal door. I went into the fridge I kept in my bunker. I pulled out a can of soup, pudding and some cold water. Then made my way back to the room.

“Eat” I said making my voice as copasetic as possible. He shut his mouth. “Fine I but just remember this is your fault.” I stood up and went to the table and grabbed a dentist prop. I forced his mouth open, placed it in and locked it in place. “Now eat” I said calmly. I took the food and dumped it into his mouth. He tried to force it out but I wouldn’t let him. I took a cloth from the table and covered his mouth. It took some work, but he finally swallowed. I took the cloth off and poured water into his mouth. I ready the cloth just in case. Surprisingly he swallowed with out trying to struggle. “Good” I took the prop from out of his mouth. “ I will be back” Once again I ran out and to the bunker but this time I went to my freezer. I pulled out a ice ice cycle.

I ran back into the room and placed it just above his head. The water slowly trickled down and collided with his head. He flinched. I just stared at him. “I will return in fifteen minutes” I made my way to the door. I looked back at him “now don’t go anywhere” I said mackingly. I smiled and walked out the door.

Ten minutes later. I walked back in with another chair liek Ians.  Ian’s cheeks were red, and his eyes were all blood red. His face was covered with sweat and water. I slowly walked up to him My footsteps echoing throughout the room. I walked up to in him and put  my face up to his. Our noses touched, but only with slight contact. I set the chair down behind me, and sat down.

“Now tell me how it feels, and please don't hold back this is for my research” I picked up a pen and pad from my table. “Your a sick sick man” he mummered. I stood up staring him in the eyes. I lifted my hand as if ready to hit him and took away the ice cicle. “Do you give?” I asked politely. “ Never” he stated firmly “I promised my son I would always stay strong till the very end. So I will you b*****d” He spit hit my face. I wiped it off my face. “I believe that's the second time you've done that” he smirked “while you deserved it”. Smack I threw my hand onto his arm. “Ahh” he whimpered. “While why  don’t we see what he thinks about that.” I stormed out of the room. “What the hell are you talking about” he screamed after me. All I heard was a faint scream in the back of my head He will regret that

I threw open a cellar door. I walked down a flight of stair into a dark candle light room. The roof leaked with brown and black water. The floor had rats running around it. I opened a rusty cell doo. In the corner hunched over was jared. He was covered in dirt and dust. “Are you ready to see your daddy?” I slowly walked over to him. His face had dried trails of tears run across it. He looked up at me. His red cheeks now looked like mud. He shook his head. “Please just stay away” he said in a soft voice. My foot step echoed in the cell. “please...plea…” his eyes filled with tears once again. His voice was quavering. I made my way to him. I took his hand and led him out of the cell. “I am your friend” I smiled at him my face barely lit by the candle light.

I led him up the stairs and out and out of the cellar. “Okay this way” I whispered to him. I led him to my bunker. “Okay stay here I am going to look around” I smiled at him “Wait let me come with you” he pleaded. I shook my head “you need to stay here so you're safe” He looked at me and shook his head “okay I will be right back” I walked out of the room. I went down the hallway and into another room. My mask room. I put on my mask of so the called Jack.I grabbed a can of sleeping gas. I made my way back. I was in front of the door. I opened it a crack. “Is that you friend?” the shy little boy asked. I cracked open the sleeping gas, and tossed it into the room. I walked in to see him cuddled up in a corner. “No...no stay away not again” his voice was quaking, and his body was shaking. He began to cry. His tears started to wash the dirt off his face.

I put on the gas mask, and walked towards him. “Hey jared” I talked in a calming voice “it’s me Jack” he pinned himself against the wall. I slowly walked towards him. “Just fall asleep” I whispered just loud enough for him to hear. “Not...again “ he fell asleep. I picked up his almost lifeless body, and slung him over my shoulder.  I smiled walking my way back to the checkered room. Get ready I laughed. It echoed throughout the halls extending the already unearthly feeling.

Chapter 8

Ian began trying to look around. I had put the cloth back around his eye’s.“What happened” Ian asked me waking up after twenty minutes. “Took you long enough” he stared at me with dead eye’s. “I had to take some time to prep” I smiled at him gruesomely. “Prep for what?” he asked eager for an answer. “Soon enough you will learn” I returned an answer that would leave him wondering. I pulled went out and once again got the chair. I took it set it in front of him. I picked up a electronic screwdriver and screwed the chair into the floor. I took a seat in it.

