Brutal Killer.

A killer sets off after he remembers his step-father always brutally beating him when he was young.

He opens his eyes and looks out the window at the bright sunlight beaming into the room. His house, old and abandoned looking, fell apart peace by peace as everyday goes on by. He walks outside and looks at each neighbor who had, unfortunatly, been outside at the same time as him. His neighbors quickly head inside and lock the doors and windows, without giving a second chance at looking back. His face, scarred from all the beating when he was younger, looked as if he had just came from a horror movie. He went back inside and sat in his living room for three hours before falling asleep with at least ten beer cans all around him. He wakes up shortly after and looks at a picture of his step-father and punches it into pieces. Minutes later he leaves in his car and begins to drive East, towards his step-fathers home. After a thirty minute drive through traffic, street signs, and pedestrians he finally arrives at his step-fathers home. He walks up to the front door and knocks on it. Nobody answered for awhile, then he heard a noise from inside. He quickly opened the door and rushes in to see his step-father on the ground. He picks him up and slaps him in the face a couple times to wake him up. "What's goin' on, you son of a b***h", his step-father says in a drunken way, then looks at him and punches him right on the lower jaw. "I thought you wouldn't survive after what I had done to you", he says loudly. He looks at him and punches him back and forth repeatedly untill he saw blood drip down his face. He then heads to his car and grabs a machette, a container full of gas, and one match. He comes back in the house and finds his step-father holding a 12-Gauge Shotgun. He tries to walk towards him, but then he loads, c***s, and points the gun at him. He drops the container of gas and reaches back to throw the machette. As he releases it he then grabs the container and throws it too. The machette hits him directly in the chest, and the gas can opens up all over his step-father, splashing gas everywhere. He then strickes the match, lighting it, and then throws it on him. As he watches his step-father burn he grabbes the machette and says to him, "Now you know how I felt." He pulls it back and slashes forward at his neck, severing it off. He picks up the 12-Gauge and walks out of the house, taking one last look at it and saying, "I like this." He gets in his car and drives back to his house...