I stared at him. Examining him. “You don’t have to hold back tears” I stood up and  circled him.  I stared at him as if I was trying to stare into his soul. I went out and brought Jared in. Luckily he was still asleep but just barely. I strapped him to the chair. I set a microphone stand with a microphone next to him. I set a pair of headphones on his father's. “Now listen” I plugged the headphones into the stand.  Jared started to wake up. I took off one side of the  headphones “Listen closely what is about to happen is everything that happened to you but it will be so much worse.” I fixed the headphones.

I dipped my hand in a pot of cold water that I had kept next to Ian. I lifted my hand above my head and slapped the young boy violently. I had left a bright red handprint on his cheek. He woke up gasping. He wasn’t quite able to breathe correctly with the cloth around his mouth. It took him a minute to gain full consciousness. He looked around. See what I had done was I had the boy with a gag in his mouth so his father couldn’t tell who it is. While his father can’t see him but jared can witness all the things being said while seeing his father. I had it all planed out. Finally he just stared in front of him. Dad! He tried to yell so so hard but he just couldn’t get it out. Everything he tried to scream came out as a mumble, but he wouldn’t give up.

“I wouldn’t try”I said in a upbeat voice. I examined his arm. I picked up the small malet. His eyes were full of horror. I looked down at his arm and shook his head brutality. I lifted the mallet ready to strike. “No!’ I screamed inflamed. “Go the hell away” I screamed at myself. I felt like a bloodthirsty monster with a single wan somehow able to stop me was standing in the way. “I swear if you hurt this child...” My eyes began to tear up. “You'll what you'll what you dirty little screw up” It all the sudden went to a disturbing silence. “I will use everything I have to kill you” I said with full commitment. I started to grind my teeth. I raised the mallet higher. It gleamed in the dim lighted room. “I’m warning you” I mummered.i was ready to answer but stopped. I had just remembered something.  I looked over at the child. My grin grew to a very amused look. I laughed loud it echoed through the room. I looked like a animal that had just slaughtered it’s prey.

“What so funny” I asked my laughing coming to a stop. “You don’t hear it?” I asked psychotically. My eyes were red as blood. I was confused with myself. “The walls they reminded me of something that I had forgotten” I started twirling with my fingers. I could feel all the tension in the room rise to unbarible. “You only have one more hour” I stared at the boy. “Only one hour” I laughed “isn’t that crazy...only two days ago you said that you would never leave and now you have no choice.” I started laughed to laugh ludicrously. I just waited for an answer but it was silent. All the sudden I didn’t have him standing in my way.

I looked over at the kid right as the cloth had managed to find it’s way out of his mouth. “Dad please!” he screamed franticly in pain. “Shut up you brat” I furiously. “Wait no not my son” he wailed in sadness “please not him let him go please I will tell you just don’t do what you did to me to my son” I slowly put my arm down. My heart almost stopped finally I could catch them it was just a matter of time. I unplugged the headphones and took them off his head. “Okay where are they.” I removed the cloth from his head. Even with my mask still on at the moment he wouldn't notice he was so scared. His face went pale when he saw his son sitting there the rope tied around his arm and the mallet in his hand. “I can...” I lifted the mallet before he could finish his sentence. “They are at the riverside hotel, rooms...um..oh 298,297,299” he said almost faster than he could talk. I rapidly grabbed my pen and pad as started writing the rooms down. I ripped it out.

I stared intently at them both smiling “You better not be lying” I said in a stern but happy voice “because if you are...” this time he cut me off eagerly. “Wha..what in the hell makes you think I would put my sons life in danger for them” he said barely holding onto his words. “Good” I reached under my table and pulled out another mask with some sleeping gas. “And good night” I unclipped the can and dropped it in the middle of them both. I bowed and walked out with the paice of paper. I’ve got you I tore off the mask and made my way first down to the cellar to put the two patients away locking up ian in chains so there was no way to escape.Then to change my clothes, and freshened up. I went out and got in a car that I save for when I am on cameras. Time go see some old friends.

Chapter 9

I drove about a quarter mile into town a quarter mile before the hotel was in my sight. It was a small splintered building, but it was the cheapest in town. I drove into a alley a block away. I pulled the keys out of the ignition, and climbed into the back putting the putty on my face once again. This time I gave myself a short pudgy nose, pointy ears. I put it all around my face to make it look smoother, and paler. Then I put in a pair of green contacts and a yellow coating over my teeth. I climbed out of the backseat door. Luckily since this is such a small town we really don’t have the money for security cameras, but it is better to be safe than sorry. I went to the back popping open my trunk. I pulled out a suppressor and put my silencer on. I took out three pairs of latex gloves and put them on my hands one after another. Before closing my trunk I grabbed another clip just incase, and my white fresh cleaned mask. I wasn’t a fan of using guns but at the moment it’ll get the job done. I closed the trunk. I then placed a small timer bomb on the bottom of the car it was set for forty five minutes.

I packed the silencer in my side pocket along with my mask. I quickly made my way into the building. I went in unnoticed. I next to the elevator where they had a map of all the rooms and the floors they were on 291, 292,293 I skipped a few numbers Ah there they are they were on the third floor at the end of the hall. I walked into the elevator I pressed the third floor button.

I stepped out and looked down the hall. No one was there. I checked my watch 30 minutes I hurried down the hallway. I found the first door. I checked my watch once again 28 minutes. I opened the door. The room was small and messy. I saw to two of them asleep in the room.  One was short and fit he was asleep on the bed to the right. The other was tall and chubby man and he was asleep on the left. I walked to the left side of the smaller man's bed. I hovered over him. I pulled out my silenced suppressor and pointed. “Bye bye” I shot the shorter one. His blood splat only about two inches. This is a new one to add I had never dropped so low as to kill a man in his sleep. This one would be the first to add on my assembly line. The blood slowly soaked into the sheets and pillows. I looked at my watch. 15 minutes.

I looked over at the other man the taller one. I took a step over and leaned. I lowered my gun to the side of his head. I stuck the end right on the inside of his ear. He started to wake up. “Have a fun trip” I smiled. Then I shot. The smile was left on his face. That to is a new one to add I looked at my watch 10 minutes. Damn it I can’t add them I don’t have enough time I quickly set down another bomb set for fifteen minutes. I sprinted out and made my wa6y to the next room.

I opened the door this time they were both getting ready to leave. They were both no taller than five eight. I first shot the one which who was standing by his bed. The blood splat on the onto the bed and some on the wall. He stumbled back colliding with the bedpost. The other man was about to scream. I shot him in the throat. He started to run at me. The blood was coating everything. I planted two shots in his head before he could get closes enough to get any on me. He tumbled to the ground. His blood smothered body flailing on the floor. I checked my watch Five minutes I ran out of the room dropping a bomb set for ten minutes as I left. I sprinted to the next room.

I walked up crossing my fingers. I kicked open the door there were two men by the window I quickly fired off two five shots. I nailed one of them in the head and lower neck the other had a two shots to his spine and one in the head. Two minutes until my car goes boom and this has seven I quickly set the time and dropped the bomb. I also dropped my gloves and gun on top of it. This time though I put thermite on top of it all. Bang! Their was a loud noise from outside. I jumped up and looked out the window. I could see the flames coming off my car. I ran out I saw people coming out of their rooms running to the elevators and stairs. I snuck out in the crowd.

I slowly tore off the mask. No one noticed. Everyone in the crowd just ran bye. I finally got it all off.  Made my way out the door. I checked my watch. One five, four, three two, one… I looked back there were three explosions that filled the sky with grey smoke and ash. I smiled grimly. It filled my soul with glee to know that I was finally free. I felt like I had been let out of a cage. I looked around. I could hear everything chanting. The wind was no longer silent but screaming. Ants were the size of skyscrapers. I the floor was swirling. I had grown a thousand feet. I pushed my way through the crowd. I had to get back to my patient. Now it’s time to end this Is all I could think. It was a long walk till I got back to my fun house. I started walking with the happiest feeling in my soul.

Chapter 10

It took one hour and a half to get  back to my patient, but I made it. I opened the cellar door and walked down. My footsteps sounded like they were following me. They echoed louder with every step. When I finally made it down I saw the cell door open. My eye’s shot wide open. I slowly made my way to the rusted cell door. I looked in. The boy was gone. I walked inside to my relief Ian was still chained up. I gazed at him. He was slumped over. He was barely alive. I stepped out of the cell and grabbed one of my machetes that I kept in the corner just out of sight. Ian looked up at me and smirked. “He...got away” he was using every last bit of energy. “He is going to the police….you're done” he started to laugh.

I pulled out my machete out of it’s case, and started to laugh with him. He stopped but I kept laughing. “Why are you laughing” he had to stop to breathe “you're found out... you're finished” he screamed. I twirled the machete around on my finger “That's where you are so very wrong” my laugh lowered to a chuckle “He never saw my face...he only met a man named Jack” I stopped laughing but a smile remained. I lifted my head. I took a firm grip on the machete. I lunged forward stabbing from his bellybutton to his back. The blood flowed fast for it was thin from the lack of food and water. I only took a few seconds before the stream of blood covered his lower body, and formed a pool around his feet. The light red blood dripped from his stomach. I retracted my arm leaving my machete sitting. It all gave me a feeling that was almost orgasmic.

I took a step back and fixed my focus on him. His breathing began to fail. “Do me one thing” he murmured. I stared at him waiting for an answer “tell me your name” he moaned. His breathing stopped. I walked up to him and leaned next to his ear “Anderson… William Anderson” A had a chill of excitement ran down my back. I smiled and started jumping around. The walls began to turn and every object in the room began to cheer with me I had one. I quickly ran out of the cellar. I ran to my bunker and grabbed a remote detonator then ran outside.

I had been prepared for this for a long time now. I started to walk back to my house. I made it about half a mile then pressed the button. In the distance I could hear it. I felt a rush of wind strike me in the back. I looked back to see a cloud of smoke and a field of flame. Now all I have to do is get back to my house.

It took three hours to get back to my house. It was was pitch black. I could barely see my house in the distance.  While walking in and all I could think of was how beautifully today went. The only problem was that the boy escaped but he was no use to me anymore and he never saw my face. I speedily ran inside throwing off my clothes and jumping in the shower. The lukewarm water felt like heaven on my skin. I just sat there for a bait deciding what to say. I jumped out turning off the shower. I went into my room and clothes on. I couldn’t stop moving I was so excited. My mind was moving one hundred miles. I picked up my clothes and began sprinting to the hole in my backyard. My traktor and pile of dirt still stood there waiting for me. I threw my clothes in. I hoped in the tractor, and began filling up the hole.

By the time I finished everything a new day had begun. I ran inside grabbing my phone. I dialed in my wife's number. I couldn’t wait to hear her soft loving voice once again. “Hello?” I heard her confused voice from the other line. I answered ecstatically “It’s me Ann, William” The words left my mind, but they slowly came back to mind “I was able to make time I did it we can be a…” she cut me off  “No” she screamed. My mind stopped “you are too late...I am with someone else” my heart froze.

Cold tears ran down my face she went on to explain, but I had dropped the phone to my side. I walked into my room. The walls laughed at me. Some of the objects began to mock me. Crying and saying to me “I thought you won” I finally made it to my room if felt as if it had been hours.I felt lifeless. I opened my nightstand drawer and pulled out my pistol. I lifted the phone back to my ear. “Are you still there” I whimpered. “Yes” she answered “listen I am sorry but…” I groaned. I opened my mouth wide “goodbye” I cried. I put the gun on the inside of my mouth just glancing the top. I then shot. I could feel the blood shoot out of the top of my head. I could hear for a faint second her screaming and crying. The last thing I saw was my blood flowing down my pale cold face. My eyes shut. I went into a state of nothingness.

I woke surrounded by doctors and nurses. A few of them jumped back in amazement. One of the doctors. Walked towards me slowly. “Are you okay” his deep voice echoed through my head. “Yeah I think” I held my head “What is your name” he asked. I opened my mouth to answer it my mind was blank. “I...I don’t know” My head hurt and I was scared. Who am I and where was I. “What the hell is going on” I wailed. I started to cry “what's going on”

Author's Note

Comment if you would like me to add my squeal and prequel